Evening time: up and down again. And I have even tried waving with my hands. But darling, leaving is so hard you know; it’s leaving that’s so hard. Hark! What is that sound I’m softly hearing in one ear? Is that a siren inviting simple sailors near? Or else it’s tinnitus, I fear—my sailor-self has been deafened, dear. Too long we’ve dealt with the din, and again we’re exposing ourselves to the sound of status quo insistence. But no, no, no! Hey, I’m fine. Yes, I’m fine. No, I’m serious, I swear. I make a mission of finding fineness anywhere. And yet, there’s still effort in this active extraction of happiness: to taste the sweet in the sour. But now you’re about to be faced with your serotonin-glass half empty. But how did this occur? Did I return against my will? I see myself as a person who has substance, still it’s not what I thought it would be—there’s not escaping this gravity, this weird attraction of mass in the form of the past, that is made from the present, which seems never-ending.
from Drawn Onward,
released September 1, 2011
Jordan O'Jordan: vocals, percussion.
Recorded and mixed by Bob Schwenkler.
Mastered by Mel Dettmer.