Birdshit Buddhas

Damascus

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Birdshit Buddhas
Words: John R. Campbell; Music: Birdshit Buddhas

Story

Birdshit Buddhas:

Rob Birdwell, trumpet

Chris Rorrer, cello

John R. Campbell, words, guitar synth

Doug Meyers, guitar

Kevin Van Walk, percussion

 

Recorded live at Hovering Horse, Corvallis, Oregon, January 2014

 

Lyrics

Damascus

 

Under these exact circumstances—mist, 

and light penetrating lowering clouds—

the wet asphalt of a battered highway 

turns to silver before me. And then white,

as if opposites were only degrees of light, 

atmospheric merely. At any moment,

the world I've constructed might vanish, 

and a blinding road, to Damascus, or

to precisely nowhere, might suggest 

my journey. I proceed thus blindly. I go

with no expectation. The slow, groping, 

empty-eyed pilgrim grasps nothing

but the moment at hand.