Joy and gravity are holding on to me
with a strong arm and a long reach.
We defy them and the skies admit defeat
to the wide berth of the blue earth.
And the breath of that one verse
so deep and inspired
is what we mimic all our lives.
The ecstasy of separation,
of the openness of flux,
of freedom from the endless acts
the modern world constructs,
is impossible to feel forever
and difficult to keep,
it's but a flash of silent
stuttering consistency
The space between an exhalation
and a sharp intake of air
belies the point our paths move towards and
ever takes us there.
At release our lives will burn so quickly,
celluloid on a lamp.
The crackle of a quiet fission
emptiness at last.
The breath of this first verse,
so deep and inspired,
is what we mimic all our lives.
And the thread of time, regular and tight knit,
is an endless line, we are but points upon it.
If at last lying still, oh the dark surrounding,
there might be a light chill, maybe a tone is sounding
high...
Joy and gravity are together after all
in the high flight, in the long fall.
Trio founded by Fugazi's former rhythm section recruits saxophonist James Brandon Lewis for a frenetic jazz-punk group project. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 21, 2024