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Disturbulence

from SULTAN by DMPH

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DISTURBULENCE

New York Tuesday morning mass disturbulence
Floors below ablaze, is this war or accidents?
We’re on 88, no escape, got to decide how to die
Stay here and fry, or jump and swiftly learn to fly
Raid the boardroom bar for bottles of bravery
Step outside and find the ground shooting up at me

All my tax-avoiding charity donations do not mean a thing
All my friends in high places cannot save my skin
The long struggle to climb the ladder to the 88th floor
The short seconds to slide down the snake to the plane of the hated poor
Goodbye, high flier, tailspinning vertically
Don’t look down, the ground’s shooting up at me

No poetry or prayers come to mind to comfort me
In my job “Kill Or Be Killed” was the philosophy
Is there reincarnation, a hereafter after here where we’re ghosts?
Get yourself a Ouija board and I’ll be the first to let you know
Is this the way death is supposed to be?
The sun is shrinking, the ground is shooting up at me

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from SULTAN, released October 8, 2023
Written, performed & produced by Doug Murphy & Paul Hamilton.

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