Flirtation with, and ultimate rejection of extremism. Possible death.
lyrics
In disguise, in the trees
Breaking all the in between
All (of) you: Leave!
Rise and stray into the sun.
Without pain, sleep, awake
Rhyme your reason, and mistake
All you need, all to ring, all the same.
Skeletons come screaming from my closet.
Some stay unaware, others know I've lost it.
They dance around…hanging by my neck.
Deep in the Forest of Szczek
Second of The Three,
Insanity reigns free.
Less to say? No! More to fear!
A sound inscribed for none to hear.
Don't decry this luxuriant sadness.
Deep in the forest,
Our madness lifts us off our breaking knees
To cast an image we can please.
In the dirt, cold, inert,
Grading every grain of sand,
Being won, with or without demand.
In the smoke, hope to be,
All you seek or sought to see
In the dead…and those living for today.
Blind the cross-eyed, beg and bleed.
Right through every page.
Proclaim and do the deed.
And when struck dumb, by what is to be done
I'm here for you, children.
Grab your red book.
Steal your daddy's gun.
Disappear in the crowd.
Perverted, sanctified, endowed.
Fix or bore, holes in everything and more
Power to the prize and need.
A curiosity…
Better lesser more than free
Form and fire
Steal and seed.
Did you ever listen?
Live, or learn your lesson?
This belief in words…
One more time and you're amazing…
Two more, and you're beautiful.
Another after that, and then you'll see.
…Or contract a nude disease.
(We all rise, just to fall.
Death collects us all.
So we stall…
And pray for the rest.)
Sharp interplay, kaleidoscopic influences, and verdant textures push the Chicago band's instrumental boogie to transcendent new heights. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2024