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Wake up to the same grey every day.
London’s calling but you choose not to answer.
Faint echoes of many a night
Are the ever-present spectre in many an alleyway
You board the rail to traverse the realm,
Passing by the familiar human geography,
Lingering overcast changes to an underground
Toward industrial relics and promises of new futures

Meanwhile, the mental train runs on a parallel schedule
And like clockwork hitting the same stations.
Soon the mantras resonate in the skull-cavern
And a creed is recited dutifully:
The act of breathing is a burden
The quest for meaning is meaningless
All gods are God and there is no God
The only thing that matters is matter
Thus the way to greatness can only be paved in gold
That the hoarders will never bequeath to you
Until the great blood purge occurs
And then - and only then - can things ever be right

The song remains the same.

Wait, this beat sucks. How about something else?

Now, how hard was that?
Find new sounds if the old never satisfied you.
Chart your own course and never mind anyone else.
And if you had indeed attained enlightenment,
The light will show the way to those who seek it.

So then, why pursue music if it’s disposable?
It’s only as disposable as you make it.
Consider this: shallow efforts lead to a shallow labour
And thus only the shallowest of fruit would be made to bear

For that matter, why project old grudges onto new people?
Is it fair to call someone a jerk after only being here a few minutes?
Why insist on letting go of the long past
Whilst holding on fervently to a personal one?

You are the captain of your own vessel.
You are the chief of your own tribe.
You do not answer to the Davos Admiralty
Nor to Blofeld-Strangelove of Cologny.
The sounds are yours and yours alone.
The actions are yours and yours alone.
You did not choose the beginning,
But you can choose your end.

After all:
You make your future like you make your music

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from You Make Your Future Like You Make Your Music, released October 28, 2022

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キラヨシ Framingham, Massachusetts

This is the new music moniker of Derek Power, who once made music as The Spangle Maker. It is pronounced ki-ra-yo-shi.

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