I’m tied,
(to) night drives.
Thoughtathon,
Archives.
This one’s for Baba Budan,
7 beans, through Hindustan.
And this one for Anna Marie,
Pompidou the The Uffizi.
People mix and people move,
And others simple disapprove.
But how will your masters discipline you,
When we dance beyond their field of view.
Home time,
Is futile.
Optionless,
Lifestyle.
When you get
To customs checks,
Holding hands
Hold your breath.
How do we
ignore the deaths?
How are we
so bereft,
Of empathy
for those that flee?
We Arm our borders heavily!
But Hows will our children
ratify us,
With excuses so superfluous?
I’m tied,
(to) night drives.
Thoughtathon,
Archives.
Home time,
Is futile.
Optionless,
Lifestyle.
I pulled the van,
Onto the sand,
Just beyond the Rio Grand.
Officers with boots and guns,
Put their lights on everyone.
It’s just a taste of what is faced,
By those who march,
By those displaced,
How will your history eulogise you?
Fences, borders, walls all deja vu.
supported by 6 fans who also own “Seven Beans (extended)”
The buzzing guitars and punchy drums remind me of watching the sun set on a long hard day. An album that tells you it's alright to fall down, so long as you pick yourself back up again. crimsundawn
supported by 6 fans who also own “Seven Beans (extended)”
Thanks Rory for talking about the backround of this album. I can see various pictures while listening to this musical pearl.
For me, it is a positive sister to Eddy Vedders "Into the wild" - Album.
Thanks a lot for doing awesome music, man. Herb