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Dave and Brian, as the band Society Fringe Players, are psychedelic punk rock opera hillbillies who are using this podcast to roll out their 87 song narrative entitled THE BIG OPERA. They release a new song every Monday morning at 7 ESTand then release a commentary track every Wednesday morning at 7 EST explaining how that song fits into THE BIG OPERA. They're too "Bawmer" for their own good. Reach them on Twitter at @davelinantudsfp and @brilutz9. Yes these are Circle 9 guys.
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Dec 5, 2016

THE DRIVER SAYS IT'S OVER, YES

"I need to sleep" 's what she said

Out loud to none when she bled

Emotional projects of despair

Wondrously woven through her silk hair

Flowing freely like a winter sun

That's setting 'fore its work is done

It never settles in a sky

That's wounded enough to try

Conversely the arguments fly

Evenly like sandless beaches

Grasping at a butterfly that's

Floating just outside of reachless

Hands that grasp at everything

To be or was or so it seems

To blast off into evening streams

Of sunlight shadow dusty seams

Of reason

Of treason

Of poison

Beholden

Of superstitious portions of a

Brew that's boiling patiently

The driver says it's over, yes

It's over

Transparent transparency

Trans piracy

Piracy unbroken dreams

Cascading falls of brawling emotions

Pirated away

Spirited away

A way difference scorned

Crisis crises

Spices sailed from foreign lands landing

Unhanded

Mishandled

'Til the nothingness surrounds astounding

Fractured like a broken heart

Punctured but still beating

Still beating

Over and over

Yes it's over and over

"I need to sleep" 's what she said

The moon lurked softly by and by

Around the mourning of a sparrow

Whistling Neil Young's"Broken Arrow"

Harvesting a crop of memories

That motion t'wards the center

Of a universe that hangs a sign

The sign reads "do not enter"

The driver says it's over, yes

It's over

 

 

 

 

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