Wild Form Cassingle

by Jeffrey Manson

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released November 18, 2016




Jeffrey Manson Bolinas, California

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Track Name: Wild Form
“The Real is Back” Judy wrote a note on scrap, A pinned and fluttering specimen, brought to life by mesa wind whistling on…

Most have been, Judy said that most have been bred to be the bigger and brighter horticulture with our senses dulled from gorging on saturation

Ah but Wild Form,

It was a dancing delicate thing to live on paper road In remnant dune community Where we dry and dehisce Scatter and save for later

Only a road on paper

The Real is back, Judy for another season in basket and envelope, Hand to hand to pass the hidden information,

Generation, generation generation
Track Name: (just like) Seedhead Minaret
If you are missing your bikini bottoms, I may have just come across them in what used to be my garden, all grown over, gone to seed: the undergrowth all full of underthings.

A little flash of pink, peeking out from beneath my onions drooping blooming

Just like Seedhead Minaret! and if the top is out there somewhere I haven't found it yet.

Likely I'll forget to look, I've gone all puffball-brained and useless woody root, blooming seeded minaret here with you.

I think I read somewhere they found a brain inside our bellies: "a new brain," a different kind of funky intellect, full of uselessness and fanciness and everything that we ever knew just upload it and forget...
Track Name: Waves of Prayer
strange days without question, got hypnotized by my personal television watching bad news getting worse (seems like someone's trying to distract us) with talk of walls and made up flood and famine, and just when I needed someone to cut through all the static...

I feel you right there
rolling on a wave of prayer
pouring sand in the gas tank
gumming the machinery up

same old scam, just a new front man for the same old bad blues hammer band, watch em riding up and down their golden escalator oh no looks like we've got to save our own souls (I'll save yours if you save mine...)

I feel you right there
standing on the banks of a river
wearing ice in your hair from
gumming the machinery up

winter comes, still the camp grows, won't be duped by bones thrown if like Mariee says, we look the black snake in the eye and spit the light spit the light spit the light

we've got to save our own souls.