When I was quite young, I used to hear the voice of God. The voice was so strong but I can't remember what it said. It was slow and deep and I swear it taught me how to fly and I just pray that one day I'll hear that voice again. And I don't think it's fair that I glided like a cherub off the stairs and now I can't even recall who I am, who I was, or who I should be. When I was sixteen, the devil told me I was wrong. "There's no such thing as fences and bridges, burn them down." I saw his point and I turned and left him far behind and since that night, I haven't seen that guy around. And I don't think it's fair that I made my choice and nobody else makes theirs and they'll never even know at all who they are, who they were, or who they should be. I will, I know, and don't think I don't care. I made this bed for sleeping, all is fair, and someday I'm sure I'll understand who I am, who I was, and who I should be.
from The Misanthrope and his Doubtful Faith
released January 18, 2007
Brooks Strause-guitars, basses, keyboards, banjo, kick drum, percussion and trumpet; Landon Strause-snare drum; Chris Brown-tenor saxophone
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