Hey family, thanks for following the story so far. We got in early on this day set up go a bite and then we recorded. We did two track that night. Let enter and see what it’s like while the guys set up. Stay locked for more information as the EP comes in 2019.
Excuse me as I wipe my mouth, I just eat ah food. My sweet “blue” food notes and curried “grays” have satisfied my hunger…till…my appetite growls again. Until I allow the acid to burn the lining called my conscience.
Then I eat a food again. This time a little heavier, left-hand dumplings with some “greens” and some sliced “reds” on the side please, and to wash it down how about a tall beastly cold “50”.
But how long before the acid burns all my conscience away, then, the ulcers one by one appear. Slowly, I cringe at first, bending over in pain. Maybe it was the dumplings, maybe the curried “grays” or the sweet “blues”. I’m… not cer..tain but it pains.
I’ve lost it my birthright, my good name, my character, my conscience eaten away by the food. Food that should have strengthen me, developed my muscles, food has become my poison.
Must I eat ah food? oh yes! but not all food must be eaten.
And darkness was over the face of the deep,
Steep places where scary things hide.
Am I afraid of the dark, or the things that hide inside?
In the darkness of night, my mind runs wild.
Making false things appear real,
Making trees look like men, the wind sounds like a hurricane,
Footsteps become a stampede
In the darkness of my mind.
Under my bed where the monsters live
Mostly at night when the lights slowly go dim
There’s no lamp-light bright enough to chase them away.
Afraid to let my pinky-toe hang over the edge,
Edges where darkness creeps, seeks another victim.
Victims, living in fear, crippled by the abyss of darkness in the mind.
Dark thoughts, fear thoughts, near thoughts, far thoughts
Holding you, choking you, stifling!!!
Afraid she might say, No! Afraid he might leave,
Afraid to leave the comfort of familiar.
Afraid of the outcome, afraid of success,
Afraid that happiness might cause others to regret…
To fret, to think of you less,
To judge you by the result of their failed conquest
Projecting fear of darkness upon you.
In the quiet darkness of the mind
Afraid of the sounds in the dark
Voices shouting, Yes! Voices shouting, No!
Shouting STOP!!! Shouting GO!
Afraid of the pictures you were taught to see
One-sided, lopsided, uneven, misguided.
Voices screaming at you from within their darkness
But alas! A spark, in the distance, in this dark
An idea, a light, a thought so bright that I run without fear
Catching the updraft, gaining momentum
I take flight, I escape, living light
Living in light
Written by Stephen John
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Cages, a space where we imprison things we fear.
A space where danger lurks and we can admire its beauty,
From a distance…
From afar off I stare, from afar off I am amazed
Marveling in the hues of colour, in the strength of the captured.
Locked in and chained
Restrained from running free, from flying high
Birds can’t fly free anymore
I’ve clipped their wings so I can gaze at their splendor
While they sing the song of freedom, redemption song.
From a dead tree trunk wishing for green leaves.
Orange and black stripes lurking on the forest floor
Now anesthetized by metal bars and bullet proof glass
Hear me Roar!
Hear me growl, feeding on piece of dead horses instead of hunting
But is it a game that we cage that which is beautiful
Because we are fearful?
We put minds in the cage of education systems
Restraining thought because we fear, we may be wrong
Wrong about origins, wrong about religion, wrong about being right
Wrong about our conclusions.
Minds with music, minds with art,
Minds with supple flexible bodies
Making silhouettes with moonlight.
Minds held back, minds in binds
Don’t question this don’t question that.
Stay in line, march in time
March like everyone else till we’re all blind; walking with cages on our minds.
As we admire the hues and possible plumes of each other
Fearing the beauty of another
Why put minds in cages?
When curiosity is beauty
Exploring the expansiveness beyond the lock and key
Beauty in mental boxes
Beauty in captivity
The systems and traditions we’ve put
To cage our true beauty
Be free, be free.
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