Silent Trio has been rocking in some form or another since early 2007, when a craigslist ad was created and replied to.
We're looking for more musicians to round out our trio.
Adapted from a poem I wrote 5 years ago. It's about the failure that is trying to ease someone's suffering by imposing your worldview on them.
Lyrics
I am a supernova
said the aviator
as he stepped onto
an icy island
the old man cackled
turned his bony back and sat
bare upon the ice
in the cold antarctic sun
in the cold antarctic sun
the old man said
if you could use your tears to raise the dead
i'd have never lost my wife, but
what's done is done
and still the wilted withered dried embittered
frantic dancing masses
sing their praise to he who saves them
from the cold antarctic sun
from the cold antarctic sun
my vessel wrestled
a bank of clouds
speeding the still warm and breathing
to the safety of my house
but they seemed as something septic
in the angles of my empty attic
scales have been upset
by lesser things than what i've done
blackened broken bruised and battered
spirit left inside
return to do my penance i
to the cold antarctic sun
