Gathered, sorted and dispersed
Lined up in rows to see. Hushed in our conversation
What cause have we to rejoice asks one man.
I say look at your hands your feet and feel your heart
What other reason do we need.
The pipes shine, like liquid metal
Falling from the invisible, infinite well above
the alter that soaks up all of their offerings
Their sacrament, meaning much more than words.
Stops out, the very air exalted
by the ringing golden machine
as it sings it’s praises to the world
to the clouds the sun and me.
And to you hear it say Christine, Gloria.
A great throne before us, or rather the center
of some great nervous system.
An endless field of controls.
Tell me where was the one that turned on the color
Where is the lever to mystify and hypnotize away
All our ever lasting fears and where,
was the stop, that filled me up with warmth
did you have the time did you have the strength
The will or the patience to make a little light in this
dark world. A light that shines so much brighter
Than any lamp.
No, no I’ll never go back, I gotta
get up, get up, get up, get, get out of this
kind of mind that said to never believe, never give in,
And never surrender yourself, unto the magic again,
unto the magic again, unto the magic again.
Look Left was formed in 2008 when Jared Clark (Vocals/Acoustic Guitar) decided he wanted to be a rock musician. He went out
into the harrowing Northwestern Pennsylvania tundra, bought a microphone and started recording. He was joined by Derek Wilber (Bass), Andrew Cotts (Guitar/Backing Vocals), and Matt Royek (Cajon/Percussion/Oddjobs).
LATER after graduating the college, Jared continues alone....more