(a folk demo for the terminally ill... a melodious guide for passing ... or just a song I wrote in the woods)
lyrics
When ants turn into something else
that can no longer sting
they'll ride around on beetle back
and hide beneath its wing
Still, some they'll ride on bumble bee
and train them who to sting
when ants turn into something else
more like human being
When I turned into someone else
who could no longer sing
I wrote a book about myself
unpublished and obscene
And when I turned to something else
that could no longer dream
I stayed up late all by myself
away from human beings
Poison seconds
from clocks escaping
just ants on beetle back
through black forest
on streams of silver
to veils of static black
embrace the hollow
no storm of matter
scatter all your dreams
lead us void
to chasm churning
awake, awake, awake
from human being
When ants turned into something else
that could no longer sting
some rode around on beetle back
and hid beneath its wing
Still, some they rode on bumble bee
and trained them who to sting
when ants turned into something else
more like human being
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
What a band, worth every penny and minutes of your time to listen, they vary form track to track, yet keep the underlying feel of a hippy 60/70's sound, at least that's how I hear it, from the funky plucks to the expansive guitars, they weave a lush filled sound, an experience to be sure.
Be smiley.
Tbesla. Tbesla