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The Great Disappearing Act

by Brett Wetzel

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(…singer of the non-profits…destined to fulfill the prophecy at hand…ah yes, the great disappearing act…) Predisposed for calibration Trade free will to transcribe dictation Drink the kool-aid of the princess Run such lucrative business Wed the CEO, granting corporate disdainment Makeovers and Whole Foods arrangements Read the lines, enchanted Bask in things that are granted (…death lies in the dormant state of predictability…no surprises, pages unturned…nothing to talk about…) And if this place & time dictates… …to get your piece of the pie I saw from above you walk across the street Alone and coated against the iced grey morning If stripped of the things Those ashen blessings & left just to sing with you
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Discovery 04:58
Hovering with the air ducts, embedded above suspended ceilings Mentally rehearsing while waiting for the call on the radio On other days assigned, but not always to my consternation To where the thick sun beat down on the humid, relentless season Discovery Discovery Anticipation of something against With which to unite brings a fervor Of identity Exposure to the uptown northern front porch of the city 45 minutes, the tape has flipped in accordance With the scent on my hand that’s with me for the whole ride home Sailing the seas with pilots of the stone temple Dancing with sharks to music of Jurassic nature Discovery Discovery
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Noble intention of the fairest trade I feel like shaking off some guilt today Spits on the dashboard of mass production Schooled in the art of internal combustion So if your wheels need aligning & your tires are out of balance Take my advice and don’t panic-- Just call the organic mechanic Got to get my fix while I’m feeling pretentious The fire of the pacifist burns contentious Blowing on the whistle while he lowers the emissions Homegrown, grain-fed, and he flushes transmissions So if your carburetor’s bad or you think you’ve blown a gasket You can count on him, so don’t panic-- Just call the organic mechanic
4.
I drove across tiger stripes In the night, in the quiet For miles with eyes wide Far removed from all the sights And I turned into the marsh Onto a road of broken hearts That was my first time on Three Rivers Road See a different life From the one I saw on Pike Renovate and redefine With the help of time As I turned down the road I noticed I had found my way I’d found my way without a sign for Three Rivers Road I heard the sounds of the night The sounds of light That I had longed to hear For all, all the years And I hope this ain’t the last time Because I need some more time But there’s a smile in my mind That I am sure to find on Three Rivers Road
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Starry Night 06:20
Panoramic night, all the stars align And so reveal, spectacle divine In my darkest hour Would the gods conspire? Flower of the sun Must have been the one Thinking about falling into you Will hold me over until tonight when I do Even in the shame Your love was the same Flower of the sun Must have been the one Hand me my watch Hand me my coffee mug You have made all the difference Across the worlds of Flagstaff and Chicago Does evolve under our constellation Through the storm monsoons shines the stars and the moon Of Vincent van Gogh proportion In my darkest hour Rests a sunflower Must have been the one Always were the one Hand me my watch Hand me my coffee mug You have made all the difference Across the worlds of Flagstaff and Chicago Does evolve under our constellation Through the storm monsoons shines the stars & the moon Of Vincent van Gogh proportion
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But consider changing the title From The Cynic Manifesto The first words out of his mouth Inspired by the news on the radio Dig the unfortunate realist Dig the unfortunate realist Be that as it may Pull back on the reins And monitor exposure To the black & cancerous sun Dig the unfortunate realist Dig the unfortunate realist Due place for the unfortunate realist Due place for the unfortunate realist
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Make sense of the senseless with a sensory scheme That was cast of the die of the ancient queen Whose tempering of the tempest breast off which he weaned Was countered by the pulsing of a Rockwell dream Fast forward through the centuries to a virgin land Where the nihilist roams on his knees & hands Temporarily moving the appliances Across the sinkhole crater borne of the abyss Amidst the furniture & carpet that was soiled & stained Overcome & cloaked in a rageful shame Presenting his case to be heard & seen But was faithless in the favor of the ancient queen Noble suitor Seeks Andromeda’s grace Gilded soldier Burned at the stake Lone, supple descendant Had renounced his name Young, tender suitor Burned at the stake
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For Lease 06:35
In the still. timeless shift out of late afternoon does the dull grey sky harness the winded evening I can recall your thick, gray cotton sweatshirt when you quietly came upon us and she doesn’t even know it she sits across from me here high above Chicago, but the dark night won’t let me make out her eyes Taken my heart for languished ransom, and I don’t find myself minding at all What makes her such a source? Such a softly ardent brown source with freckled blazonry? and she doesn’t even know it If you only had an inkling of an idea as to how you light this spirit….do you know? Do you know? In the midst of mountains, in the midst of the sands, in the midst of the complex pool… I could have sworn I saw you I could have sworn that that was you Can I sit with you? Can I sit with you? Could I be so lucky to sit just next to you? She sits in a youthful crouch with her knees to her chest, only looking on with lips curled inward How precious when the moment arrives that her silence gives way to an enchantingly awkward offering! and she doesn’t even know it If you only had an inkling of an idea as to how you light this spirit….do you know? Do you know? In the midst of mountains, in the midst of the sands, in the midst of the complex pool… I could have sworn I saw you I could have sworn that that was you Can I sit with you? Can I sit with you? Could I be so lucky to sit just next to you?
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Cage Match 04:48
Like the stale smell of an old, familiar car Does it hit--upon arrival in the terminal It’s a cage match between the past & the present Do you tap out or break free of the submission hold? Lifetimes juxtaposed And I wait just a couple more minutes Before pulling down the shade--so I can see it fade away And who, who walked these streets That bore life, demons, and innocent limitations Lifetime left behind Does a new sound linger beyond duplicitous cacophony? An integrated orchestration of disintegrated boundary? Thrust into the ring to weigh the validity of reconciliation It’s a stretch to claim high ground & resolution But it’s fair to feel the fairer weather

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released September 7, 2015

Written, performed, and recorded by Brett Wetzel

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Brett Wetzel Chicago, Illinois

Brett Wetzel began his music career as a singer and lyricist. Over time, he developed interest in writing and composition by learning to play various instruments. He's written and recorded multiple albums in his home studio--from a 4-track recorder 20 years ago to a digital 24-track board today. Some of his live shows are solo, while some are with a backing band of fellow musicians/friends. ... more

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