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Two Fallen Angels

from Amnesia Breaks by Golden Ghost

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Two crows fighting and my uncle dances wildly

Two fallen angels rolling, scrabbling atop layers of grey, refined dust, jumps, drifts, clouds around them

Cars pass, engines growling, drivers scowling, their eyes gaping at two crows dressed in pure blackness immersed in quarrel. Kicking, sliding binding

Talons make spark, ripping into feathery clothing, their eyes, burning, locked onto each other, holding fast. Scratching, lacerating, emancipating their abuses

A tumultuous embrace, unavoidable physical dialogue that bears no grudge and surpasses our judge-ment

There is sense to this
There is sense to this. In apparent chaos there will be resolution, a disentanglement of the world

My uncle dances wildly with a spirit way beyond that of which we can comprehend. An amassing of times of fasting that erupt gladly, a paper volcano who’s words slip by frantically

And with the paper bag claps
Amnesia breaks
Alterations to make
To bring back forsake

Amnesia breaks
Memories cascade

Mountain streams of images
Pounding
Stopping starting

Rocks resist, but bear witness, to an identity that persists
Witness, witness this

Overlay
Overlaying
Amnesia breaks
Alterations to undertake

A fortress makes and breaks, not itself, but everything else

Mirror me
Mirror you

Mirror fakes with such genuine appearance creates a frequency popular and misleading, but popular and horrifically comfortable

Amnesia breaks
Amnesia breaks
The last lament

credits

from Amnesia Breaks, released September 14, 2020
Elvis Beetham - Drums
Christopher John Gregory - Voice, bass & tenor saxophone
Jonathan Paul Hill - Guitar

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