Repentance, repeated
Until we are all lambs in the eyes of god
So gravity fails
And the path to him becomes the whitewashed walls
Of the hallway between death and its row
And the pedophiles run rampant among
Cancer-ridden children, fever high with holy thoughts
They wash their silken robes in tap water dosed
With the poison of
Cumulonimbus clouds
Perversions of the sky carrying
Men through golden gates
Would it be,
That he were real,
Playing house with Abraham Lincoln
And the man who invented ribbed condoms
Exactly what are we living in fear of,
Flipping through magazines in God’s waiting room?
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021