Vocables

Today was a slow day,
not slow-core but slow shoes,
and not shoe-gazin' but hazy daydreamin'.
today was postponed but i was not alone,
and the lonely guitars screamed, but,
it was not screamo,
the vibrations commanded the rocks to sing out in his name,
but the pedals pushed out a post-rock praise and revealed a silent shame.

Today was the same as yesterday was tomorrow,
cause the melody will never change,
for it is a spiritual magic marker,
a permanent press, an inhalant imprint on the solvent soul,
an irreversible aspiration of brain cells disappearin'
from the consensual.

From the normal heart beat beat beat level of consciousness,
every beat beat beat is an essential part to human existence.
the sole of our bare tribal muddy feet will try to tap it out,
it will go and go and go and go until you've
Painted your Face with Fruity Flesh and Feather Paste
and joined the natives dancing ritual.
it will stomp and clap, scat and rap, it will mumble and hum,
it will become,
an overtone song, a throat chanting mantra,
it will never be done.

Because everyday is all that was which is,
a shaman's journey through a DMT accessed dimensional bliss.
a wave of sound, trough to crest, that reconnects every tribesman and tribeswoman,
to the whole,
we all share the same soul.
lost in our physical food, our material jail cell,
our minds are robbed of bail, and our bodies accept what society sells,
our malnourished bodies accept that hell.

We are not transcendent beings, no,
we have forgotten,
we accept only what we think we can control,
but this is not reality,
we have forgotten,
that we are all musical.

Jordman