stop the machines,
flee the city,
they can't be wrong,
it won't be long before
figures of ghosts in
suits come to get me
nature is wondrous
nature is constant
and clean
stop the machines-
concrete disease,
they won't be wrong
so let's move along before
figures of ghosts in
suits come and get me
silence is threatening
witnesses deafening
nature is wondrous
and clean
credits
from Mantra,
released August 31, 2020
Vox: wrdsrch
Guitars, Bass: Rad Basterd
Lyrics adapted and expanded slightly from a Blackout Poem by Anthony Santulli
A truly psychedelic jazz record, “Bloom Anubis” ventures out into uncharted territory, with ominous tones & sci-fi synths. Bandcamp New & Notable May 15, 2021