This film on your anvil has no shutter, no scope.
And woman, and song, and play do not appear.
Intoned words, the carpeted funeral
March slung like bullets from the mouth of a distant god,
Leave you shaking for mercy’s
Shameful touch. You are shook
By each woken man, each of these
Traveling magi, each supposed healer.
Shook by a single sound
That could burn down projected
House. Eyes like suspended lanterns
Wandering between crowds, attaching
Themselves to a trolling thigh here,
An advertisement there.
The film! battered at home, pounded
Into your family’s forum, shoved
On your friends’ beds, grows
Through winter a moss and a thistle. It covers
a plaque tossed off by a preacher.
But it will not cleanse
It will not show
It will swim in your head
Until the credit rolls
It shall not cleanse
It shall not show
It will slowly be covered by
Dunes, blood, dust, and snow.
You are resurrecting a history found
Gutted and stripped by adolescent,
Sharp-toothed boys. Through arduous
Season and season it spills
itself for them. It says
“Run with my line, my moves,
My play; tell your elders whence
It comes.” No more the taint of populace,
The cancer of submission, the folly of art.
My stains are all of this life,
Strewn o'er head and hand,
Soaked on piercing bone.
Steal my stage
As you will, long as each bone is paid,
And each stain rendered permanent
on the farce of your love.
I sell wounds for fun to fans,
And have a new thing everybody should see!
It is an anvil wrought of my inverted
Stars. You must turn it, now,
Just so.
But it will not cleanse
It will not show
It will swim in your head
Until the credit rolls
It shall not cleanse
It shall not show
It will slowly be covered by
Dunes, blood, dust...
And the film of all that's good will froth and run
New flora bathed in blood
All cost no sun
The film of all that's good will froth and run
New flora bathed in blood
New bush, no son
Emergency. Rock.
Of the People For the People By The People
Of the People By the People By The People
By the People By the People By The People
By the People Sell the People Buy The People
Emergency Rock.
credits
from Is That A Riot?,
released August 1, 2006
by Alex Wilkens and David Henzie-Skogen (Layered Music - SESAC)
Original riot jazz crew, wrecking stages everywhere all the time since 1997. New EP 'Pax Instrumentals’ out now. Members are available for online lessons, commissions, arrangements, and custom studio work as well. Thanks for listening.
Wow! Haven't heard this kind of energy from a brass band before. Great to see what happens when musicians are also the composers. Highly recommended! Alex Hall