Evil is cruelty with an unwavering sense of intent
The capacity for evil lives inside all of us
Inside your mother
Inside your father
Inside your best friend
Inside the police man
Inside the doctor
Inside of you
Inside of me
The war to keep the pain at bay and settle its deisre
To devour the "I" in your life may consume you
Waking up shaking in loss in a sea of your own bedsheets
Sitting on the train and feeling somehow spinning around you
With all eyes focused on your mind
And its unrelenting free speech
The death of our perception of self holds the key to power
Be vulnerable
Let go of fear and watch evil be gone
Let go of yourself
Be present
Be kind
Love
I've fallen to the ground
Got two eyes that couldn't see
There were people all around
But they wouldn't talk to me
I've got rocks in my lungs
And a boulder in my soul
You could open up their chest
It would be an empty hole
If you've awoken your mind
Why are you still so far behind?
Dedicated to the grind
But stuck in your chair
There are things you want to do
Revolution's up to you
Only you are the difference
But you're pulling out your hair
Evil minds
Waste your time
Something can't be right
Why do you stay awake at night
With your brain in a tangle
And your hands covered in sweat?
When your heart blows through your chest
You're disgusted with the rest
Will you take to the streets
Or stay at home and fret?
Keep on killing your time
Write about every crime
Say you want them to burn
But you hide in the dark
Things are starting to crumble
You can feel the pavement rumble
Get your feet into action
When the man's off his mark
Seattle band Polyrhythmics perfect a mad-scientist approach to afrobeat on their latest record, switching up styles and textures as they go. Bandcamp New & Notable May 20, 2020
Like so many others, this came like a bolt out of the blue and, even though it's well before payday, I had to have this astonishing album on vinyl to prove it exists. The feel of the tunes makes me feel like the Impressions do, Curtis Mayfield, the big spaces and instinctive horns and stuff drifting in and out. Great grooves and I can see lots of ghosts nodding along to this with big smiles on their faces. At last! Anthony Cottrell