The Unscene Supper Klub

Caught between some poison frame
Like some wordless author or a paper-thin crown
The game of days had gotten lame
Soaked in oil and water and weed to weigh them down
Thus I came upon a crew
With music bright and new, the brooding gifted few
We fuse like few others do
We sang upon the cliffside, a kinship then ensued
They've separate eyes, but I call each Frank Obollo
Like fleeting skies, a friendship could sustain
Like songs jammed only once
By the grace of Yama's rainbow tune
Beneath the marquee moon, the butcher peak consumed
Bend gritty ignites a snare typhoon
And paints a rhythm coastline like a treble clef of dew
Dr. Sound is gone now and I need some explanations
But the door is open till he finds his destination
I just hope that he finds it soon
To each I say, to you live on
And celebrate the dark times you'll see along the ride
For each degree of knowing spell I mean to know you well
Like pastimes our makers have devised
You'll survive, your sound is too demanding so
Keep alive that fire in your shell
Cause there's always fire when love is inspiration
And it's so inspiring when you know you've got through hell
So keep close knowing spell
And toast all the good you'll sell
And long live life as well