no object's defined by evil,
but when we objectify people
or our object's to define unequal
a deed to deem them as inadequate
decidedly dehumanize do defile
vilely file, view their lives as inanimate,
then sadistically animating
an object we're handling
fatally damages the fragile living
shattering the animate status attached to them,
and in an instant of duress
a simple sick decision to direct,
an innocuous object viscerally
switch horrifically to that which that isn't its intent..
from innocent to a vicious instrument of death
plays its requiem role a symphonic dirge
orchestrates gory traits awfully served
cacophonous curt disconcerting concert solemnly heard,
hurt, herded and reaped, to a coffin in the dirt where you sleep,
Neutral items newly enlivened
by given brutal purpose perceived disturbing the peace
taking life, curbing the breathing,
it certainly seems there's no silence,
the violent cycle churning repeats...
grunts and moans when a person's conceived,
turning to screams when the birth is achieved,
unless death occurs in your sleep,
last words that you speak, worse they're shrieks,
the reaper whispers terms courteously
courting us working in secret
permanently leaving entrails and urns for his leavings,
end trail cremation pavement murky with weeping
the cost to cross Styx river isn't cheap,
in this world that you see.
Every carpet with a burgundy streak,
every stray sneaker observed in the street
could be the murderous scene of a terminal deed.
A landmark of a victim never to be heard or be seen.
What's that stain on the carpet?
Why is that pole bent there?
Whats with that shoe in the sump?
How did that hole get there?
[Verse 2]
When you're on the subway,
what if you are sitting on a blood stain?
Whats to say that crack in the glass
or a shoe at the bus station
isn't connected to a “someone”
ending on a “some day.”
why is there a pair of muddy pumps in the sump eh?
Why the torn cloth on the sharp fence the rust ate,
the macabre and the maudlin are all in the mundane,
all your petty values here are chump change.
Death's an equalizer, sleep designer, untamed
closed case, unchained, uncaged
There's a twist in the life of every lifeless feature
like the twist of a knife in the spine of a leader.
When life's dealer doles a wild card
fate's hand matches wits, masochist
raise the stakes with a tarot picture,
crazy 86 ya, playing devil's advocate
gambling with life there's a chance to win,
those same odds put your ass to risk,
so life's randomness hands a gale force wind
to your fragile house of Kevorkian jack's and kings
transformed into ashes quick, you're canceled
lost to that old wind like Amelia Earhart
a game of pick up 52 prayer cards,
when “hit me” is said by a nail that's set in a casket's lid,
a narrative connected, embedded to anything,
a potential death bed in the bedlam of everything
eyes X'd so quick, exodus, death's abyss
existing cattle lives, cross paths
with cross hairs that catalyze your exiting
refrain:
no object's defined by evil,
but when we objectify people
or our object's to define unequal
a deed to deem them as inadequate
decidedly dehumanize do defile
vilely file, view their lives as inanimate,
then sadistically animating
an object we're handling
fatally damages the fragile living
shattering the animate status attached to them...
credits
from Stone Soup For The Soul,
released March 26, 2017
Lyrics written and performed by Bruce "AllOne" Pandolfo
Produced by Blunted Sultan
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Franky Bones @ Full Force Studios
Left-field rapper, slam poet, singer/songwriter, and author Bruce Pandolfo from Long Island.
Creating to connect. Obsessively exploring and creating art as healing and growing.
Deeply vivid/introspective lyrics populate this ambitious folk rock project. The arrangements span from mellow/minimal to rocking and grandiose. Consistently emotive, unique and sincere. Brilliance. AllOne
Progressive yet punk, aggro yet emotional. One of my favorite bands from Long Island and doing everything they can to live up to their name, raising money for causes and making badass music, AllOne
