It's gotten to the point where I
can barely think
anymore
Without a flood of thoughts
bursting through
uninvited
Its not so much I mind if I lose
every internal debate
It's just that I can't stand
all this abuse
from the mind's domain
And every piece of script that I could read
Or simply stumble to
Becomes the seed of some new found belief
Is this the fate of every desperate man in frantic search
of truth:
to never stand, instead he'll fall for anything?
And All the time
I wear the blinds of busyness to dream
And live my life
addicted to the absence of relief
It's gotten to the point where I
can barely sleep
anymore
Without a crowd of thoughts
taking turns
at inciting
An endless bout of rows
that induce
the most restless of dreams
I guess it's cause they scream
never use
inside voices
And every piece of script that I could read
Or simply stumble to
Becomes the seed of some new found belief
Is this the fate of every desperate man in frantic search
of truth:
to never stand, instead he'll fall for anything?
And All the time
I wear the blinds of busyness to dream
And live my life
addicted to the absence of relief
Sinking further towards a simple truth
while surrendering beliefs
for the safety of a feeling unconcieved.
Is relinquishing conflicting views
just a manner of defeat
in the face of thoughts that harbor logic's greed?
And "Oh My God"
is for you a hollow phrase to never speak
So lead your life
and strangle every mystery in grief (with a pride t
hat strangles mystery for grief)
Recorded live in Istanbul in 2013, this drum-forward collaboration features three sharp players at their improvisatory best. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 19, 2022