Music

Dissolve:                                                                                                                

I was born in simple times,
Now the hour is late.
Bound by private tyrannies
The wealthy own the state
-DISSOLVE
Saw the men of the consequence
From beneat the tower,
Grew to hate their arrogance
Their vanity and power
-DISSOLVE
Attention!
Now I’m walking all alone
Enemy of the seal
Ally to the truth seeker
Bonded to the real
-DISSOLVE
Attention!

Gun Show:
People said that the oil was cold

And the old Gods were pushing up mold
We strung our instruments and
got ready for the embarrassments
In the middle of a lunatic world
We didn’t reach for the champion’s pearl
Excavated a private hallway
chose “sometimes” over “almost always”

(Chorus) We’ll try it anyway
Don’t care about success and failure
Just want a chance to impale the jailer
Don’t long for yesterday
Or hope for a good tomorrow
This very hour is less than borrowed
Gun show
Move slow
Every hour is a year to the crows
Small stage
Ice age
Never listen to the things people say

We stood at the very last edge
Of everything that had ever been said
Took a look at the people’s archive
Nodded politely and chose the swan-dive
There are no heroes in the room
Just ghouls in the rock & roll tomb
Do we look like statues to you for slide projection
And pin-cushion voodoo?
We’ll try it anyway…
(Chorus)

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