Gravedigger's Blues

Do you have enough attention span to last three sentences? If not, you can stop reading now and french kiss the multi-headed mindless-distraction-monster machine of your choosing.

That was your three sentences: You can go now. You, me, we, whatever? We're all in this together. Written by a real life, real death, gravedigger: Gravedigger's Blues ain't there to entertain ya. Your busy mind-hands already do a more than adequate job of that.

This life is only worth anything to the degree we use it to uncover what must be uncovered. It will end soon and the window of opportunity is closing-Japanesebullet-train-fast. Our minds are filled with more distortion pedals than all the gains of sand on this earth.

The velcro-nature of our inessential busyness keeps us glued to the mast of a sinking "I" "My" "Me" out-to-sea ship that doesn't exist in the way we think it does. It ain't gotta be like that. No time like right now to bury the shovel. Recorded "front porch" style and saturated with errors, discrepancies and contradictions.