Smooth djazz. That´s what I like to call this song. Warm acoustic guitar, sax, roaring bass, grinding rhythm guitars and a story of a life written down in a book. What more would you want? lyrics scribbling profane markings upon the page beneath the twilight we've become the authors of ourselves
finding pleasure in the mundane
we all fall down [befriend the ground]
accepting imposition abandoning our mission to permanent submission the enemy of vision believing in a fiction ignoring composition a haphazard decision escaping definition
rejecting admonition we lose our indivision beyond all recognition fulfilling premonitions falling into attrition refusing this remission while making no revisions the perfect contradiction
avoiding a confession we sink into regression conform or seek secession instead of face aggression until we're left to question our imminent succession and buried in depression begin the great recession
we were called-to greater paths sojourners in this world
let go of life embrace the strife
when did we become so useless? uniting with the transient and blindly thinking we're alive
spending existence on the bland believing we're the ones who really know the purpose of this experience
we may as well skip to the end resign ourselves to decadence and simply sit upon our hands awaiting
an outcome we can't comprehend what good is it to have a resolution you can't understand?
This tale is not done Open chapter one
To the stars ascend Before it is too late to begin again