Peace of mind is whether you've got holes
In your socks or on the soles of your shoes
Thinking big or thinking small
Can catch or crush or cripple all the work that you do
And there's the scent of something sick in every person that I meet But there are trace remains of hope buried there too
And the sound of words, the insipid proof that honesty's played second to
The compelling questions questionably posed
Rhetorically on notebook sheets and printed out in libraries
And sung and stole, emotionally groped
And there's the scent of something sick in every person that I meet But buried underneath are strains of hope
And oh to have the luxury of living life aesthetically
Instead of fearfully, a fallacy, or worse
The drain of living factually, daily facing your mortality
Accepting that we all end up the same
Predictable, explainable, wasteful, resurrectable
Insecure, invincible
A plane that I once flew on had trouble flying
And when it finally landed safely everybody clapped
To this day I still think about the solidarity
And the reconciliation with my fellow human beings
Minutia though these things may be I'm thankful for the opportunity Genuinely grateful for the chance
supported by 5 fans who also own “Reconciliation II”
One of the more sprawling and eclectic albums in the Taxpayers catalogue, A Rhythm In The Cages isn't as airtight as some of its siblings, but it is absolutely bursting with incredible songs. Punk, blues, folk, noise, and unclassifiable weirdness abound. "Militaristic Kitchen," "Dig Too Deep," "Cuyahoga Canal," and "Stealing Apples From The Man" are all eccentric, hooky classics that will live in your head for days. There's really something for everyone here. K.R.K.
supported by 5 fans who also own “Reconciliation II”
First time I have ever paid for a music download. Got here through recommendations from my Son. Raw and powerful, made me cry. Thank you for being creative with your emotions ❤️Ray Thompson (72 years young) 😊 raysax66