Forged by coals, in caves that gave an individual truth
A wiser mind would ask each day exactly why we came this way
The same path back down to the tombs
See the toxins show the trail
I'll cut away and turn the oar from currents pushing me before
And all those lusting to fail...
Compulsion breeds the perfect slave
And Slaves know what to do
Any day's good but today I could get pushed along like old driftwood
The same way I used to
Then I turned the oar towards land
I'll cut away, I'm cutting toward these currents pushing me to shore
Hopefully fairly evolved...
Well, You are the most Dangerous
Sick and you're so sad, Dangerous
You know you're helpless to the Dangerous
Unless you come face to face with these ills in yourself...
...I was driving up into the woods in Oregon sometime in 2012 and had grabbed an old tape for the car from the college-era that had the phrase "Sweet Nothings" written on it -..this song came on while the car spiraled up into the forest and it was really surreal hearing something totally forgotten and buried as a time-capsule that, when dug up, brought back a fully-formed creative moment and era of my life I'd totally lost touch with - the verses had to be completely re-worded to make it relevant again, which was a bit of a mathematical feat- ..like the song suggests there might be hidden paths of evolution that only the most curious would seek to find,, these songs lay buried away from the larger world like lost messages to a distant future species-- ..strange to watch the bottles drift out into the ocean never knowing if they might just sink >>> Sending Power out to the isolated loner down at the end of the line :idea: 10-4
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