uncatena (immanent crisis)

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we rode out to desolation
thought about making a home
but you could feel the radiation
leeching out from empty stone

and in my lungs I feel the notion
that your lungs are vital here
in the deep breath of revolution
the gathering before the storm

and for the dead, and for their memory
I keep the fire of my love
stoked with rage and abandon
there are some mysteries that they can never own

you can write me off, an aberration
but I am neither first nor last
I float in the space of a constellation
and this may be the only life I have

we stayed up, a cool November
trying to get some peace of mind
listening to uncatena
we felt the yearning in the polyrhythms

I used to speak an incantation
praying for peace in a troubled time
but now the city peaks with a violent derision
and I pry at the schism

here and it's coming
here and it's coming
here and it's coming
immanent

here and it's coming
here and it's coming
here and it's coming
crisis

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from joyride // deathdrive, released May 24, 2019

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Pete Jon is a singer-songwriter and collaborative producer in the DIY tradition.

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