What is my soul-predicament?
You have reached a stage in the evolutionary journey of your soul where you must lose your self-consciousness sufficiently to express yourself in a spirit of spontaneity, confidence, and flowing creativity.
Tell me the honest truth
Insecurity, self-judgement, and the compensatory creation of “appearances” stand between you and the Garden.
What is my heroic archetype?
The Good King or Good Queen; The Performer; The Role Model.
Describe my most effective evolutionary strategy
Seek opportunities for personal creative expression. Never be deterred by jitters or the fear of losing face. Don’t be eclipsed by anyone.
Give me an affirmation
I express myself boldly, with confidence that I will be heard, loved, and appreciated.
What’s in my toolbox?
Into this physical world, you bring quiet dignity, a flair for impacting the lives of others, a depth of creativity, and a knack for performance.
What burden do I bear for my community?
You bear the weight of seeing the drabness we impose on ourselves, mistaking it for humility and honesty.
Tell me of my shadow
Mere noise. Pushiness. Insincerity. Childishness. Egocentricity. The seductive dramatization of the false self.
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lyrics
LYRICS
The seed that will be only me starts with heating
and radiates out from the dark for every new meeting
I rise every day like the sun, ever shining
Though sometimes obscured by a cloud with no silver lining
Sun songs are sometimes eclipsed by some other heavenly tune.
I cannot resist the pull of their rhythms. I can't help but dance with the moon.
I'll take the time to create my own illusions,
or from the shadows will creep some one else's delusions.
Express and impress - that's my essence, that's my theater.
Midsummer harvest, leap fires, play follow the leader.
When I'm in the game, I arrange, I conduct, I score.
When pushed to the side, I cannot abide, no more songs, now I roar.
I look to myself and you should do the same.
I am the source, I'm the happy refrain.
I've got the heart, I've got Yellows and Red.
I've got oranges and honey and all that I''ve said.
My pride sometimes gets in the way of my magnanimous gift,
Sun Songs sustained across the range
for whomsoever needs a lift.
Musicianship tight as an atom, music wild and roaming as the imagination of the unknown. It’s like everything and nothing I’ve ever heard, a screaming reminder that rock is rebellion and must be reinvented each time it’s played, or else it’s just pop.
This Michigan-based trio trip, swirl, and echo their way through 11 songs of psychedelic, surf-tinged, garage rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 27, 2015
