Sing a song about sex
Then kiss the person you are next
We are reaping row by row
Widows teaching men to sew
So we can begin again
Hug the children that you meet
Agree with them that things are neat
Admire the blankness of their slates (how great their state)
Abandon them all to their fates
So we can begin again
Roll that boulder up the hill
When it rolls down maintain your chill
Everything's a metaphor (ignore what for)
What's been stolen gets restored
So we can begin again
Though it's reasonable to ask
What's the purpose of this task
The only answer is a silence
Which will not yield to all your science
Every brief moment of bliss
Is your revolt at that abyss
Know the torment never ends
There's nothing more to comprehend
You must rebel constantly (decree you're free)
There's no final victory
So we just begin again
It's the essence of TMJ to follow up a smart song about the need to forge new memories with a killer that grooves on everything great and awful about the 1970s. Brash, confident, and deeply pleasurable -- and its vibe is punctured by the new old b-side's warning "living backwards in time/losing your mind." As always, TMJ has it all ways, beautifully. Alan S
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