hell, i didn't make up the rules
why i choose to even heed 'em, i don't know
everyone's got a level of tolerance
why i get angry at the subtle nuance, it goes to show
patience wears thin on me,
in fact it barely fits at all
the tailor of my birthday suit
didn't allow for my mind to take root
and he's got the gall to tell me
there's something wrong with my frame-of-mind
believe me buddy,
i think of you in kind.
i believe it, i earned my keep
when we get down to the heart of the matter
i just haven't kept it up
week-to-week.
The days are packed with excuses
for avoiding the truth
and the games we employ to do it for us
make it all the more gruesome.
I will try to avoid
the metaphysical slaughter
or i'll have the taste of the taint of the blood
of innocence in my water...
Using the airy sound of a Prophet-600 synthesizer, Nick Schofield explores the intricate sonics of the built environment on his latest. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 28, 2021