this is an original piece. check out my full instrumentation albums on itunes at http://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/kel... i recorded this version on an old cedar top seagull s6, the video is done with a flip ultra hd and the audio a mix between the flip and a tascam dr-07.
a marionette dances in the window
'how much is that puppet for sale?'
i ask without moving my lips...
what's the going rate of a band-aid that won't stick
and a wound, like a cult,
that grows from the outside in
incorporating all in the implosion?
Glory be the fool who can make such decisions
unaware, wholly protected
from the disturbance which defines their decrees
to set loose the modern-day pirates
to pillage and score in the name of the antithesis
of what words meant before.
let's answer rocks with rocks
and equalize this adult version
of bulletized snowballs...
the view from the pinnacle is paramount
lest the apex impale you
to make way for the next
seer of ambitious aggression
to climb atop your hidden body and grow taller
for your death...
that marionette will wait in the shadows
for your doubt to make space
as the strings pull your gravity
for it all to make sense...
let's hurt strangers to feel safe...
If for a moment that lasted longer than you expected
clarity set in around everything...
and the dissonance reflected itself in the puddles of tears
we stopped counting throughout the years...
and we could see the self-infliction
of our most foreign attack
as the harakari kamikaze lifestyle
we're selling to ourselves as:
security and freedom
tied with bows of fear and wrapped in cages
under the tree of celebrating ours...
and as that logic boxes you in
and the family of us grows smaller and smaller
to contain only yourself over others...
Humpty dumpy wobbles on his wall
and his destined fractured ego illustrates the fate
of the fool
who can separate the wave
from the ocean
and convince the world
it's his own.
kelly anne howard copyright 2008