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The lyrics to this track were written when I was working as an occupational therapist in the Detroit Public School system with children who exhibited physical disabilities and learning impairments. It became quite obvious to me that the environment that these children were in was profoundly influencing their psychology and their own sense of what was possible to accomplish.
When one is surrounded by such decay and by what one would term as the lack of "societal recognition" of the decaying environment in which one lives, institutional disenfranchisement and resentments would proliferate. It would be obvious to interpret this simply as disdain from the outer world for for one's own existence.
I had the structure of this song as a general outline: attempting to give birth to it with vague descriptions to the rest of the band members. Thank you again to everybody in the group for being patient with me as we pulled the elements out of the unknown.--MAM
This track started off as a sleeper that became one of my favorites on the album. Bringing the temperature of the first half down was the key. It was a lot of fun putting down all the percussion tracks. --dh
lyrics
Written words of wisdom were sung within these rooms Where minds rose young and bright, from industrial fountains Ceilings falling on the floor, I can't find a reason
The shining spinning wheels recite the eulogies of men’s lives
Windows of a hollow grid paint is chipped and bitten
The wind pushes insistently upon the panes of black frame Waves of refuse, waves of waste, wash over children playing Defined by wire and indigence in schoolyards of their lives
What are they seeing, what do we expect to learn What are they feeling, what is the larger concern
Thin cold whistle blow upon my face
The chilling stillness echo through the rooms of space
What are they seeing, what do we expect to learn What are they feeling, what is the larger concern
The wind breathes in its neediness, dystopia awash
It's been said that cities live, when did this one back slide Abandoned business, empty homes, one abandoned house lead Scar the landscape and the lives, how do cities die
Streets that show neglected life, bear the fruit of pity Growing up in waves of waste, survival in the city From the outside looking in, waves of racial prejudice All the lives left behind, disposable of mankind
Thin cold whistle blow upon my face
The chilling stillness echo through the rooms of space
What are they seeing, what do we expect to learn What are they feeling, what is the larger concern
credits
from LOST,
released November 1, 2021
Michael Allen Moore guitar and keyboards, background vocals
Danny Grimm vocals
Duane Harvey drums, shaker, cajon, talking drum
Andrew Harvey bass guitar
Produced an engineer by Michael Allen Moore
Assisted by Duane Harvey
Music & Lyrics By Michael Allen Moore
And Belling the Tiger
Every track shows the tremendous talents of all four members. What makes this album so good to me is each song has its own groove and the songs are the kind that make you want to sing along. This album for me is the modern day AC/DC "Back in Black or Guns n Roses Appetite for Destruction. An instant classic. You guys Rock!!! axeslinger2
This song keeps me excited till the final sing-a-along part ... ... what a great song (ok, the rest of the show is as good as the start, but I had to name a favorite ... ... but could also have been Nostalgia or the Butterfly Effect or ...)
Michael Kunkel
The sibling in spirit to Zopp's Dominion, at least from my point of view: It, too, has been on the wishlist far too long and I'm more than glad that I finally bought this. And also a cornucopia of good things prog, past and present!
Strictly musically speaking this is a little harder hitting affair than Dominion, though. Carsten Pieper
A simply beautiful release, harkening back to the mid 60s and early 70s. The delicate vocals of Paul Langer, who also plays guitars, bass, and drums and John Allday’s keyboards, trumpet and additional vocals are blended with violin, viola and cello. The music is light as gossamer, with orchestral touches from the strings, and angelic choirs evoking the poetry and vastness of space. Hard to choose a favourite between the first and the epic last tracks, but going with the opener here. Nickie Harte Kelly