Wake up and count your dead in silence.
Less those you sacrificed in violence.
And walk beyond the wayside, out of view.
Press your gleaned and glass-eyed face to the ground
And shed your tears into your shoes.
Surrounded bygone senseless self.
Afraid to breathe, and even more of help.
(Surrounded by god's senseless souls.
Afraid to bleed and even marvel.)
Locked and loathing, seething, choking,
Careening…oddly joking today
A knot in the Nodding All.
Storied, high…alone in the idleness
Aloft.
Or force the change?
For whom, or why
Should so shameful and exchange instead be made?
And for what?
Anyone could know!
Or just play, accuse, and flay.
(Of all, or anyone could know
Injustice in truths untold)
Somewhere, somehow, some time ago,
In line with what was, or could not be known.
Or so they say, cajole, and sway,
And reap the liar's share of prey.
So swoon this soothing here and now.
Provoke, prod, prate, prepare, and
Praise the proud!
(Before god pray to the disgrace thereof)
Believe, and look so surprised.
Cross and bless this disguise.
It's what you need to know.
(Ye need not look so surprised
Waltzing as this disguise.
It's what you needn't know)
Eight thousand years and almost nothing
Worth saving from decay, or trusting.
Forgive the living, for our misgivings
And tell your god
Whom, ever they, he, it, or she
(Until your god, whomever they
may think they are)
May still, or still not be
(A sin of peace; should all of
god's angels assault the earth they walk)
To gather in sin.
Christ! We'll salt the earth!
…and bow.
Sharp interplay, kaleidoscopic influences, and verdant textures push the Chicago band's instrumental boogie to transcendent new heights. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2024