To proudly disintegrate into the thick fog and distant promise of the open road
Between the eyes of madness and the human heart the door is shown
I cannot remember the beginning nor do I see the end
But we have traveled together wandering as children
We will meet again another world away
Where love does not speak or even whisper its name
Far from the heavens kept further within
I will see you there and greet you as friend
-Robert Levon Been
Your Name Was Here
And it left us with what little you see
The light comes in clearly
And shames us
This was meant to fill our hearts
And now what use can they be for any
This tragic place is us without you
Will you ever know?
That which once you filled is now so bravely bare
Waiting for existence to forget
-Peter Hayes
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We tore off down the highway into the desert in search of a new studio, somewhere to do some recordings, something different, or unusually normal is another way to put it. Instead we found a bunch of magical mushrooms and couldn’t remember why the hell we came out to the desert in the first place?
That’s the funny thing about the desert, if you don’t know where you’re headed you might find yourself in a ditch with all the answers, except for how you’re going to get out of that ditch.
We’re leaving home for New Zealand soon, everyone is ready to play rock’n'roll again. . . . Departing reality shortly.
Robert Levon Been – july 6th 2010
