What would you say if I told you
I had a craving for another girl in black.
The timing isn't right, but what can I say
It just happened I didn't force it
I couldn't stop it at the start

Now isn't that odd?
Now isn't that odd?

Yes I could stay with you forever but
I've an appointment with a cackling crow inside
It's been here since the start of the ride and
I feel under my white skin the hard caress
of dark velvet tips within and

Isn't that sin?
Isn't that sin?
Isn't that sin?

Life is not right where life is not moon june spoon
It's more like crash bang boom
More like water from the moon
Yes I could peel my self away
Fear of a judgment day we're
Missing the point
Did I fear the judgment day?
Did I fear the judgment day? We're
Missing the point
Missing the point
Missing the point

The hunter gatherer said smoke this
It'll burn cleaner
Listen to me I know what's what
I heard what was said but
But then I said
Oh I couldn't remember well
But I can recall each dreamy image of our time
Oh! And doesn't that rhyme?
Doesn't that rhyme?
Doesn't that rhyme? Oh...

Life is not right where life is not moon june spoon
It's more like crash bang boom
More like water from the moon
Oh I could peel my self away for
Fear of a judgment day. We're
Missing the judgement day!
We're missing the point!
We're missin' the judgment day
We're missing the point
Missing the point

She's got it
We've got it
She's got it
We've got it

Oh were do I go?
Where do I go?
Which one do I go?
Where do I go?

Life is not right where
Life is not Moon! June! Spoon!

Life is not right where
Life is not Moon! June! Spoon!
Life is not Moon! June! Spoon!
Life is not Moon! June! Spoon!


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    My InterpretationI should give you some background.

    The progenitors of this work are a couple of brothers from the Dallas/Ft. Worth area, Chad and Reggie Rueffer.

    I followed their creating ramblings years ago, when I lived in that area.

    They kicked it off with a fusion/rock ensemble called Mildred, which turned out (after I was able to read the lyrics in their first CD) to be a Christian band.

    I don't know for sure what the deal was, but they just didn't take off. I think it had something to do with the fact that they produced a very musically sophisticated, high quality product. I suppose that in the low-flying world of "Christian Rock", that dog just plain don't hunt. I remember going to see them, for free, in a fantastic arena venue, which could seat 1000 or so. The show appeared to have been hosted by some kind soul for free. I took my eldest daughter and danced in the aisles. I seem to recall that maybe about 10 people showed up. Discount friends and family, and maybe my daughter and I were perhaps the only actually musically interested parties to make that scene. Sad, if not tragic, outright.

    After that, the band broke up. Reggie dropped the amped and processed fiddle for a bass, Chad seemed to assume a larger share of the songwriting input, and they procured a head-banging drummer. Thus was born "Spot".

    I loved, and still love, that album. Their style took more a tone of serious reflection and reevaluation of spiritual values, perhaps more direct and angry, with a Dostoyevskian darkness kicked up a notch.

    The songs ranged from anger over systemic corruption, personal growth out of blindness, the redemption of the doubters.

    And it also included this tune which, to me, seems to be a sterling anthem to human consciousness and a universe spinning on an axis, held on one end by human weakness and on the other by a hapless conduiting of direct perception of the ultimate truth.

    This is a new creation myth, which is really the retelling of the oldest myth in the book: That we're here to struggle through the Tao's "1000 things" back to something quite a bit more elemental, perhaps even pure.

    More specifically, it regales us with the tale of the primal artist; the one who finds his or herself creating utterly in spite of his or herself; it's the universe as divine play.

    Interesting side note: I saw a video on YouTube of a "Spot" reunion, in 2007. I was very, very pleased to see Reggie looking happy and back in a better place: I fancy to think it's roughly the place where he was in his Mildred days. He's a great musician--both brothers are gifted, actually, and I look forward to hearing from them in the future.

    May their path be straightly crooked and strewn with rose petals of musical joy.
    razajacon May 23, 2011   Link

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