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Here's the Society Fringe Podcast denouement for 2021. This line won't leave my head. "The open road might call your name / The sky might burn a crimson hue of lust."

Everything I wrote before this led up to it and everything since is coming to terms with it. I'll include the lyrics this time. The vocals are odd in spots because I was choking back tears. I never thought this would get done.

Your world ain't my world But my sun is your sun And I guess that it always was Cry, forgotten ones

Love and hate Congregate Celebrate Love and Hate

Dawn don't feel so good 'Cause nothing's understood And she's been wasting time And she's been forced to find a new time

Barely holding on Tracking footsteps in the rain Of a darkness spawned Never going home again She's insane She's insane She's insane She's insane

Midnight's broken The highway's spoken "I don't have a soul" Thought Remote Control Heaven's cruelest joke Crossroads sign is broke

Dawn breathes reprieves Remote just leaves Dawn burns best at night When she feels it's right From her flows a glory Hellkind's meanest story

Dawn wakes up beneath Remote Control Knows that she's there just to play her role Naked oozing love she becomes light Leaves her drooling walks out through the night To the show To the show To the show To the show

Remote Control never will wake up Dawn's spent ashes combust and erupt Become one with everything and sing Desperate for the hope tomorrow brings

To the show To the show To the show To the show

She's reading Dharma Bums Preaching with a gun Haiku in the sun oh my sweet Jesus Flower petal burns Crash a sharp right turn Nothing's what you earn when you're in pieces

Maybe she met you Made you join her crew Poetry for you that's nothing special Crack the whip and dash Where the sorrows clash Happiness is what she did embezzle

Naked on the TV screen Dawn hit the mainstream I saw her on the magazine Freak in the mainstream

Everybody's angst Is all but a prank Payed by you on you in times of vigor Dogma by the ton Everyone got one Shouting it about al full of rigor So be a Dharma Bum Suck your goddamn thumb Curl into a ball that's like a fetus Where's her zen cash crew? They don't know what to do Baby, we just need someone to lead us

Give me fish I'm on my knees Freaks in the mainstream I saw her on the magazine What does it all mean?

And when the lights go down We're lying naked on the ground And when the lights come up We mean to interrupt And when the light does bend Then we're you're only friends And when the light does fade We sing our serenade

In my fantasy dance billions Chilling in a skinless ville Come forth and feel the beating of the drums When orgasmic screams of passion Happen and the waves crash at A distant forest fire that's just the sun Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup

In an ancient land a man stood motionless He called forth all the powers of the devil To his hand In a modern time cry people Looking for a savior Find the strength to live You got it Form a band Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup

War torn like a tenement It's all a big experiment There ain't no wrong or right when you hate god Evil seeps like rotting corpses Lectured on in college courses Piling up as if it were not odd Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup

Underneath the circus tent There sits a man his back is bent And in his hand his only son he holds a knife He says "hey, son, go on and do the job it's just begun and slice the trapeze rope it's all, yeah, just a life" Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup

Inside a cab a slab of meat Drives aimless through the city streets He works for nothing Gunfight all the time Then one fine day he snaps and wraps His hand around a nine and zaps A gas and go quadruple murder crime Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup

Walls of water feed corruption Deconstructed interruptions Naked timeless tunnels of the soul Bang and pop and cry the sky Shines on newborn forgotten son To teenage momma born from rock and roll Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup

Your world ain't my world But my sun is your sun And I guess that it always was Cry Forgotten ones

Welcome to the vacuum Welcome to the vacuum

A song for all the hearts that are departed A song for all the hearts that are departed A song for all the hearts that are departed A song for all the hearts that are departed

Welcome to the vacuum Welcome to the vacuum Welcome to the vacuum Welcome to the vacuum

Walking through Ancient Rome Everything's the same So I turn my back To the riverbed And children and their games

Hello, friends I'm here to please To break the wickid ways Life's a myth a And so is this And so is judgement day I seen too soon Another swoon Running from a gun I felt the world Shrivel up Hell I'm only having fun Interviewing Dawn on judgement day Interviewing Dawn on judgement day

Subadai Took Europe's sons And put them in the grave Built a world On top of them Vanished in the haze The Khan he sighed 'Cause he was bored And turned his mind to east Crushed their souls Drank from bowls Took pleasure in the feast Interviewing Dawn on judgement day Interviewing Dawn on judgement day

"What you done?" Said Caesar's son And plunged the knife in deep The Gallic ones Were slaughtered by The Roman Nobilise Nobody lived To tell the tale History turned her back IRL For you and me It started in Iraq Interviewing Dawn come judgement day Interviewing Dawn come judgement day

A song for al the hearts that are departed A prayer for those who never got it started A valentine for all the broken hearted A joke for all the bitterness departed A blindman's leap into a void suggestion A glimpse of hope for all thoise in depression No answer to the everlasting question Bask, become a target, no regression Welcome to the vacuum Welcome to the vacuum Welcome to the vacuum Welcome to the vacuum

If the world were perfect the dodo would live Brotherhood and sisterhood woud be the words to give Laughter would float endlessly up through a tearless sky Giant trees would shade a peace that never says "goodbye" In a world levitation Don't stand in line to find regeneration in all human kind You need no explanation Feel free to see reality And be for what you want to be Although I know the show won't start Take aim and touch my bleeding heart

If the world were perfect I wouldn't lose my keys War would be a rhyme for door and there would be no need for peace A skinless man and woman would be all that we would need Money would be funny and we'd all say "what is greed?" But all the time my optimism fades And I get too hung up to struggle for the shade The world seems so unkind Build the nerve to climb out of this hole

If the world were perfect I wouldn't sing this song If the world were perfect we'd be one big dancing throng In a world levitation Don't stand in line to find regeneration in all human kind You need no explanation Feel free to see reality And be for what you want to be Although I know the show won't start Take aim and touch my bleeding heart

Packed in the slave ship side by side The slave ship captain enjoy the ride They bought and sold him flesh on leash From his home on the African beach And they trade his heart for gold What the white man sold

The war was fought bondage gone 1860s protest song General Lee to MLK Elvis Presley in the USA And the time she rumbles on Hatred not long gone And she knows what she knows

At he dawn of our millennium Bottled water and titanium

Packed in the ghetto side by side His father owned his father they're side by side Neither one can make the rent Hatred raging action spent Cry forgotten ones

I can walk away disgusted It ain't us against them It's us against us It's friend against friend So you know everything So you have got it done So your world will live on Cry forgotten son

Your world is so mapped out From what your father planned Smile at the face of sickness It bites the other hand 'Cause your world ain't my world But my sun is your sun And I guess that it always was Cry forgotten ones

Your world ain't my world Killing for your god Written in the scriptures Your word is a lie People work and people play People sing and people dance People love and people hate People live and people die Your world ain't my world Your world ain't my world Your world ain't my world Your world ain't my world

This was written and released during prohibition. It sounds strange to say these days but in the old days you would get locked in a cage for having this plant in your pocket! We all know the intentions of the war on drugs by now. More like the war on blacks, hippies, and AIDS patients. Anyway, I like mainstream country every once in a while and I always imagined that Toby Keith might take a liking to this and sing it on one of his albums he released while the Afghanistan War was still popular.

To me this is the ultimate Circle 9 recording. From Joe's string quartet guitar solo via ebow, to the folk rock explosion after the last verse, to the George Harrison style back up vocals at the end, to the woeful tale of an out of control young-in searchin' for...he doesn't even know what! Something is empty. Something somewhere is off. I love this recording.

I really really really like this recording. Joe's using the vocoder. We rarely ever played this live. It barely registered when we worked it up for recording. It was a "meh" song. Of course, as me and Bri learned through out the course of THE BIG OPERA, you just can't predict which recordings are going to stick. This'n sure did.

This is gorgeous. I love the interplay between Joe's and my guitars. We had an electric and an acoustic version. We mashed them up. This is the prettiest shit with which I've ever been associated.

Look. It was absolutely insane and unexpected when the Raves won their first Super Bowl. I had been traumatized by the Colts leaving in 1984. My brother and I had season tickets. That we (WE!) came out of nowhere and rode off into the sunset as World Champs, in a way, it made me believe that anything was possible. Little stupid Baltimore, nothing since the O's won the World Series in 1983. We didn't even have an NFL team for over a decade! No hoops. No NHL. This was a transformative moment for me. It's odd to be so invested in something over which I have absolutely no control. But, f'real, that's the essence of being a fan.

Another song for and about my wife. It's pretty catchy I think. These songs have a carefree spirit that is unusual for one of my records.

Kass and I went to New Orleans together when we were dating. It was achingly romantic and magical. We stayed at The Frenchman right on the southeast tip of The French Quarter. We befriended a bartender at a place called The Abbey on Decatur Street who had recovered from a stroke brought on by alcoholism. We called him "Strokey." That feels like a very New Orleansy thing. I had proposed to her soon enough after this. The band passed on this song for EUTAW STREET too! Harrumph. So this is "micro" in the parlance of the album SOCIETY FRINGE PLAYER.

Frustrated with Circle 9 and in response to Steve Earle's COPPERHEAD ROAD I wrote SOCIETY FRINGE PLAYER. This is an answer song to "Johnny Come Lately." Yo dig I fuck up the geography pretty badly. I only have a rudimentary understanding of America's involvement in World War II. Mainly it's from Hollywood. It's very very unlikely that Freddie fought at Guadalcanal AND Normandy Beach. I'll worry about the narrative holes never. This shit's done been digitized! The main story, though, is about young men shipped off to war barely having ever even touched a woman. It's the Samwise Gamgee story set in the 1940s. I don't want the gender roles to be rigid, however. It's more about a soldier lucky enough to return home and find love. Musically, as well as Steve Earle, it's a Pogues rip off natch.