Monday, August 31

Cure for pain.

Where is the ritual
And tell me where, where is the taste?
Where is the sacrifice
And tell me where, where is the faith?
Someday there'll be a cure for pain
That's the day I throw my drugs away!
When they find a cure for pain.

Where is the cave
Where the wise woman went?
And tell me where
Where's all that money that I spent?
I propose a toast to my self-control
You see it crawling helpless on the floor
Someday there'll be a cure for pain
That's the day I throw my drugs away.

When they find a cure for pain
When they find a cure for pain
When they find a cure for pain.

(Mark Sandman, RIP)

2 comments:

Hans said...

Here's the real comment:

Pain and sickness leave us NOW!!!

Empath aka Hans?

Metamatician said...

Let's do an anti-pain dance (I'll hop) and maybe we can drive away the malevolent spirits within us. I'll call up Brendan Perry and he can play various skinned drums, and we can dance and sing polyrthmically to his beats, like in Jazz or classical counterpoint, riffing off beats early or late on purpose, and playing around within the rhythm, like Miles Davis did with his trumpet, flugelhorn, and piano, constant anticipating where the audience expected the rhythm to go and then changing up on them, but eventually coming back to the 'grace note' which let you exhale. That oughta work.

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