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Ever visit our lyrics site? Lue here. Just posted the words to “Blank,” including a new verse today. It’s one of four songs I’m watching right now, for a chance to turn out a truly different style for the next EP! Then with the LP, we can get back to our rock roots, with live tracks and several songs that will be in our live shows- soon as I get us booked!
I’ve been much more involved in the music first, and no wonder.

Don’t do me any favors with your war machine

Blood for oil from our toil till you come clean

That’s what I mean.

You can smell the blossoms through the barbed wire fence 

Wage a war for all that’s holy

Where’s the providence?

Blank is the answer

Falling through my hands

Empty handed is the leap 

Of faith in modern man

The site tells a bit of the story of its genesis. It’s from ‘The Truth Against The World’ sort of feeling. While the person right in front of you is the one to treat with importance, there’s consequences to the world, and maybe a song will open a conversation, and an understanding will be reached that spreads.

Blank is the Answer.


One response to “Blank”

  1. There’s an intentional reference to the starvation of people who can no longer sustain the crops upon which they depended for survival in the latitudes near the Equator.

    I can tell you I wrote the song, originally, while living in the Mount Vernon Inn in Escondido, California, down the street from where the Marc Kane and I got off the Greyhound Bus with what was our Everything in our hands. This came to me within either the first week or month of my stay there. I wrote other lyrics upon arriving in Escondido, too, so I’d have to think about it for a minute, but that one seems first.

    I saw landscaping flowers growing humbly upon a security fence topped with barbed wire, and associated it with the story.

    I wrote all the lyrics inside an hour…

    ….save for the ones MK and I worked on together, this afternoon. I was trying to find where part of a verse had gone. She began writing this document, to keep up with what we recalled (for this is the first day we’ve dwelt upon it in years). She gave us a line about living it up, in response to one I wrote down about gifting all babies with our resources. This turned into the menace to the future, and the knife is the overbloated lifestyle and accruement of wealth without regard to the trade-off of the effects of their decisions and practices upon the lives of the rest of us. The song’s update tries to speak to ‘them’ rather than merely portray them. That would be an ideological prop used for identity by the singers, but if the song’s heard widely, it needs to carry communication- without sanitizing the problems of the world.

    Just melodizing them.