Archive for June, 2008
So here it is at long last! The first of the recordings from the new Grimfeather album, Remodeling Our Modest Portions. This song was first performed live in summer of 2006 while on tour with The Books. Since then it’s seen a lot of alterations – The addition of drums, violin, and some vocal switching. Hope you enjoy it!
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“Newer Vogue” by Grimfeather.No comments
UPDATE: This MP3 is no longer available, as we’ve decided to give away “The Five Chieftains” instead, due to its popularity.No comments
After a fairly long period of silence due to moving my stuff into a new home, I’m coming out of my hole to present some new music by Rob Ogden and myself. This piece is called “Punctured Placenta and Post-Birth Peril”, and it’s the first track we composed for Moral Calculus, beginning just over a year ago and only today being completed. Enjoy the orchestral mayhem.
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“Punctured Placenta and Post-Birth Peril” by Make-Believe Machines.1 comment
Time arcs over crumbling headstones
To frustrate your every pursuit
That pulsates across your finger-tipped
Fragile viewing lenses
Forever wearing thin
While winds disperse emotions
Again, emulating sparklers on the verge
Of dying out once every urge
The size just shrinks
As if it’s blind
To endless cycles
And I guess we’re just waiting for our time
To pile up and dry on out
Like a sun-scorched puddle in the middle of
The road rushed over, chasing love
To banks that spin
And stamp approval on our Benjamins
Stacking up to fill our sockets
While we watch the cost of empty pockets
We trim our rides in flashy chrome
And drive by those without a home
Now let’s pave a path through this population
While money spits digits onto every creation
Dollar signs divvy these flesh decorations
As if life’s suspended in endless animation
Raise up the fences and lock the gates
So sweet, how poor your expensive tastes
And now every heart is pixelated and framed
For future generations to purchase and hang
On walls so full they excuse empty brains
And they double as coverings for all the bloodstains
Inflicted by spending our money on glazed
Items we use to give us a name
And brighten our image while others remain
Hungry, we can’t stop stuffing our face
Can you tell them they’ll awake
With fuller stomachs and less heartache?
Can you say your life’s a dream
While others know no time of peace?
Please now help me count
All these items falling out
Do the reasons start to mount
And slowly form convincing doubts?
Or have you found that your wedding gown is worth the
cost of burial mounds?
Can you feel it now?
Are they sinking in?
Can you see it now?
The sun has cracked our shameless grin
Every glacier gleams and melts away
To crash the sands of another day
And erase the footprints that we make
So, what is truly now at stake
Meaning’s lent to choices made
And during moments on this stage
How best to measure investments made
When numbers, here, are of no avail
What reasons will our actions hail
In the presence of this thinning veil?