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Where I've Been Hiding
02:30
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instrumental
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The Less You Get To Keep
03:26
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drink the wine and pass it
on to your right when you’ve
had your fill just say enough
my house is your home stay
or come and go always
hide the key to the front door
it’s what you make it here
on earth you find yourself
-ish thoughts are not unlike hell
like the old couple with
not much to share but yet
the broth in their pot is still ours
the more you hold onto
the less you get to keep
your light on ‘til dawn
only arrive and stay
no good end can be had
in tower or on mountain peak
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3. |
Follow the Drum
02:47
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Ignore ego, follow the drum
A release will come as a flood
The right mind it sees all the love
Devotion has not yet begun
You bent your body to your will
Now you're a zombie lying still
Your only truth it could not wait
Arrogance rarely hesitates
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4. |
You Are No One
04:34
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be yourself and live alone
but enter into everyone
and you, are no one
where is, this noise coming from?
the sound is, your own searching
live in, the moment, of switching off
and you, are no one
a valve’s gasp, before silencing
the satisfaction of, drawing energy in
notice, what’s left, a shock unshook
and you, are no one
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5. |
Untangled Chains
03:47
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I’ve got/ so many helixes/ there must be many songs
Press a button/ let the genetic jukebox play
A distant ancestor’s lament/ maybe sung in Farsi
Hold a microphone close/ or better yet plug me in
Stream me live/ during Baptism or Bar Mitzvah
Just don’t fast forward me/ through the tracks you don’t like
Genotypes that weren’t invited
That might make Grandma squirm
So spit in the cup (give up some blood)
Untangle your chains
Arrange where to send
All your, mortal remains
Own your genome/ and everyday’s a holiday
In some strand somewhere
Sometimes 2 on the same day/ which makes me think
Sickness doesn’t come from germs
It’s nucleotides fighting it out
Making claims for the homeland
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Magic Everywhere
05:20
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When I was 8, my father took me to a show
A magician confused my senses
The ground less firm, I lost faith in knowledge
And focused my mind on levitation
My mother, a maid, told me, “Your sleight of hand has a slim chance
of cleaning any windows or ironing any wrinkles.”
I still, still saw, magic everywhere, still saw, magic everywhere
At 16, I mocked the periodic table
And sabotaged school microscopes
My biology teacher told me, “Your sleight of hand has a slim chance
of purifying rivers, or detoxing blood streams.”
I still, still saw, magic everywhere, still saw, magic everywhere
At 32, I was on an assembly line, working for the robots
I tried to resist their commands and send coded messages
But their shock collars got the best of me
The overseer told me, “Your sleight of hand has a slim chance
of soldering circuits, or securing motherboards.”
I still, still saw, magic everywhere, still saw, magic everywhere
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Living in Ruins
03:32
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I’m living in ruins
only echoes, only echoes
no sources, no sounds
I’m living in ruins
I coat myself in white dust
and become invisible
a cold brick remembering a warm fire
and the space is unspoiled
I’m invisible
when the waiting is the point
and the purpose is the waiting
when all grief makes harmony
and layers that vibrate
vibrate in sympathy
our grief flows within
a self-sustaining fountain
not about, or from, or to somewhere
only within
only within
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Past Glories
04:54
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no more
king's stories
he's short on
past glories
no queen's been caught
caring a lot
her servants found
blame always goes round
prince is done with pubs
he's switching to drugs
never was a duke
didn't waste his youth
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Sukha
04:33
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time is all a flow
my flow is all in time
joy didn't come quick
quick doesn't know joy
body starts from below
mind begins from the top
stillness is in your seat
sit in your stillness
I serve you my heart
my heart is here to serve
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instrumental
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Sakura Zensen
03:46
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A boy outgrowing, his daily uniform
Learns a sergeant major, cares not for health or harm
And the fire bombings, leave such a dreadful scene
If you look beyond the cherry blossom trees
School girl feelings, pain and popularity
And those daily dealings, of insincerity
Seem small but salty, in never closing wounds
In a life beyond the cherry blossom trees
Blind devotion, to what others want for you
And pop-up reminders, of all that’s left to do
Take your station, in high-up photographs
All is real but cherry blossom trees
One thousand selfish seasons, and ashes put to air
And a father’s treason, when seeming not to care
Spring’s not coming, my journal’s mostly blank
We should look beyond the cherry blossom trees
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water receding and waves arriving
listen to both
their conversation
perfectly balanced
a push and pull that
respects the other
overlapping memories
in a language constant and unchanged
talk in one direction
is only misunderstood
physics is the grammar of the universe
in the middle of the night
policemen with questions
a drunkard’s plea
there can’t be one without the other
and we need both
their faces are the same
and while one has a tan
and the other a long beard
the eyes are exact
never looking inward
a flashlight between them
held up one to another
physics is the grammar of the universe
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Ruminations Winooski, Vermont
Greg Bonsignore (gregbonsignore@gmail.com) is a Winooski, Vermont-based musician that plays experimental, indie, electronic,
ambient, lo-fi, garage, acoustic, psych music, using guitar, bass, vocal, MiniMoog, Thor synth, Mellotron, iLectric Piano, iGrand Piano, DM1, FunkBox, and GarageBand.
For upcoming shows: www.facebook.com/ruminationsmusic
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