The only thing art can change is you. The rest is up for grabs.
lyrics
What voice do I have to bring;
what song do I have to sing
when I know it won't change a thing
in this wide world of woe?
I wonder is it time to sing a song of conclusion
stop all this confusion
admit there's gonna be a big intrusion—
on your best laid plans
You know someone has to sing
the song of our tears
someone has to chant out loud
the litany of fears that drove us
step by step toward the one word
we didn't want to hear
Can we sing our hymns in the crossfire
sing like a fierce angel choir
sing til everything catches fire
one way or the other with its true desire?
Tell me, what is it worth to own the skies?
What is the worth of your vast enterprise
when the tears of God are falling
when the tears of God keep raining down?
Don't let your bright eyes close;
don't let your heart shut down
don't hold your grief like a precious truth
it was never meant to be
It's better to wake up too early
while the world is still asleep
dreaming what it dares not disbelieve
now your prophesies have all failed
and come to pass!
everything you've stolen, you've inherited at last!
your make-believe future's dissolved
right before your eyes;
you're not invisible anymore
so go ahead and try to breathe
And every breath's a conspiracy with every other breathing thing
And every breath's a conspiracy with every other breathing thing
And every breath's a conspiracy with every other breathing thing
We'll sing our hymns in the crossfire
sing while the world's on its funeral pyre
sing til everything catches fire
one way or the other with its true desire
An esoteric and eerie live performance from multi-instrumentalist J.P. Shilo conjures up haunting images with a multitude of dark tones. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2021