a reincarnation of an ultra-harmonical brute bliss

 `all the distant ships` 

it passed through me into you

used our blood as the glue

their hands pulled me into the earth

where i laid until they figured my worth

then they moved on to you

said that we would have to do

the words fell from my mouth

and stained our new ground

and i called out to you

but you told me you were through

and we'd meet again once the voices were gone

i woke up near the sea

with the sky bruised over scrap metal ground

and all the distant ships were sinking

and i wondered how you were

and as the sun burned my skin

iwatched you swimming

and as your body drifted in

i sat and told you everything

about how i climbed on everything that they used to tear us on down

and all of the air we breathed just helped me choke a little more down

now this is where we are

the sky is spinning around, around

we'll grind our teeth from the sound, the sound

we'll watch the spectators drown, oh, they'll drown

while i dig through the bones of all this

and find all the things our heads missed

and strap them across my scraped fists

like using a crane to scratch an itch

one that never goes away

and all of the world will drink as the clouds come pouring on down

and we'll dream of distant things while they strap our legs to ground

'cause this is where we are

yeah, this is where we are

my regard! 

in former times i wrote some lines on our blog surface by having dignified different work from a formidable usofa artist ben cooper, ingenius lyrical mastermind of `radical face`, more than adequate. but as it is indeed his unique music projects let us fall in love time and again.
ben cooper this is another masterpiece of your enormous potpurri of song collections. this particulate disengaged exploding electric president song calms my every nerve on nearly nine minutes. listen to it beginning to end loudly. awe-inspiring. absolutely. definitely. exactly!

presidentbook | `circles` (download via link)