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Hymns to Our Stolen Grief is out now.

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Hymns to Our Stolen Grief

What Was Taken From Us (Instrumental)

Broad Daylight

Forget About Me

Hospital Song

Roaring Red-Faced Mr. Jones

A Hymn to Our Stolen Grief

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A HYMN TO OUR STOLEN GRIEF

And if you walk

Then walk with me

And we will face the path together

Be it shine or rainy weather

You’re not alone

You’re not alone

And if you weep

Then weep with me

And I will lend a sturdy shoulder

When you don’t have the strength to hold on

You’re not alone

You’re not alone

And if you laugh

Then laugh with me

Because the world can be so much better

And our time will be so much better

You’re not alone

You’re not alone

And if you pass

You’ll pass by me

And I swear you won’t be forgotten

I swear you’ll not be forgotten

You’re not alone

You’re not alone

You’re not alone

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ROARING RED-FACED MR. JONES

Roaring red faced Mr. jones

Picked his meat from children’s bones

Spread the lie that they were living

So listeners would keep on giving

Mr. Jones denied the killings

Declared the parents were the real villains

Sent his swarms of wasps and flies

To threaten and to terrorize

Roaring, red-faced Mr. Jones

Mr. Jones spread a cloak and

Dagger lie of the heartbroken

Kids were barely in their graves

When Jones began to rant and rave

Roaring red faced Mr. Jones

Drove the grieving from their homes

Red faced roaring Mr. Jones

Picked the meat from children’s bones

Roaring, red-faced Mr. Jones

This should've been a lullaby

Hush now, child, don't you cry

No psychotic gunman armed

Should come to school to cause you harm

This should've been a lullaby

But in our grief he spread the lies

And in the frenzy of his feeding

He kept out opened wounds bleeding

This should've been a lullaby

There never was a reason why

This should've been a lullaby

There never was a goddamn reason why

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HOSPITAL SONG

Watched your body waste away

Watched your skin fade into grey

Trembled as I squeezed your hand

Said you’ll always be my man

Said I’d never leave your side

Broke that promise though I tried

Nurses won’t let me inside

Someday I’ll be by your side

We are souls that twirl and weave

In a world that won’t believe

We are bodies soft and frail

Try to shine as we grow pale

We are souls that built a home

A quiet place to call our own

We are spirits left denied

Should’ve been there by your side

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FORGET ABOUT ME

Riven, rent, and torn asunder

Split like lungs with bloody thunder

Waves of hatred pull us under

Waves of vengeance pull us under

Raise the flags

And lower the sails

Our captain’s taking us

Beyond the pale

We are the victims

We can do what we want

A blank cheque written in a blood red font

The world spins and spins again

Succumb to the same sins again

If I should gaze into a crystal ball

The day my body breaks and falls

And watch my people use my name

As a rallying cry to slaughter and maim

If a magic mirror would show a fate

A future stained by blood and hate

By massacres in my memory

Then forget about me

Forget about me

Bereaved son of a wounded nation

The same beating hearts

The same bleeding scars

My brethren drunk

On a thirst for blood

Slam shot after shot

Into lands afar

Perhaps our leaders

Were foolish believers

Or ghoulish deceivers

It doesn’t matter

The outcome’s the same

A national shame

A grief-fueled tantrum

Of blood and flame

The world spins and spins again

Succumb to the same sins again

If I should gaze into a crystal ball

The day my body breaks and falls

And watch my people use my name

As a rallying cry to slaughter and maim

If a magic mirror would show a fate

A future stained by blood and hate

By massacres in my memory

Then forget about me

Forget about me

Father sitting on the throne

Bombed them to their catacombs

Struck the innocent, poor, and prone

Left nothing but blood and bone

Father who in power resides

Split this world into sides

Give us this day our national pride

That we may whitewash genocide

If I should gaze into a crystal ball

The day my body breaks and falls

And watch my people use my name

As a rallying cry to slaughter and maim

If a magic mirror would show a fate

A future stained by blood and hate

By massacres in my memory

Then forget about me

Forget about me

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BROAD DAYLIGHT

Gone, they’re gone

Oh god they’re gone

Sister of mine, what have you done?

Succumbed to suffocation ‘neath the setting sun

Sitting on the floor as the engines run

Lover of mine, won’t you be there for me?

My world is dying and you’re trying to flee

Flying away across the sea

Lover of mine, won’t you take me

I feel so alone

The chill of night falls on my home

Take me where the sun won’t go down

Take me where the sun won’t go down

Sisters of mine, come dance with me

(Come with us)

Bring me flowers, bring me tea

(Stay with us)

Lift me where suffering cannot reach

(We will raise you up)

Cleanse the blood white as bleach

Sisters of mine make me your queen

(Come with us)

Nightmare turn into a dream

(Stay with us)

Welcome me home with a feast

(We will raise you up)

Feed the heartbreak to the beast

I can feel the warmth

The blinding light here in the north

One of these days the sun will go down

One of these days the sun will go down

Down

Down

Down

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Sunless and Sky White Lyrics

1.  Doubloons and Harpoons

2.  Roaches, Spiders, Birds

3.  The Background Noise

4.  Bunny

5.  Russian Silver

6.  Numbers Game

7.  WIFFLE Bat

8.  Next Year’s Model

All lyrics (C) 2021 George Reimers

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Next Year’s Model

Cast an azimuth to the isthmus of atheism

My business is apostasy and blasphemy’s a blast for me

Aligned with Aristotle’s natural philosophy

Your Platonic approach is increasingly lost on me

So easily your worldview’s reduced to absurdity

Measly when unfurled but you accuse me of heresy

Prosecute and persecute and execute the Socrates

Who tear down the curtains of your Ozian wizardry

No reminders are allowed that I am an animal

There is a a hierarchy and I am the pinnacle

Anyone who dissents is burned as heretical

God is an engineer and I am next year’s model

Something seemed suspicious so I saw a Sorek stylist

Blinded by the bangs, I see your actions were the vilest

And I’m seeing red alert

Hear your klaxons ringing out

And I’ll fight beside Delilah as we pull your temple down

Lament the executions as a necessary evil

If you don’t like this solution, why the fuck are you so gleeful?

“This odious onus falls upon us”

You whine but you can still cast your patronus

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WIFFLE Bat

Skateboards, scooters, rollerblades

Selling homemade lemonade

Tire swings and trampolines

Hidden mattress magazines

Nerf crossbow and Super Soaker

G.I. Joe, the Hulk, and Joker

Yo-yos, bottle caps, and pogs

Erector sets and Lincoln Logs

Bicycles and WIFFLE bats

Tootsie Rolls and Cracker Jacks

Bottle rockets, baseball cards

Hot Wheels and Matchbox cars

Happy Meals and pizza parties

Birthday cakes at bowling alleys

Capri Suns and Kool-Aid pouches

Forts of cushions, chairs, and couches

Hot Wheels and Matchbox cars

Bottle rockets, baseball cards

Tootsie Rolls and Cracker Jacks

Bicycles and WIFFLE bats

Pac-Man, Pikmin, Pokémon

Yu-Gi-Oh and Digimon

Grand Theft Auto, Gran Turismo

Mario, Metroid, and Halo

Checkers, Chess, and Operation

Stupid stunts and dislocations

D&D, M:TG, monotonous Monopoly

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Numbers Game

Prove your love to me

Mathematically

If q = p

u + i will b

If your love’s not true

 x will = u

I’ll replace

The marks you make

With rubber residue

I want to find the area beneath your curves

Prove your love to me

What’s our quantity?

Our sum may be >1

But is it <3?

Show your work for me

23*3

Resolve our inequalities

And prove your love to me

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Russian Silver

Roger is what ails me

He’s gotten in the henhouse

He’s staging a coup

Crying foul, foul, foul

He says, “Bad eggs!

Who let them ‘round?

Who the hell wants all this brown?

Reject them all!

Eject then all!

Replace each one with a golden goose!”

A faux-Guy Fawkes

Who says he stands against

The strength he represents

Said to me he’s heaven-sent

And hid the horns upon his head

The foes you thought

You could not stand

They understand you better than

The trickster with a slick coat

Of brick red

What do you say

To sway the flock your way

You sold permission to predators

To claim they’re really prey

Dress your fashion red

I’ll choose the dogs instead

And pray the hounds hunt you down

As we staunch the wounds you’ve bled

So what’s your diagnosis?

Is it true that Rupert has a heart murmur, Doc?

A fattened block to stop the flow to the marrow

oh so thirsty for the worst

Why is the rain hard here?

Soaks through with bone chilling fear

Power lines drip away clarity

Strips structural supports of integrity

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Bunny

Little bunny foo foo

Good god what did you do?

So far so few saw through

The smokescreen smiles that you threw

Tell me, are the tales true?

Your trembling tail betrays you

A crimson river trails you

Bunny bodies bled blue

Little bunny foo foo

Tell me true, what led you

Did you think it’s funny to

Drink the blood like honey

Is it for the money you

Do the things that you do

Disposition sunny

You little bunny foo foo

Little bunny foo foo

How easy the heads hew

Flesh melts into fresh stew

Sip the broth like morning dew

Deaf to cries of mourning as you

Crunch the bones like cashews

Stash the rest in cellar rooms

Your belly makes the best tomb

The vampire tales

On campfire trails

Of flailing, wailing

Bodies flayed

The folklore grim

A funeral hymn

For the victims of

Your sadistic whims

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The Background Noise

Sing us all a simple song

And sum the sine waves to

Some sort of sibilance

A sparkling sound to sweeten up

The resonance

Of fundamental frequencies

Frequently forgotten

From the melodies

Disappeared in this abyss

Of hissing static

Distorted where the sources shorted

Slamming signals to the rails

Screams prevail and whispers fail

Fortify recordings to distortion

‘Til transmission cords are scored

Until your score becomes a chore

Until what should’ve soared becomes discordant

Wait up

What if what you worshipped was

Played up

Masking that the Magic was just

Made up

What about the nights new writers

Stayed up

Here comes something new but you won’t

Hear it

Hold the hurdle high so it can’t

Clear it

Shoot down anyone who tries to

Cheer it

Can’t admit the truth that

Nothing’s sacred and everything is beautiful

Pen a pretty paean of purple prose praise

To the favorite flowery, fiery turn of fictional phrase

That always pulls you back to your postpubescent days

The period so perfect when you learned the world’s ways

Everyone can stop now

This cannot be topped now

You cannot see how

Anything could ever wow

Again

Like the one

That dyed its tones

So loud to stand out

And render all around it

Down to muted greys and browns

Wait up

What if what you worshipped was

Played up

Masking that the magic was just

Made up

What about the nights new writers

Stayed up

Here comes something new but you won’t

Hear it

Hold the hurdle high so it can’t

Clear it

Shoot down anyone who tries to

Cheer it

Can’t confess and face the fact

You fear it

Force you to concede that nothing’s sacred

Force you to admit you may have

traded

Diamond clarity for something

jaded

The fresh air that they breathe you leave

deflated

As you tell your them that they shouldn’t try to

Take up

Pianos, pencils, pie tins, paths to

Make up

A masterpiece to make the masses

Wake up

To the fact that even though nothing is

Sacred

Everything is beautiful

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Roaches, Spiders, Birds

Down here with the roaches and the spiders and the birds

Your worth was decided at three-fifths of what you said you were

Coaches? We're not coaches!

We teach no approaches; you misheard

So go make your new home among the roaches, spiders, birds

Down here in the dust and the rusty jagged metal

We’ve given you six months and you never proved your mettle

There’s no reason to trust, so get out of here and settle

Amidst the dust and crust of corroded rusting metal

Down here with the raccoons as they dash out of the trash

Down here with the carcasses of rats lured into traps

Drown the sound of all your doubts with podcasts at full blast

To distract you from desperate rodent corpses caught in clasps

Down here with Achilles’ tendons sliced before you ran

Lost the marathon before the race even began

Will imploding, skills eroding, kill you hopes and plans

So get down on the dusty ground cause we don’t give a damn

Somehow

I rubbed you the wrong way

You couldn’t shut down my highway

So you made me take the long way

Play along

Even though I don’t belong here

Be strong a little longer

This wrong can’t last much longer

This is a meritocracy

We’ve seen your mediocrity

We’ve heard it in your inquiries

Ignorant inadequacies

This crew is sink or swim

So walk the plank upon our whim

Breathe deep, you’re going in

Breathe deep, you’re going in

Did you play me like an iPhone app

One-handed and bored

Was I worth anything

anything at all?

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Doubloons and Harpoons

Muldoon’s saloon was festooned with harpoons

Golden doubloons inlaid with old runes

A player piano played a roll of tunes

Salty shanties sang over sandy dunes

As the sea shone ‘neath a sunlit moon

As ageless sailors strode into the room

Seeking strong spirits and silver spittoons

To expectorate legends of almost-met dooms

In faraway lands

Peru to Khartoum

Safe in the warmth of a rum-soaked cocoon

Tales change hands

Of torrents and typhoons

Storms from the north and honors impugned

Mulled wine so fine and a stein full of ale

Under the shine of a full moon so pale

Regaled with tales of great whites and whales

And the gales through which they sailed

Good for what ails you, so down a draught

Sailors sink into a liquid raft

Glass after glass, they go stumbling back

Then awake with an ache at the first daybreak crack

To faraway lands

Oaxaca to Osaka

Cuyahoga to Saratoga

Uganda to Uruguay

Clinker or carvel

Clipper and caravel

They savor that cedar smell

Beneath cerulean skies

One more drink and one more tale

of how we sink and how we sail