This started out as an itch in dire need of scratching... The lyrical content is a conglomeration of counterpunctual bouncing back and forth between dissatisfaction with the combination of surveillance state and sea of useless information we're drowning in, and issues surrounding violence - both perpetrated by, and against, law enforcement in the United States.
Interestingly enough, I spent most of Saturday deep inside of the Earth in a former Atlas E Missile Silo, peaceful and content to be making a new friend and purchasing a 12-string acoustic guitar. We emerged back into the world of cellular service to take our friend out to dinner, and wouldn't you know the FIRST THING we see is information about forty to fifty trucks of ARMED alt-right Nazi punks occupying Massachusetts street in Lawrence, Kansas.
I was using the proverbial "Our Town" in the lyrics in reference to these types of sorely misguided, wicked, hateful people... "Master Race" indeed, they usually look like they've got "the skurvy". Tears flooded my eyes when I realized what I had written about is happening EVERYWHERE. It needs to be stopped. What's YOUR reaction?
It’s barely twenty four hours later, & everyone is screamin’;
Facecrack, tweaker and your twenty four hour news…
There’s no one out here but the haters and takers,
& three letter agencies playin’ by the acre;
and now the technocrats are comin’ for you data too…
They left his body by the side of the road,
Johnny Law pulled the trigger ’til he had to reload;
and you can make a killing selling coffins so I’m told…
Oh hey Siri, Bixby, Google please be frugal,
and Cortana, baby, please I don’t wanna;
Alexa be a dear and order me a pizza or two…
What’s your reaction? Whooaah, what’s your reaction?
Can you sell me your dissatisfaction?
Stick your needle into this transaction…
What’s your reaction? Show me your reaction?
I’m in need of some human interaction,
Don’t just sit there on the couch I need your ACTION!
A group of boys in blue were walking the streets,
in Dallas Texas just a keeping the peace;
until a volley of bullets rained down from on high…
An anti violence rally, now scattered through the alleys,
They were duckin and dodging’ with no time to dalley;
When the smoke had cleared, five heroes had lost their lives…
And now with crosses of iron, topsy-turvy,
they’re marching around lookin’ like they’ve got the scurvy;
Tell me when this became the face of our town ?
President Obama: "I believe that I speak for every single American when I say that we are horrified over these events, and that we stand united with the people... We will learn more, undoubtedly, about their twisted motivations. Let’s be clear: There is no possible justification for these kinds of attacks."
from Eve Of Destruction,
released August 9, 2018
Drums, Bass, Guitar and Vocals
Maslow's Basement is a musical project originally formed in Los Angeles California, now seeking collaborators in Kansas
City. Project music is most often lyrically inspired by several notions related to Abraham Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs - and describe the personal journeys and processes involved in escaping from the lower levels and climbing out of the basement....more