Grace and peace to you
According to the counsel of his will
All glory evermore be to the truth
A kind of famine’s been summoned on the land
They choose when they’ll care and when they won't
All depends who the joke is on
The modern eras clerics clown around
I’m just a geezer obsolete
Ones out of date so quickly now
As to for the what’s with it and so in a how but when will the rhetoric end
Amending minced and mended renderings of a lie belief you use to make your means
In a singularity, omitted, oh my, neat
You’re working for big banks and the war machine advancement by degrees on meager minimum
And um ya know, making bomb parts and bone screws
As focused as a star collapsed
This here's my favorite time of day
See now these dim and automatic eyes
I think you see they prophesy
I think you have no excuse
I think you know this is no joke
Put us in a pile with a piece of code a mile
We're born inside a vault of video screens with an app for that
Where a better interface is in the place of making much inside the way of any true human to and fro
No first I and then you
And what's that mean anyhow these days for chumps like us in running wheels
Who jabber on stupid faced
Replaced by ones and zeroes
Summary
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A fitful night you wake in sweat your eyes are blackened by the dread residue
Your brain is bladed razors whip and spin hotter as you get hotter, hotter still
Your frantic flaccid lamentation issued to and through the mute medium
Summarily swallowed whole
Do-Re-Mi and all the other songs we sing
I’ve got nothing to claim at this party anymore
Round and round the dancer in the music box
Fixed into her turns the bolted ballerina cast
We’re like her also fastened to machines
In perfect twirling tempos imprisoned to the tune
Born in a vault of videoscreens and completely worked over
This New Zealand group have a sweet glaze and an underlying toothiness that would have fit right in on mid-’90s alt-rock radio. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 1, 2019