wandering through an old mostly forgotten museum store. thousands of years of history and stories, lost in the storm of time and the crime of putting on a shelf unwanted, untold and forgotten
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Scarlet INside
The Room of MUndane Things
The Room of MUndane THings
Lost in the Rubble, the TRouble, The scrubble
I wandered through valleys and alleys of shelves
Time tossed and senseless, what’s something’s now nothing
The things that we loved, now catalogued and left
Roaming the musty gloom, row after row
In silence forgotten, discarded and rotten
Geegaws and ornaments, bits and stuff
A broken china turtle dove
Helmets, pelmets, cats and hats
Oil on board, the fifth earl on a hunt
The broad jump bronze from 1908
Sepia photos torn, crumpled and burnt
Chorus
Lost, tossed, hidden and found
Things Mundane in touch and sound
Caused by time to lose their tale
From dust to rust all fades to pale
Row upon row of unread books, no proof they were ever drafted
Sir robert Murdoch Struan’s 8 volume bloody tome, 40 years with rod, line and gun
Bells, buckles, bones, phones, pheromones, a pigstick spear unshafted
Old wheels juju and haha, a child in a jar undone
A demand from a lawyer, for a bill from a tailor
A lost love logged on perfumed pink paper
Tiger skin, ming vase, stone tools flint and bone
All lost in memory, want, left alone
Game birds, deer head, water buffalo horn
Celtic cross, monkey’s paw, a shrunken head hair shorne
Greenglaze, samain, skeletal homo sapien
Brass spittoon, cartoon. A finger of cousin damian
Yellowing paper, a cavalry sabre
The deeds to a long gone french farmhouse
Cassette tapes, some brown drapes, a stuffed bear, a low pair
A Poster of bruce lee, a decomposed mouse
An old china tea set with hand painted flowers
3 crystal bells and a t towel from rhyll
Chorus 2
In this Room of MUndane things
Where the walls are closing in
I could search to the edge, Year upon year
To find one honest tear
Roaming the musty gloom, shelf after shelf
In silence forgotten, discarded and rotten
What once was important and held so dear
The flotsam and jetsam of life, all lost and hidden here.
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beats and rhythms, prog rock, beats and industrial crunches,minimalist lines, blues, jazz and synths all topped off with unusual lyrics and dark themes and
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Soothfully a phenomenal prog rock album—an instant classic. What motivates me to say so, is the music’s incredible expressiveness & its wonderfully cinematic song structures. Jargon is a very good fit with this band. It is quite evident that the band’s current lineup have great chemistry together & that they share a common affinity to this vein of music. I look forward to their next creation. Drifting Sun are definitely one of prog rock’s brightest lights. Thank you, DS!
9+/10. Alrihkh