From the recording The Iciclist
Upon completion of his welcome song, the Icicilist is treated like a freak, a weirdo, and is yelled at, called an illegal and told to shut up and go home. Once the crowd leaves, he runs some tests trying to locate gold and he cannot find any. He tests the air and the ground and the water and determines the levels of toxicity are high. The livable atmosphere for humans will end in 6 1/2 years. Azülians are good samaritans, so after a radio call with his mother, he decides to save planet earth and its inhabitants. He is at the “Precipice.”
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Jamie Hill at The Department of
Energy Management Studios in Tacoma, WA.
All songs written and copyrighted by Benjamin Beckwith Shaw
All rights reserved
Lyrics
Something is wrong
This world is not the same.
The people once were strung
Now tearing at the frays.
They no longer get along
Lashing out in shame towards the children.
The soil is so tired
They've hidden all the gold
Gifts they deny
To those who need it most.
No longer satisfied
Lies fill their souls
With conviction
Gonna raise the ghost
Not the one they pray for
Not the one they stoned.
Raise a glass to frozen times
Feel it most before you die
There is no hate in hope or lullabies.
The truth is alive
Vines begin to grow
They'll share their pride
With those they'll never know
I'll help them recognize
The path is not the road
In the distance.
Gonna raise the ghost
Not the one they pray for
Not the one they stoned.
Raise a glass to frozen times
Feel it most before you die
There is no hate in hope or lullabies.