If you could liquidate the crowds,
Inject your crime scenes in their towns.
Dig up the seeds, prevent the birth,
Rid them all from the face of this earth.
Empty pockets filled with stones.
Empty towns and empty homes.
The dough in your fingers,
The bread in your teeth.
A growth for your figures,
Erase and succeed.
Reprehend their crumbled abode.
Drag their faces on the road.
The dough in your fingers,
The bread in your teeth.
A growth for your figures,
Erase and succeed.
In the night the violence flows,
Through the desperate shadows.
Isolate and quarantine,
Let the blind lead the unseen.
And the fight is all they know,
The bitter pills, they go down slow.
Mutilate the broken skin,
Whilst the ships are coming in.
So much hatred and so much hostility.
Line your pavements with invisibility.
Tins in baskets and homes for rodents and fleas.
Kids in blankets and rope for setting you free.
You can't help the weak and frail.
You might break a fucking nail.
The dough in your fingers,
The bread in your teeth.
A growth for your figures,
Erase and succeed.
An album of songs created with a late friend of mine, released in his memory. All proceeds with be donated to CRY (Cardiac Risk in the Young) Joe Bailey
Well played and produced prog rock, presented by a musician passionate about his craft. And who wouldn’t love those Rush influences. Just great music. mjbb61
To me, "Trip The Life Fantastic" was a must-buy on "Bandcamp Friday" this time. It's one of the few "Drifting Sun" albums not already found in my collection, and an essential one, because it marks the beginning of the prolific collaboration of composer/keyboardist Pat Sanders and lyricist/singer Peter Falconer, which was, in my opinion, the best creative pairing the band ever had. Sven B. Schreiber (sbs)