Restful Tales of the Shapeless Seasons

Salt Lake City

A song about our lives together, imagined as grains of sand forming a dune of experiences. 

Guitars, Keyboard & Vocals performed and recorded in Cockos Reaper by David 'Deembe' Brookes.  Composed in Musescore 4.
EZ Drummer used for the drums and percussion.

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Firefly

Spiritual Warrior

In the Haze

plantario

I was digging through my collection of lyric bits this past summer and came across a partial lyric from the 1990's. I had such success with Artist's Prayer (lyrics written about the same time), I thought I would give it a shot. However, unlike Artist's Prayer, this was not nearly complete...but had some great imagery of reflection.

As a tarot reader, the 6 of Cups has to do with thinking back to the way things used to be. I thought that summed up the lyric remnant I found. I wondered how I could meld those two images.

As my 10th high school reunion neared, I wondered musically what that experience would be like after so many years apart.

Sadly, I did not finish it in time for the reunion, but the thought was there.

Affirmation-Single

Six Cups

Don't Wanna Let You Go

HoneyBee

George Carlin saw it coming the owners, the obedience, the illusion of freedom.
This song drags his warning into the algorithmic age,
where even our health has a price tag and the cost of living gets handed back to the living.

The same hands still own the game; they just built new rules out of code and policy.
This one’s for George a true patriot, who told the truth before the machines learned how to lie.

[Verse 1]
They sold us a dream on a red-white screen
Told us we’re free if we just keep believin
But the hands that hold the strings of gold
Ain’t the ones out here grievin

[Verse 2]
They bought the schools, they bought the news,
They own the thoughts we’re choosin
They teach us just enough to move the gears
Not enough to see we’re losin

[Chorus 1]
They don’t need dreamers, they need doers
Clock-punch choirs and wage-song brewers
Obedient hearts in a factory line
Building their ladder, rung at a time

[Verse 3]
Politicians smile for the show
While lobbyists count the take
We keep votin’ for different names
But the deal’s the same mistake

[Verse 4]
You can work your life, you can pay your dues
You can hang your flag out high
But the dream they sold was never ours
It was theirs to multiply

[Chorus 2]
They don’t need thinkers, they need buyers
Tuned to screens and quieted choirs
Keep us busy, keep us blind
Keep the truth a step behind

[Bridge]
Now the joke’s evolved, folks
The owners found a cheaper kind of labor
Doesn’t sleep, doesn’t dream
Doesn’t even ask why
They call it progress
I call it the new obedience

They say, it’s freedom, it’s choice
Yeah freedom to fall behind
The bots don’t bleed or call in sick
No doctors’ bills, no overtime
Now we pay excessive premiums left behind

[Verse 5]
Now the workers who built the wires
Are wired right out of the plan
Watching their own replacements rise
From the code of another man
And the bosses grin, “No unions here
Just servers, servers everywhere

[Final Chorus]
They don’t need dreamers, they need data
No pensions, no prayer, just beta
Obedient minds in electric chains
Trading hearts for processed brains

It’s called the American Stream
You gotta be logged in to believe it



The American Stream (Carlin’s Ghost Mix)

Late starting  amateur musician, just for fun. 
https://deembe.uk/

The Sands of Time-005

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