you assholes make me sick
why must you rub my face in it?
this pail of crabs i’m living in
they’re gonna tear me limb from limb
and it might not seem so grim—
where we’re going and where we’ve been—
if i could read those squiggly lines
all tangled up
remapping blind
at the crossroads of ignorance and bliss
enjoy it, the ride it rarely lasts
the needle points you home
the roads all pull you back to rome
its people won’t leave you alone
senatus populusque no!
i can’t find no escape
they tear my clothes and cause me pain
tell me what you need from me
tell me what you need
when old friends are chewing off your ears
and true magnetic north is shifting year to year
unmoored from all place and time
the compass lets you roam
as sure as the sun does shine
the needle points you home
Blue Mantra Rhymes, aka Ed Cooke, pays tribute to his current home of Bangkok and its folk traditions on this delicate new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2021
San Francisco singer-songwriter and trumpeter Max Daniel gilds straight-shooting pop hooks with orchestral splendor and wry lyricism. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 26, 2020