He sat upon a pile of bricks
That knew no dreams, that knew no tricks
Shattered, chipped and broke in two
He fell into that place he knew
Where blue and red and black exist
Where hope is blinded by the mist
Where love is lost to hellish sound
It’s there he lives beneath the ground
Blood and tears and holy words
To find his place up with the birds
He sinks into a fiery sea
Beyond the reach of you and me
Where blue and red and black exist
Where hope is blinded by the mist
Where love is lost to hellish sound
It’s there he lives beneath the ground
I’ve never even shown you there
A place to live beyond the fear
Where you and me hold hands
And laugh at what they think they understand
Where blue and red and black are mixed
With gold and white and silver bricks
Where love is guided by the bliss
And you me and come to this
But he sits on his pile of bricks
He has no dreams, he has no tricks
He’s shattered, chipped and broke in two
He falls into that place he knew
Where blue and red and black exist
Where hope is blinded by the mist
Where love is lost to hellish sound
It’s there he lives beneath the fucking ground
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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
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