Impending Ascension
"These are my last words, their treasonous hands have us all under siege, now do you understand?" Gossens ministers - all at hand will take up final stations as the coup hunts a single man No offer of exile did he take in his last trial... Covert action - Santiago The U.S. denies it but the president knows Broken fathers, strut of the guard see cruel opportunists where the losers die hard Seeking refuge from this "land of fire". Allende supporters are gathered ESTADIUM NACIONAL They disappear, ask them how the tortured shall dispatch a message to loved ones now Their photographs worn by survivors ESTADIUM NACIONAL A swede is the only trace of redeemed grace as Edelstam prepares a place of asylum but without "sanction". Fleeing persecution - visas feigning new identities So they wait there at the embassies... Labor takes a fall (IMPENDING ASCENSION) The White House seems appalled at the disgrace They toast a secret cheer in executive session and keep it going strong (wear a gameface) Hunter Hawker dive (IMPENDING ASCENSION) Superiors decide it's a rat race It's all about control (IMPENDING ASCENSION) See Nixon take a hold from his powerful place. How much terror for five thousand? How many others suffer on the outside of this stadium? Is there no end? These are my last words-treasonous hands have us all under siege, now do you understand? Hear my last broadcast-mic in hand Workers rise up-bear arms-the coup rapes its own homeland Hold on th your memories ("disappeared families") What justice befalls our enemies? Allende supporters are gathered-ESTADIUM NACIONAL They disappear, ask them how the tortured shall dispatch a message to loved ones now Their photographs worn by survivors-ESTADIUM NACIONAL We pray just to turn the page upon this stage of human suffering-a world enraged Now there must be a new resistance! Cardinal commission, extraordinary will/solidarity no wish to kill Am I dreaming? How can all of this be real? Will I wake to see these horrors still?
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025
We are the misfits with a broken horizon Like Keats or Hemingway, survive with poets defiance Christmas at the Martinique grieving for a home Three generations tough it out on the big street all alone... Rank of the privileged on the evening commute Don't want to be bothered, don't want to be used booming in suburbia, shuttle's on the way A beggar asks for money. It's a dollar you don't want to pay- To the Waterfront Weirdos For the Waterfront Weirdos Who are the Waterfront Weirdos? Many live on the edge, keep them out of sight out of mind In our midst a disgrace-answers are elusive yet we find It's so damn hard to conceive `till it looks you straight in the eye Just take a walk on West 32nd Street or pick up a New York Times and believe it... Up in an ivory tower it's hard to see, hard to feel, hard to be homeless and one of the outcast-Waterfront Weirdos. Who are the Waterfront Weirdos? Many live on the edge, keep them out of sight out of mind In our midst a disgrace-answers are elusive then we find Powerless is a child in the wake of hunger at night Giving up-giving in Can't we hear their screaming from within...? My life spent standing here in the back of a line I'm living for the moment-yes, I'm living by the hour in a game of survival In a mood of resignation I'm not the man I am- meal ticket, waiting for a handout Things will change and somehow I'll get out I keep telling myself it won't last forever Adversity closing in, my sanity lapses, I'll rise again Resisting the end Only 22 as my apprehension seques into an IMPENDING ASCENSION I could not fake this for long How long am I supposed to take it lying down? I will not take this lying down! Many live on the edge Keep them out of sight out of mind In the end it is us picking up the pieces that we find On the path of least resistance evidence is loud and clear When will we wake up? Failures are mounting as the underclass grows every year and believe that- Up in an ivory tower it's hard to see, hard to feel, hard to be homeless and one of the Waterfront Weirdos It's so damn hard to believe `till it looks you straight in the eye Shake the hands of losers lost on Broadway who remember a nostalgic time and believe that- Up in an ivory tower it's hard to see, hard to feel, hard to be homeless and one of the outcast-Waterfront Weirdos.
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
A writer like a blacksmith-forging works of iron The jagged edges tempered into solid scripts for hire Solitary craftsman at his console merging audio discrete An ever changing soundscape sets the stage; the twains shall meet in a union strong Just like a working stiff He is a Songsmith In a strange synthesis "Restoration" announced It's the new riffs that count (no mainstream bore playing 13/4...) Break out of silence-complete the curve The Songsmith maintaining his avant-garde nerve Innovation his palette-the urge and the test Adrenalin flowing, he can't even rest unless- Harmonic elements and special fx conform to all his whims, an interpretive text But he'd sing for the masses if he just had the time with a vocal ideal and a long lyric line He is a Songsmith Break out of silence-complete the curve The Songsmith maintaining his avant-garde nerve Innovation his palette-the urge and the test Adrenalin flowing, he can't even rest unless- Harmonic elements and special effects conform to all his whims, an interpretive text And he'd sing for the media if he had equal time with a vocal ideal and a long lyric line He is a Songsmith It's not too late for the Songsmith The curtain opens for creativity Give a backseat role to conspiracy Hear the signature and the melody of the author flow in polyphony Will the writer last? Will his trade survive? In a world of commerce Can he hope to thrive? If his final sequence is not contrived Keep him honest now just to keep him alive We need the Songsmith...
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
Experience machines that know your thoughts and know your dreams a better way of seeing things you won't believe it's real Interact, you and I-there's a feeling lost we can't deny I've opened up. We never tried to simulate it all. Our love-it can be a virtual reality. If we learn by degrees that the place you stand I may not be in human change it's hard to see which barriers divide What appears to be real is just the thing we want to feel technology our saving grace-a guiding hand to touch the face Our love, it can be a virtual reality Our love could go far if we just admit the truth of what we are Matters of perception making all of the difference now It's not the real world So take a harder look at compromise-for there is nothing to lose In our own image we can't create what we want to be I want to know if there's forgiveness within a virtual reality Our love, it can be a virtual reality Our love, it can be a virtual reality Our love could go far But we have to face the truth of what we are not... Could we see clearer in a virtual reality? Could we be together in a virtual reality? Matters of perception making all of the difference now It's not the real world So take a harder look at compromise-for there is nothing to lose In our own image we can't create what we want to be I want to know if there's forgiveness within a virtual reality......
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Crossing the line of demarcation They took a passage to the west Dead reckoning they doubled back Into the north they anchored for bad weather San Martin and Magellan almost lost sight of the flagship The Santiago and Victoria led No sign of land altered the course Why not return for winter? No violation of direct royal orders The men, the officers, all cried "return" No captains that had discipline- rode the high seas in storms and mutiny (with the enemy) Desperately they sought a haven in an age of discovery... Extra precautions, setting anchor as they did Terrified, the crews made pledges back to Spain for pilgrimage Lighting fires at night to signal shipmates-at last deliverance from the fury of this godforsaken place they named the "bay of travail"- Ride the high seas in storms and mutiny (with the enemy) Desperately they sought a haven in an age of discovery... Genius or madman? So elusive were the straits Battered were the ships and men A stop for repairs in St. Julian The crew wanted to know the route they'd begun despite stirring exhortations for loyalty from Magellan Onboard Concepcion there was mutiny in demand And they moved to take the fleet at night with the knowledge there was blood on their hands But the tables turned-the remaining crew blocked the exit to the sea A sudden advantage for the general using ruthless strategy... Target chosen shrewdly of three vessels controlled by the mutineers High numbers of neutral foreigners on Victoria would not rise up against him. Pulling hard against an ebb Rebellion muted the message read: "No mistreatment, I'll do what's right" No heavy hand will rule the night On the mainmast high, we'll raise his flag court martial pending on Trinidad Condemned to death were forty more Mendoza "quartered" upon the shore Poetic justice coming swift and severe But how could he lose so many men? Commute the sentence for the sin Confined to quarters and distasteful labor Convicted conspirators fallen in his disfavor Philosophers and scholars began to challenge The true dimensions of the earth (new evidence uncovered) Finding the straits Magellan died triumphant but no vindication came in time No statesman, no royalty- Rode the high seas in storms and mutiny (with the enemy) Desperately they sailed the globe in a voyage of treachery Circumnavigation returning Victoria with twenty-one Determined by storms and mutiny he conquered the sea Though honor followed, a witness he would not be......
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
Language and meter Tools for a task Structure and movement There's logic at last Critical rave Misanthrope hired Humans want quickness So keep it under the wire "The pit and the pendulum" "The man of the crowd" "The tell tale heart" His characters move Baptism by fire The poet's survival kept under the wire...*