aren’t you worried we’re a
thin scum layer (layer!)
not just us—all the life we’ve ever seen

and yet we’re acting like
the sole purveyor (veyor!)
of meaning, truth, and beauty, we’re so cutely keen
 
and no-one’s worried we’re a
thin scum layer (layer!)
jitterbugging on a nickel ball hurtling through space

we may be common or
extremely rare (rare?)
are we reaching for the stars or falling flat on our face?

when you take off in an airplane
note how quickly the temperature drops
our comfort zone is just a membrane 
you dip a toe outside it, it freezes right off

and when you fret over your boyfriend
and while you plot a better life for your child
our only layer’s getting poisoned
don’t ask the Universe to keep that curry mild

the heat is up!
when we’re done emoting how unfair
the heat is up!
we’ll be baked inside our own eclair

well, I’m worried we’re a
thin scum layer
lindy-hopping on a groove we can’t handle at all

and while we’re puttering
in song and prayer
we fail to change even the few things we control

I’ve been accused of dark & deep despair
that’s just the opposite of what I feel
so when next you take a little breath of air
don’t let that buster grab your wheel

time to take heed of our ghostlike presence
spike the tea with all the right kinds of fear
milk our frailty for its effervescence
and learn to take care of our thin, thin layer

thin. scum. layer.
thin. scum. layer.

let’s get busy on our
thin scum layer (layer!)
we’ll need it with us for however long

this could be our only
soul conveyor (eya!)
‘cause there’ll be no-one left to grieve if we get this one wrong…

layer, layer
pa-da-ba-doo-ba-da-ba-da-pam-paya

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Thin Scum Layer

Riffing on the fantastic "Tarantella in A Minor" by Albert Pieczonka.

Tarantella (with Pieczonka)

If the Romans had invented jazz music, they would have been swinging on 5/8.

Pabulum, Baby!

oh fearful symmetry 
sorry you no longer frighten me
strike the hammer
yank your chain
I know which one of us
has half a brain 

you made me 
now you’re just the venue
while I’m alive
I will contain you...

and it’s freeing, plenty freeing
now let me sing this into being:

everything’s a bucket
in the 5th dimension
ain’t you glad we’re seeing only four?

babe, when the going gets tough and
you feel miffed again shun
anyone who dishes out a cure

that’s just a bucket in the 5th dimension
(forget it, forget it, forget it!)
no-one’s ever needed more than four

red wheelbarrow
red wheelbarrow
so much of us depends upon 
rode on your angular indifference
until our riding days were done

some of us have you 
glazed in purpose 
some catch a sleigh to memory 
the fields don’t lie 
they won’t lie fallow
not after you 
not after me

now let me sing how everything
is just a bucket in the 5th dimension
ain’t you glad we’re seeing only four?

babe when the going gets rough 
and you’ve been stiffed again shun
anyone who offers you a cure, there’s no cure!

just a bucket in the 5th dimension
(forget it, might as well forget it!)
it’s better to have lived in only four
we’ll make do with four

The 5th Dimension

The human body is an ecosystem that does a million little things every second just to make us feel "normal". And this is, in the real sense of the word, awesome.

The Body Works

Pandora [prod.Regan]

Ain't got no control

Ain't Got No Control

Leave It Behind

Color me your lies

Color Me Your Lies

The title is a play on words, since we're referring to a musical cannon and I contend that the original cannon was improvised parts over a set chord progression. So perhaps we come full circle with this. In this one, the chord progression gets some variation as well since who can handle the same chord progression over and over, (except thousands of newlyweds?)

None

Loose Cannon

Moody Mood

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The Body Works

Gom Jabbar