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(b. tilford)

God didn’t do it – didn’t make wars cars planes and killing in god’s name
God didn’t do it – there’s lots of will for free no refunds no exchange
love’s left lying around in the strangest faces
sometimes it blows in just like the wind through your hair
but sometimes nowhere does it say anywhere
that everything or even anything has to be fair

God didn’t do it – didn’t make the car check the time and get us to get in it
God didn’t do it – write a big black book for our perfect day hour minute
he doesn’t control everything although sometimes it seems
we all make payments to fate though our will is always free

God did the wind and the water mind and the matter God did

God didn’t do it – make wars cars planes or killing in God’s name
there’s lots of will for free no refunds no exchange
here’s your share of fear and hate and blues and blame
but at least and after all it’s not like we did these things
what if you and me did these things
what if it’s just you and me?

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from Last night at the old hotel, released August 2, 2014
A: bvox, djembe
bt: guitar, vox
db: bvox, doumbek, shakers
HCM: bass
JC: bvox, shaker
TM: drum kit

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Oranga Tanga West Melbourne, Florida

Strange stirrings are reported from the jungle. A breeze swirls the atmosphere like a nun stirs her morning coffee. The smell of drums is heavy in the air, like a remembered punch. The natives, never ones to contemplate these things, are restless and getting restlesser. There is no unrestlesting the restlesserification of… this is where the doctor said I should stop writing. ... more

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