From the recording I'm Balance
Music by Josh Imel; Melody and Words by Christopher Kinzel
Josh Imel: Keyboards, electric bass, digital percussion
Christopher Kinzel: Vocals
Lyrics
He’s holding a sand dollar that for the moment’s the thing that he loves
He’ll crush it and toss it just after extracting the five pearly doves
Which also fly briefly and plunge in the deep as a violent discard
The shore where he stands, an expanse of sand scattered with fractured shards of stars
When he throws them away
Brutal erosion, the floor of the ocean is where he hopes they’ll stay
When he throws them away
Betting the tides will recede but not rise, return, recall, repay
He’s having a nightmare, he’s held by a pair of gargantuan hands
Once he controlled them; alas, they no longer obey his commands
They squeeze out the juice then they tear pieces loose ‘til he’s hollow and soft
Each finger has wings and they’re screaming true things as they haul him aloft
Then they throw him away
Late but not never, concerted endeavor to change the day
Then they throw him away
Refuse ejected, a surging collective - return, recall, repay
The fever dream’s real, he’s a weed that’s revealed for the mob to see
He’s mowed and disposed of, a chapter is closed in a tragedy
The mowers look ‘round, there are more to be found when you see what you see
They sharpen their blades and pursue the parade of fools as big as he
When they throw him away
It’s almost as if the setting sun reveals the day
When they throw him away
A once silent throng discovers its song - return, recall, repay