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album: Beginnings And Endings
track 1: 5:41 Rings Of Smoke
track 2: 4:44 Two More Animals
track 3: 5:25 I-IV-V-I
track 4: 5:49 Unstuck In Time
track 5: 4:00 Sacrament
track 6: 6:16 Control Rods
track 7: 3:24 Waiting For Harry
track 8: 7:01 Entropy (Box After Box)
track 9: 3:40 Best Day Of My Life
track 10: 7:27 Oblivion
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Song Description
Based on this poem.
Here are some thoughts on the music and poem.
track 1: 5:41 Rings Of Smoke
track 2: 4:44 Two More Animals
track 3: 5:25 I-IV-V-I
track 4: 5:49 Unstuck In Time
track 5: 4:00 Sacrament
track 6: 6:16 Control Rods
track 7: 3:24 Waiting For Harry
track 8: 7:01 Entropy (Box After Box)
track 9: 3:40 Best Day Of My Life
track 10: 7:27 Oblivion
...more albums...
Song Description
Based on this poem.
Here are some thoughts on the music and poem.
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Lyrics
Entropy (Box After Box)
the problem basically
is that
i don't want to do this
the dank basement is full of
box after box
of deteriorating memories
i haven't the heart for execution
to dispose of someone
else's treasures
likely in there
i am
somewhere in those boxes
so in a way
i am
erasing a bit of myself
~ ~ ~
in the darkest corner
of the basement
is a small separate room
and in that room
through a dilapidated door
is a closet
and in that disconnected closet
a hidden door
lies
without a thought
i am again
opening that surreptitious door
~ ~ ~
the passage is always difficult
deeper
it leads down
crisp echoes my shuffling
groping towards
a distant glow
eventually
i
emerge
in the verdant glen
there is the sound
of gently murmuring water
sun softly dappling the moss
silken light
pervading this wordless room
now i can hear
a young couple
giggling
~ ~ ~
nothing is written
on the back
no date
no place
no name
another unknown photograph
another unrecalled memory
another ungrasped moment
i feel
unauthorized
to contemplate these things
box after box
yet in a way
i am
forgetting a bit of myself
(c)2005 Bill Grundmann
the problem basically
is that
i don't want to do this
the dank basement is full of
box after box
of deteriorating memories
i haven't the heart for execution
to dispose of someone
else's treasures
likely in there
i am
somewhere in those boxes
so in a way
i am
erasing a bit of myself
~ ~ ~
in the darkest corner
of the basement
is a small separate room
and in that room
through a dilapidated door
is a closet
and in that disconnected closet
a hidden door
lies
without a thought
i am again
opening that surreptitious door
~ ~ ~
the passage is always difficult
deeper
it leads down
crisp echoes my shuffling
groping towards
a distant glow
eventually
i
emerge
in the verdant glen
there is the sound
of gently murmuring water
sun softly dappling the moss
silken light
pervading this wordless room
now i can hear
a young couple
giggling
~ ~ ~
nothing is written
on the back
no date
no place
no name
another unknown photograph
another unrecalled memory
another ungrasped moment
i feel
unauthorized
to contemplate these things
box after box
yet in a way
i am
forgetting a bit of myself
(c)2005 Bill Grundmann
Stun Nutz
So articulate... that voice... it reminds me of Tom Atwood... and the music builds... beautifully! Wow, great piece.