by thenewgreen

humanodon sent me some poems/lyrics of his and I picked one titled "Exercise, July 2nd." I'm now giving it the working title, Close Quarters, does that work for you Humanodon? It had a lot of lines and I basically just took out lines that I thought constructed a feel and somewhat of a loose narrative. Here is the original:

I am that you are in me in mine. This is that is this is that is there. We are we’re we aren’t, aren’t we? This is the way that things work these days: we move from one end of the globe to another hoping against hope that every mote and every note means something and that someone is there to sing the song. We’re riding in on the echo and bouncing around is what we do. We take snapshots and potshots of our neighbors and look to layer the grinding gears on one another and into each other we pour the oil of complexity. We are we are we are this is this this is this is how we walk through life, a controlled footfall into another one until we lay down and give up or give in to the love we have we lack we live for. This is the way things work these days. This is why we work all day this is why when we don’t we go mad, we go crazy at the thought that this day is our last and that yesterday was a shitty ending and so carry one. We are wayward as ever and cross oceans teeming with the tears of all life and love and misery and all the other tears torn away from our blinking eyes, this is how we live our lives. We live far away from each other, but close enough to touch, if we’re only brave enough. We live close enough to breathe in what we breathe out and we perspire together. The situation is dire: we are all getting older and time erodes our flesh. We are all getting older and it’s very dark where we’re going and no one’s got a light. Everyone quit smoking and the fire is low and the tide at the end of the tunnel is no place for the rising light. We are lonely and that is our curse. We are singular and that is the same thing. We are individual, most especially when we take our clothes off and so we wear layers. We wear layers of thoughts and creeds and prayers and we armor ourselves against the cold wind that is the freedom we crave. A little breeze across the face is what we can handle, but the wind gusting through our open legs and upraised arms is something we can’t hold a candle to.

Here are the lyrics in the song:

Close Quarters

  I am that, you are in me, in mine
  This is that, this is that, this is there
  We are we're we aren't aren't we
  This is the way that things work these days

  We move from one end
  Of the globe to another
  Hoping against hope that
  We'll find each other

  Riding in on the echo
  Bouncing around
  This is this, this is this
  This is how we walk
  Lay down, give in to the love
  This is how things work these days

  We live close enough to breathe in what we breathe out
  We live close enough to perspire together
  yeah

  We move from one end 
  Of the globe to another
  Hoping against hope that
  We'll find each other

  We're getting older
  Our flesh erodes
  It's getting darker 
  Where we are going

  Wearing layers of thoughts, creeds and prayers
  Armor ourselves from what we crave

  We live close enough to breathe in what we breathe out
  We live close enough to perspire together
  A little breeze across my face, that I can handle
  Yeah
  

This song has some potential imo, even in spite of my horrid drumming. ghostoffuffle, T-Dog, jonaswildman, mrjasonetaylor, rezzeJ, theholywombat, galen or any other musicians, you interested in taking a crack at it?

Let us know so we don't double up efforts. Rico, thanks again for the collaboration, I hope you're cool with it. It has some dark lyrics and therefore I thought having an upbeat, happy sounding song would be a nice juxtaposition.