Letting things go their own way
I just want to stay
Stay and sabotage their games
Which they use to play
Playing games ignore the clay
I just try to betray
They might call it a cruel sin
Oh sin I’ll let you in
Please ignore my balefulness
I am fine today
First the job and then the blow
And I will fade away
I am waiting for you
I am waiting for your
Indicting disarming
Before the stab will come
My regard
For how preserving you are
Please have no doubts
About violating the law
Shouldn’t I
Wouldn’t I
Be Right
If I am
Just different
Shouldn’t I
Wouldn’t I
Become
A symbol of
Incompletion
Shouldn’t I
Wouldn’t I
Be Right
If I am
Certifiably insane
Shouldn’t I
Wouldn’t I
Become
A fatal proof
For the vacancies
Hey, you know
I’m still here
And stay…
Argue insistently
Patience comes over me
There are a lot of kinds
Of views in healthy minds
Digging through the justicemaw
Confronting the logic flaw
If I will win, you’ll change, we’ll see
You will play safe with judging me
Greece. What’s going on there? How can so many good desert tunes come from such a lush land? I’m just starting on IS’s sonic journey at the beginning and I’ll tell you that’s a happy place to be. The saxs on Perfect Sunday has a Jazz feel. I’m struggling to pigeonhole these guys. The usual suspects are here though & I feel comfortable in the knowledge that I’m in good company. These are my people & we’re rocking out to the same tunes regardless of where we are. There’s comfort in that. Harry Harrison