Far From The Sober West

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Now here we are - the van canters down an uneven road
Connects to ten, the rear view crying out to the sea
My daddy was made from these mountains, all lilac and scree
Sacked out in the back, he earthbound and thrown

We drive in shifts, no splendor, all cut-through and grass
Out through that pass all interstate dust and sun
We stop for gas - hypnotic flatness - brother lights up a smoke
He sits outside the station with his head in his hand
But it makes no difference

Now I begin to speak faintly
Hands grasping in the air for feeling
Now my grip wears over the highway
And I begin to speak faintly
Hands empty under the resting moon and stars
Far from the sober west

Before we left, utterly desperate, we ask the sage
“Drive east for treatment if you want to be saved”
Now I wake up from distant stillness - all direction the same
I will haul ass, cross a thousand miles hence
But it makes no difference

Now I begin to speak faintly
Hands grasping in the air for feeling
Now my grip wears over the highway
And I begin to speak faintly
Hands empty under the resting moon and stars
Far from the sober west

Let me tell you one thing that is true
But its no use - I’m broken down like a wind-blown wire woven fence
Makes no difference, move in once place, break loose, but no escape
It’s no use

One day I will be earthbound too
All filled with dust, all existential
I’ll be the picture of a truncated end

It makes no difference what I say or what I do
It’s no use

But let me tell you one thing that is true
Now we are lost, we are helpless
My hands empty
But I’m still breathing

The stellar’s jay, the mountain quail
They call from the edge of the earth
Broken down
He, earthbound and thrown.

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from Great Headless Blank, released July 17, 2015

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Makeunder Oakland, California

Led by songwriter Hamilton Ulmer, Makeunder wrestles diverse tastes - from Renaissance motet, to art rock, to 90's R&B, synth pop, soul, & modern orchestral music - into powerful songs about death, survival, migration, & loss.

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