Themes of responsiveness.
but not necessarily responsibility,
Themes of the flexing fibres (which muscles are...)
of change and redefinition.
We scorn our own time and our cultures...we feel
they are somehow unworthy or un-beautiful, inspired
motivated...
I say let us not. Not to say turn a blind eye to
injustice... do not then gloss or candy-coat that which you
do not want to face...
But in the avoidance of that reality (the one where we
deny or avoid or do not rise up...)

Let us also not squeeze the magic and the strange,
the weird, the music and distant laughing
voices from our time. Because it is >)

our time. It is our space and our reality and when time
shrouds it with mystery it will be as wondrous as
any time. If we sieze our magic we can
perhaps see it as it flows through our lives.

Lets groove on it.

Baby, baby, yeah.

kacey

Can You Tell Me How I Lost My Crown?

Last night I killed myself
With a rusted nail,
And [Il never forget the look on her face-

She was so cold and pale.

Oh. and now can you tell me why
Am I standing here?

And why am I bleeding without a fear?

Yesterday | woke up blind

But | was not alone,

| couldn’t stop thinking

About all the things Id done.

I found myself an old blanket
Because I felt that it could
Start to snow.

Oh, can you tell me why

Are there such things as so?
Now I’m back and on my own,
I never thought I’d miss her so.
Moved into an empty hotel,
Down on the outskirts of town,
I guess somewhere along the line

I must have lost my crown.

I guess I just hope that I don’t die

Alone and a broken man,

-Don’t know why I picked up that damn bottle

Don’t know why I held your hand.

Now, I’m wondering if I can be set free,
Let me tell you just what freedoom
Means to me -

Free from the lies

And the apathy,

No more sinister glow to see.

Just me and my friends

Playing cards and drinking that
Late night coffee

As I deal the cards

From a full deck

I call self-pity

- Alastair Wood

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shrouds it with mystery it will be as wondrous as

any time. If we sieze our magic we can
perhaps see it as it lows through our lives.
Lets groove on it

Baby, baby, yeah.

kacey

Can You Tell Me How I Lost My Crown?

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- Alastair Wood