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Peak 2023

I never thought I'd see the day but everyone says it's great
They're opening up dispensaries I'm in a legal state
Corporations are cashing in it's the American Way

It's peak 2023
Peak 2023 it's all right
It's all right

Slava Ukraini we're watching from a drone's eye view 
VR headset I'm immersed but can't escape the truth
I think this creepy AI app is more aware than you

It's peak 2023
Peak 2023 it's all right
It's all right

Swimming in a sea of wifi radiation every day
I wear EMF clothing and a beanie for my brain
And I don't care if everybody thinks I've gone insane

It's peak 2023
Peak 2023 it's all right
It's all right

Late night drunken media posts they delete them with the sun
Somebody let the fascists out I wish I had a gun
Let me tell you I would not set my phasers on stun

It's peak 2023
Peak 2023 it's all right
It's all right

Lies inside of lies inside of lies inside of lies
Evil algorithm winner come and claim your prize
Karma's coming 123 to cut you down to size

It's peak 2023
Peak 2023 it's all right
It's all right

ISRC:
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Peak 2023

Each new day comes in an ordered perfect line
And that’s the only thing that’s truly mine

The Only Thing (part 1)

Silent Witness Written And Performed By Uwe Lauterbach 2023

Silent Witness

PTINI  [for  Stranger's Immune]

Image created by me.
https://www.deviantart.com/leehon/art/Bake-Kujira-s-Woes-951581025

Crookedness

I was married on Sunday
Buried on Monday
On Tuesday I rose
I rose from the sea.

I went down with the anchor
Off Salamanca
Down to the bottom
The anchor and me.

I went down with the anchor
Right to the bottom
And there I rested
Deep in the sea.

I was married on Sunday
Buried on Monday
On Tuesday I rose
The anchor and me.

I was married on Sunday
Buried on Monday
On Tuesday I rose
I rose from the sea.

And if I am lagging
It’s the anchor I’m dragging
The anchor that took me
Into the sea.

I went down with an anchor
Off Salamanca
It went to the bottom
And there I should be.

I was married on Sunday
Buried on Monday
On Tuesday I rose
The anchor and me.

I was married on Sunday
Buried on Monday
On Tuesday I rose
I rose from the sea.

And here I am standing
On soil that is sandy
Thinking about things
The anchor and me.

And if I am lagging
It’s the anchor I’m dragging
What would you expect
With a man from the sea?

I was married on Sunday
Buried on Monday
On Tuesday I rose
I rose from the sea.

I was married on Sunday
Buried on Monday
On Tuesday I rose
The anchor and me.

Married on Sunday r6

Passing Show 2

Leonard gazes
Out from the shadows
Peers at a world
Where he cannot be.

Dressed in an old
Natty suit
He stands four-square
In his field of dreams.

He stands there
At the water’s edge 
He cannot cross 
He can only look.

Yet his gaze crosses
That watery field
Transmits the essence
Of every book.

Leonard rests
In Shadow Land
A lighter shade
Against the pale.

There is neither
Dark nor light
Nor is there even
Hill or dale.

It is a place
Of quiet foreboding
From which
Silent sailors rise.

Returning
To the water’s edge 
To lean that way
Until sunrise.

Gazing across
That watery chasm
Drawn by old songs
And memories.

Unable to return
To an old Eden
Unable to move onwards
To the sea.

Leonard gazes
Out from the shadows
Peers at a world
Where he cannot be.

Dressed in an old
Natty suit
He stands four-square
In his field of dreams.

Leonard in Shadow Land r3

A black road is winding
Up over the hill
He’s walked all day
He’s perfectly still.

And life it is fleeting
To no one’s surprise
His youth has all gone
There’s dust in his eyes.

There’s dust on the mantel
Dust everywhere
The old man is coughing
There’s dust in his hair.

A cold wind is rising
The grass is quite still
The ghosts are roaming
Up over the hill.

The TV is sleeping
The house is on mute
Tonight he slumbers
His dreams acute.

There’s dust on the mantel
Dust in the air
The old man is coughing
There’s dust everywhere.

There’s dust in his jacket
Dust on the floor
Dust in the kitchen
There’s dust on the door.

His desk is all covered
In photos and junk
Things that don’t work
Things that just might.

There’s dust on the photos
Dust on the chair
Dust in the cupboard
There’s dust everywhere.

Dust in the air2 r2

Le Cirque Macabre

freestyle prod lament

Writer of prose and poetry since mid-1960s. Given an acoustic guitar in 1978 by long-suffering sister. Many songs produced that way. More recently, guitar skills all but faded, using GarageBand and Logic Pro to put words to music.
ps. The Bandcamp songs should be free to download. Please let me know if they're not.

Married on Sunday r6

Peter Grimbeek