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Royal Oak P.O. c. Jere Stormer c.&p. waxlipsakimbo music
A mother tucks her baby in, the children have gone out to play.
According to the weather forecast it’s gonna be a normal day.
A letter to California — it’s just a piece of mail.
With no one there to warn you – Now it’s time to tell the tale:
His mind awoke in a nightmare, his future died in that dream,
he’d been reduced to nothing, now he’d show them what nothing believed.
In headache and in worry - his reason leaking away. And time will claim his anger tomorrow or today...
Tom McGuane was an angry man right down to his soul.
A mad, raging killer? He’d never played that role before.
Some say he just couldn’t take it. Some say they pushed him to far.
Now there are fingers pointing to name him – but no finger can point to that scar.
We ask why, but doesn’t anybody really want to know?
We ask why, why they died? At the Royal Oak P.O.
The first shots sounded like popcorn, curious heads turned ‘round to see ….the bloody sight of vengeance who fired before they could flee.
Now from Enid to Escondido, they’d all know his name. But
fame wasn’t what he was after - He just needed someone to blame...
As the panic spread the postmaster fled - he knew Tom was comin’ for him. He ran out the back, he ran through the docks to the place where the light was dim. Quivering in the motorpool, stewing in his juice...
...when you turn up the fires of hatred you turn that hatred loose.
We ask why, but doesn’t anybody really want to know?
We ask why, why they died? At the Royal Oak P.O.
Now the glacier knocks at your cellar door, the desert sighs in your bed.
A crack in the teacup opens a lane to the land of the dead.
One fragile push and you’re over.
One final click and that’s all. The thread that held you is broken and into the darkness you’ll fall. So you plunge your hands into the water Plunge them up to your wrists.
Stare into the basin and wonder how you’d been missed.
And the kiss of life seems much sweeter as the calendar pages blow thin and the world around you changes... and changes back again.
A FEW WORDS ABOUT ROYAL OAK P.O.
I grew up in Royal Oak Michigan. And I have two friends who are Postal Carriers (Neither for the Royal Oak Branch).
But from each of them, I began to hear stories of abuse. Mostly in the form of management practices.
A mother tucks her baby in, the children have gone out to play.
According to the weather forecast it’s gonna be a normal day.
A letter to California — it’s just a piece of mail.
With no one there to warn you – Now it’s time to tell the tale:
His mind awoke in a nightmare, his future died in that dream,
he’d been reduced to nothing, now he’d show them what nothing believed.
In headache and in worry - his reason leaking away. And time will claim his anger tomorrow or today...
Tom McGuane was an angry man right down to his soul.
A mad, raging killer? He’d never played that role before.
Some say he just couldn’t take it. Some say they pushed him to far.
Now there are fingers pointing to name him – but no finger can point to that scar.
We ask why, but doesn’t anybody really want to know?
We ask why, why they died? At the Royal Oak P.O.
The first shots sounded like popcorn, curious heads turned ‘round to see ….the bloody sight of vengeance who fired before they could flee.
Now from Enid to Escondido, they’d all know his name. But
fame wasn’t what he was after - He just needed someone to blame...
As the panic spread the postmaster fled - he knew Tom was comin’ for him. He ran out the back, he ran through the docks to the place where the light was dim. Quivering in the motorpool, stewing in his juice...
...when you turn up the fires of hatred you turn that hatred loose.
We ask why, but doesn’t anybody really want to know?
We ask why, why they died? At the Royal Oak P.O.
Now the glacier knocks at your cellar door, the desert sighs in your bed.
A crack in the teacup opens a lane to the land of the dead.
One fragile push and you’re over.
One final click and that’s all. The thread that held you is broken and into the darkness you’ll fall. So you plunge your hands into the water Plunge them up to your wrists.
Stare into the basin and wonder how you’d been missed.
And the kiss of life seems much sweeter as the calendar pages blow thin and the world around you changes... and changes back again.
A FEW WORDS ABOUT ROYAL OAK P.O.
I grew up in Royal Oak Michigan. And I have two friends who are Postal Carriers (Neither for the Royal Oak Branch).
But from each of them, I began to hear stories of abuse. Mostly in the form of management practices.
A FEW WORDS ABOUT AFTER THE FUTURE I started “picking” the bluesy structure (the main “lick”) just out of the blue so to speak...
I decided I’d do a song like “Death Letter Blues” by Son House, where he hears a voice from beyond the grave...
I decided to superimpose a “virtual reality” take on the whole issue of death. I let all those intentions “steep” for about a year. THEN, I was at a concert given by BigBand, Science-Fiction, Jazz bandleader Sun Ra & his Arkestra (As he calls it).
As is typical of a Sun Ra performance, at some point during the concert the whole 22 piece band (musicians, dancers, acrobats) disperse into the audience. As they were doing a “conga-line” by my table, Sun Ra put his hand on my shoulder and said in his hoarse/whisper voice: “Next stop Jupiter, it’s after the future.”
From that point on, I had the inspiration I needed to put this song together.
I decided I’d do a song like “Death Letter Blues” by Son House, where he hears a voice from beyond the grave...
I decided to superimpose a “virtual reality” take on the whole issue of death. I let all those intentions “steep” for about a year. THEN, I was at a concert given by BigBand, Science-Fiction, Jazz bandleader Sun Ra & his Arkestra (As he calls it).
As is typical of a Sun Ra performance, at some point during the concert the whole 22 piece band (musicians, dancers, acrobats) disperse into the audience. As they were doing a “conga-line” by my table, Sun Ra put his hand on my shoulder and said in his hoarse/whisper voice: “Next stop Jupiter, it’s after the future.”
From that point on, I had the inspiration I needed to put this song together.
In the shadow of no towers
I’m dropping bread crumbs on the ground
Been walking for 6 hours as if nothing’s fallen down
Not lookin’ for salvation just a friend I thought I knew
Time and traffic at a standstill I wonder if I can make it thru
I’m hanging high on that old clock tower]
Pulling back on the hands if it were only in my power
I could make you understand
In the shadow ……..
It’s too dark to see your eyes ITSHAD all the darkness comes alive
Love is war now peace is hatred I have a sorrow that’s making me numb
Like Golith blind and raging we can’t see what we’ve become
INSHAD INSHAD
Praise the bombs that will bring us together who would Jesus destroy?
Can you pay for your ticket to heaven with the blood of secular humanists?
Infidels nonbelievers? Too Aiyatollah in your mind
INSHAD INSHAD
Cant’ find no place to stand -- I’m filling in the sky the best I can
There is no distance only passage,m I’m slipping into my new skin
Our future’s stolen our present’s hidden and the past comes back to us
Again and again … INSHAD INSHAD
I Can’t find no place to stand -- I’m filling in the sky the best I can
I’m dropping bread crumbs on the ground
Been walking for 6 hours as if nothing’s fallen down
Not lookin’ for salvation just a friend I thought I knew
Time and traffic at a standstill I wonder if I can make it thru
I’m hanging high on that old clock tower]
Pulling back on the hands if it were only in my power
I could make you understand
In the shadow ……..
It’s too dark to see your eyes ITSHAD all the darkness comes alive
Love is war now peace is hatred I have a sorrow that’s making me numb
Like Golith blind and raging we can’t see what we’ve become
INSHAD INSHAD
Praise the bombs that will bring us together who would Jesus destroy?
Can you pay for your ticket to heaven with the blood of secular humanists?
Infidels nonbelievers? Too Aiyatollah in your mind
INSHAD INSHAD
Cant’ find no place to stand -- I’m filling in the sky the best I can
There is no distance only passage,m I’m slipping into my new skin
Our future’s stolen our present’s hidden and the past comes back to us
Again and again … INSHAD INSHAD
I Can’t find no place to stand -- I’m filling in the sky the best I can