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This Is Beneath You
02:40
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They keep your head in a tailspin,
Your finger far from the pulse
They fill your head with false alarms
And fuckness knows what else
Your hand held screen a gilded cage where
You’re fed with leaden spoons
What pittance your obedience bequeaths you
The lords of boomer-geddon
Wearing sequin dollar signs
A members-only cesspool
Selling off misguided minds
They crush the crane, bury the blade
And call their right divine
But don’t think for one second they don't need you
Guide me through this lazy sea
Of shallow men who think they’re free
If you’re still here, still listening, I beseech you;
Remind me what I’m thankful for
Before I go and join some holy war
You can polish it but the stench will never leave you
This is beneath you.
The bosses laugh along their way
To the gladiators' cage
Where they market you your misery
And sell you back your rage
Your right to raise your fist in anger
Ends beyond the stage
And if you call them out no one believes you
They keep your head in a tailspin
Your heart far away from the beat
They take your youth and beauty
And they won't even print a receipt
Your shiny dealer rationing out endorphins on repeat
But don’t think for one second they don't need you.
Guide me through this lazy sea
Of shallow men who think they’re free
If you’re still here, still listening, I beseech you;
Remind me what I’m thankful for
Before I go and join some holy war
You can polish it but the stench will never leave you
This is beneath you.
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Whole
03:35
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As he passed by she held out her hand,
Saying “If I touch his robe I’ll be cured”
Through the crowd of miracle seekers,
He looked at her and said “To be sure,
Even though a moment don’t last too long,
That moment holds a power that’s pure
So before you come to doubt it or even think about it, let the miracle of love take it’s toll
And cast your shattered light my way,
Your faith has made you whole.”
By the great fire an old woman sang,
Called the people to a forgotten plane;
Everybody choosing an animal to follow through the center of their graces and pain
Even when a moment don’t last too long,
These moments, over time, form a chain;
So before you come to doubt it or even think about it, let the miracle of love take it’s toll
And cast your shattered light my way,
Your faith has made you whole.
I keep coming back to the first time
I was truly left with nothing to say
When the stardust in my bones remembered
To walk down to the water and pray.
His mother keeps his room just like the day
She could no longer hug her boy
But somehow he continues to light the way
And be the center of her power and joy
Even when a moment don’t last too long,
That moment you can never destroy;
So before you come to doubt it or even think about it, let the miracle of love take it’s toll
And cast your shattered light my way,
Your faith has made you whole.
Before you come to doubt it or even think about it, let the miracle of love take it’s toll
And cast your shattered light my way.
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I’m a disco ball
in an empty room.
You put your face in the bright lights;
I’m slowly backing away
I’m a disco ball in an empty room.
You are the shape that the light takes
When I close my eyes.
You are the wings of a butterfly
Causing hurricanes a half world away;
I’m a disco ball in an empty room.
I’m a disco ball
in an empty room.
They put their faith in the bright lights;
But since you’ve been gone away
I’m a disco ball in an empty room.
I’m a disco ball in an empty room.
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Roomful of Lies
02:01
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The truth is only ugly in a roomful of lies
“Hello" is silhouetted by too many goodbyes.
The manner of your entry casts a shadow that moves
So fast, it gets in everything and sinks in the grooves
And they won’t let you in no matter who it behooves
And you’re just gonna stand there somehow acting surprised?
The truth is only ugly in a room full of lies.
The truth is only ugly in a roomful of lies
“Goodbye" is silhouetted by the voice asking “why?”
The center is subjective in a sea of defined,
The outstretched hand casts a shadow that’s blind
And all this shit amounts to is some fuck of the mind
And wails of indignation from a wall full of flies.
The truth is only ugly in a room full of lies.
The truth is only ugly in a room full of lies.
“Fuck you” is sometimes mirrored by the face you despise.
So lay the lead you carry at the foot of the wheel
Beside the spinning ghosts we weave a glimmer that’s real
In spite of what we tell ourselves there’s lots more to feel
Like when the world is new before our own waking eyes.
The truth is only ugly in a room full of lies.
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For Their Skin Had Bled
02:52
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To those who for their skin had bled;
The police shot another black man dead
And like a pay phone swaying in disrepair,
His body laid for hours there
And all the nice white families said was
“To those who for their skin had bled…”
To those who for their skin had bled;
On nights of rage the sky was red and
Outside the prayers and the siren songs
Masked silhouettes threw back smoke bombs
To where the deaf deflectors led
To those who for their skin had bled
To those who for their skin had bled
The soul of a man’s, man’s world is dread
Where a fetid claw becomes the rule of law
And it don’t mean shit what you think you saw
Or who you conquer for street cred
We stomp where angels fear to tread when the
Only voice we hear is our own because The screams of pain are a constant drone
So shut the fuck up just this once and
Listen to the people on the battered fronts.
Forgive us now our daily bread
To those who for their skin had bled.
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Marching Home
02:46
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When the last train leaves to nowhere
And this world is finally yours
Will you finally see
Beyond your clouding dome?
Will you finally come marching home?
When our ashes block the Sun
(New rays, new rays, new rays of light)
When we’ve returned to the one
(New rays, new rays, new rays of light)
Will you finally see you’re not alone?
Will you finally come marching home?
Will you finally come marching home?
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In And Up The Tree
03:18
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And we followed the wolf where we thought laid his cave
Dark and cold like the wound that you never forgave
Before we could protest or take up our arms
He walked in without setting off the alarm
Now we’re walking in and up the tree.
All along our ascent, battle marches contrived
But we stood our sweet ground from our murderer’s drive
When at last we emerged on the highest red branch
The moon lit us grey in her soft avalanche
Now we’re walking in and up the tree.
Walking in and up the tree with my shadow
Grandma once said that the eyes are the window
And if I could I would be everywhere now
We’re walking in and up the tree.
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As Above
02:16
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The Crow tore off a chunk of my soul
I asked her why, she laughing decreed,
"As above, so below.
Nothing, you see, you don't already know..."
I asked the Dragon drinking me dry,
"How did you come to be?" and He breathed,
"Ask yourself not how, but why
this face of you, you still deny."
From far away and close to the core;
the Worms dug deeper, calling to me,
"Quickly, you in the Tree, lock that door!
Do you not realize we are at war?"
When I asked why war there should be?
They stopped themselves with a flickering eye,
looked not at each other, but deep into me
and the piles of stone I had laid at the Tree.
When the thunder cleared, we crawled
the Worms made their way to the carrion feast
where both Dragon and soul-eating Crow did fall;
Was then, only then I made sense of it all;
I am of Dragon, of Worm and of Crow,
the mystery breathes in the heart of We Three.
As above, so below.
Nothing, you see, you don't already know.
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The Sun Has Wept Rose
02:04
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"The sun has wept rose in the shell of your ears,
The world roll, white, down your back,
Your thighs:
The sea has rust stained
crimson your breasts,
And man is bled black at your side."
- Rimbaud
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On their backs, turtles carried up lightless grey pearls
From as far as the bottom of the end of the world
Now parked in the moonlight and catching her glow,
The pearls lit the way through the dark world below
Now we’re walking in and up the tree
Walking in and up the tree with my shadow
Grandma once said that the eyes are the window
And if I could I would be everywhere now
We’re walking in and up the tree.
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Eddy Dyer Lowell, Massachusetts
The old saying about New England weather is, if you don't like it, stick around because it will change. This is true of
Lowell, Massachusetts songsmith Eddy Dyer's music. Currently in the offerings is "In And Up The Tree", from the upcoming album,"Heretic", featuring violinist Scarlet Rivera (Bob Dylan, "Hurricane").
Dyer is one half of Dyer Holiday, who released "Together And Broken" in 2021.
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