I'm kind of regretting making this an ode to garlic and onions.

In a lost scrap of rude time In the stones pressing long Where a brave thing Found the fate’s string End assertively shown For a lost cause she’d find Seeking out naught but truth Grumbled wasting For the May’s sting Seems it brought…

This is Sean S's baby, and Tom G and Sean H love it. Check it out.

Through the air There’s the ground No control Now just a minute Who here begin it Now just a minute Who here begin it Speak your piece Fool us all Show the priest To the wall Now just a minute Who here begin it Now just a minute…

Some stylistic things borrowed from AJFA, hat tip to the golden progression (Unforgiven, Fade to Black) with reference to James' fondness of harmony guitar. Lots of Guitars by Sean S.; Vox/drum machine/bass by Tom; Solo Guitar by Sean H)

Take him on The scrabbling spree Words like grotto Ended month Ending nowhere Catch him up We found the key Last year’s motto Brazen son Ending nowhere Enter the scene You’re spoiling for a red nose battered One two three Say it…

Sean S got the vast majority of this done; Tom G contributed acoustic bass

smooth cool we are detectives we are detecting i try to find - try to empathize - try to enter the mind of the prey but if i dive too deep i might be lost in the murderer's way Murderer VIcious Criminal Desperate panic drives the scheming…

In the coming days the solar flare illuminates The grid - they can’t distribute food so fast As the polar caps all melt the water levels rise The mass migration spawns a fascist night You’ll survive You got your gear at home But I can…

There’s only so much time to churn So make the most and take your turn I want to be extraordinary And I’ve got one shot This life I’ve got Some died funny Most did not Some went running from me Hard to spot When you watch it Leave…