The Blaster

The Blaster

You bathe in the depths of the sea
As the Blaster plays his reverie.
Deeper and deeper you go
To escape the sound
Of a drowning planet,
Forever holding your breath.
Great upheavals seem so near.

Are you a dreamer?
Is this your own world?
You can't even remember
How you got here
But the changes you are experiencing
Seem so real:

The coolness of the water,
The shortness of your breath,
The tears you've cried forevermore
In this never-ending death.

Has the bringer
Of false promises
Finally stumbled?
How many ideas
With strong foundations
Have crumbled?

But no outward appearances
Seem familiar here...
Except for the sound
Of the Blaster;
'Cause you remember where
It's taken him,
The music...
That is his master.

And the Blaster plays
His disaster music:
"Life After Apocalypse."
The Blaster plays
Disaster music:
Life after time stood still.

Sinking deeper...
You try to hold fast
To the truth.
You think about what you would say
If you could speak to this world:

"Are you open to the unfamiliar?
Don't you know
That everything changes?
The only thing that remains unchanged
 Is God!

Myriad opportunities called you
But the goal is beyond your grasp;
For you have forgotten how to learn,
And now the price of wisdom
Is death and resurrection."

Is this a dirty trick
Someone has played on you?
Maybe you're lost...
In virtual reality.
But it seems so true!

And on a clear day
You can see forever.
Whose life is this
Anyway?
You approach a house
To get a better view,
And you see...

Candelabras like diamonds
Shimmering through the windows.
Coals...the color of Mars
Glow in the fireplace.
Stairways to forever
Reveal multi-layered cubicles,
And the ceiling disappears
Into the stars.

But then the Blaster plays
His disaster music:
"Life After Apocalypse."
Introspective guitar riffs:
*Sparks* thrown in the air.

The Blaster plays
Disaster music:
"Life After Apocalypse."
Introspective guitar riffs
Travel on and on...

The cold wind blows,
Takes you where it will,
Turns you like a windmill.
But only your word-travels
Really break away from gravity:

"Can't live in this cubicle
No more.
The Earth is my home!
Got to stomp on the terra,
Gotta roam.
But you can use me
To spread some energy.

Am I the Blaster?"

The Blaster plays
Disaster music:
"Life After Apocalypse."
Introspective guitar riffs:
*Sparks* thrown in the air.

The Blaster plays
Disaster music:
"Life After Apocalypse."
Introspective guitar riffs
Travel on and on...



Music by: Dano at danosongs.com