I'm a dead man walking,
No one talking,
Dressed to impress the streets,
Everyone is gawking,
But no one is talking,
No one is talking to me.
The streets are quite,
Yet filled with people,
But no one is looking up,
Their looking down at the dirty ground,
Missing frowns and smiles from above.
The coffee shops are full of love,
For the glow of computer screens,
No one is talking,
They're not even my friends,
But I miss their presence all the same.
So I went down to the Village town,
Hoping something would inspire me,
But inspiration means renovation,
And I refuse to live in memories!
Replace your voice with the machine,
And your face on the big screen,
When your digital self is alive and well,
What's left for your poor body?
Freedom of speech is obsolete,
If we throw out the mouthpiece,
America chokes on her conquered throat,
And we lost New York City.
Until I listen close for that holy Ghost,
From the mountain calling,
And I dip my feet in its cold, blue stream,
Til my heart beats emerald green.
With a sage-burnt shell I cast a spell,
And send my old hell far from me,
From my catholic sins I am born again,
Into Pagan ecstasy.
And as I call in the East,
I walk into the stream,
And as I call in the South,
I bring water to my mouth,
And as I call in the West,
The creek swallows my chest,
And as I call in the North,
I am swallowed by Her source!
from Wholesome (2016),
released July 31, 2016
Luis Mojica: vocals
Melora Creager: vocals
Aemen Bell: vocals
Produced by Luis Mojica
Recorded & mixed by Jason Sarubbi
Mastered by Mike Tierney