Casualties of the Times: The Shaman

The Shaman


(Refrain)
There’s no coincidence
Bones never lie
So says the shaman
While reaching for the sky
Throwing confetti
When he cannot see the stars
Bones never lie
But the heart often does

The compass is spinning
Like the bottle, like the knife
Like the cylinder
In the revolver
That we play with tonight
Round off the edges
Round to the decimal
So smooth, so baby smooth
Then what did you snag upon?

(Refrain)

Play it again Sam
Roll the footage one more time
Relive the incident
Through a document
Censored in scope of frame
Point of view
Grade of resolution
Play it again, play it again
Someday I’ll see more than the picture shows
This trauma… this trauma…
I can’t make any sense of it

(Refrain)


December 10, 2007