They did it out of love
They did it out of love
For the children 
And their families
They did it out of love
They did it out of love
Erected the machinery
With humorless sincerity

And still can’t catch a quip  in the wry
What else is there to make
When you burn a hole in history
And call it a keepsake

It’s the last of the diaspora
In your rear-facing…
... camera
It's picture of perfect health
A picture of
of yourself

Here’s an old joke
(It might help me to cope):
Well I won’t push the stones in your pyramid scheme
Or the one I told God
about the camps unheard prayers
He didn't find it funny
He would have had to have been there

They did it out of love
They did it out of love
For the children 
And their families
They did it out of love
They did it out of love
They built the machinery
To reclaim their dignity

After all, all is fair 
In love and war
Do you feel that love
Is worth fighting for?
And worth killing for?
Cuz it’s a massacre
It’s a massacre
So tell me,
tell me why. Why I’ve got to laugh
We’re  far too high now 
to fly at half staff
When the graceful ones
And the beautiful ones
Shed a single tear
Before they sharpen their spears
Tenderly
Passively
Ordinarily
Finally, finally, finally 	  

It wasn’t out of fear
It wasn’t out of hate
Love and devotion 
Burned us at the stake

Its a collective habit
And our faces don’t change
Nothing’s amiss
I see them every day
In the reflections
And passing by
We ride
Further
 to the abyss

Out of Love

Arseny (instrumental)

Dryland Trust (instrumental)

Some Girls

Sense A Theme

Slowthrive

Close The Book

Looking out on the waves
I don’t see what lies here beside me
The birds all peck away
Here they congregate
Feast for the 
aviarium

Among the big sand
Past the catch-all phrase
Is our festering companion
On the golf course beach
Burning through our brains
With withering abandon 

Astaroth
Oh, we remain without
The means to move beyond this
A man of the cloth
Climbing through self doubt
we direly need your guidance 

Spectate find boards
Diverting streams
Loathe to invent written language
The tide pools breath deep
Where the mussels teem 
The scent of what has languished

Seal Of Astaroth

Ober Dictum

Jefferson Khruangbin

Alan Onymous