(Verse 1)
On the day that time froze,
With my eyes closed,
I propose a toast to those supposed to shine but line like dominos,
Survival time vamanos,
Primal time, time to find galapagos,
We constant tribalistic,
With superstitions to rival mystics,
Is this, planet of the misfits,
With minds on tits and not existence,
Or the galaxy’s insistence, discover uncover it’s distance,
Another, other instance,
Space said we won’t miss this,
When the sires let the fires spin,
And if we don’t die then we’ll try again, leviathan,
Bottom of the lion’s den,
Desire from the fire of a liar’s pen,
Spent on to acquire men and sire him,
(Break)
(Verse 2)
All praise the wasteland,
Waist deep and pace-an(pacin) in fate’s tea, bag steeped in hate sand,
Now where the water go, honorable, lose face, break fate’s potter’s mold,
Future find artifacts long ago,
Monologue lost, scribes at a loss, lost time at a cost,
Change make it tolerable,
Data disc at a glimpse,
Tipped off colonists at a risk, Had to split,
Matter split, On some, don’t really matter shit,
Mother ship, remnants, drifters and gatherins,
Listen to the chatterin..
Born in New Hampshire. Raised in Rochester, NY. Became a man in Baltimore/DC. Found my soul in the Pacific Northwest. I make
music about being human on this weird little ball of rock flying through space orbiting a giant ball of fire. Stuff for your mind, your heart, and your soul....more