I have no place to go
in your collapsing hand
I have no name to call
I can't have someone
unless someone's been had
jinxed within the womb of my world
I am no test for time
It knows quite well my kind
Erase that borderline
Is there one place
in this world I can hide
from growing brittle and cold?
There is no grace with time
so furrow neath the vine
And soon with coat and cane
I'll hobble 'long my way
to no place left to go
then lie down in the hole
or swirl through the Zen
ashes on the wind
or float above the stream
or wake up in a dream
There is no proof for this
There's only manuscript
Just piss ant words in line
Still burning, marching
releasing elixirs through time
that still poison the mind
We are but water worth
Each droplet on a leaf
in wind storm, hanging on
engulfed and trembling
lost to the rush of the gale
until we are all broken and pale
There is no grace with time
so furrow neath the vine
For soon with coat and cane
You'll join the mortal chain
And hobble on your way
to no place left to go
then lie down in the hole
or swirl through your Zen
ashes on the wind
or float above the stream
or wake up in a dream
or snake along the maze
through Archimedes days
Archimedes days
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth
This album….i swear to Alah and any god out there, it changed my world. Jonathan Bree is stitched to my heart forever including my partner’s heart as well. I hum to this album so often. Incredible masterpiece. Thank you Jonathan💙 Melody Nelson 2000
This Michigan-based trio trip, swirl, and echo their way through 11 songs of psychedelic, surf-tinged, garage rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 27, 2015