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Bridge of Sighs

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about the march of time, kinda sorta

the image is of me (on the right) in a Parisian playground not looking entirely thrilled that someone else appeared on "my" bridge.

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Bridge of Sighs by puppeteer

(spoken words read from Chapter 79 of the book the Illusory Dimension of Talking Animals)
Witness, we are witnesses. Witness the stars, the sun, the planets, the waves. We matter, we are matter, we are matter that has found a way to think about itself, after four billion years, in a very small part of the multiverse. Humans have passed through eons of tribal belonging, fishing by rivers, hearing the chatter of elders. They have often been killed in their younger years, never to know the pleasures of sex or deeper thoughts. Bodies filled with anger, hatred, careless extinguishing of life and consciousness. Wars, rapes, martyrs, murderers, empire builders, slaves, peasants, workers. Democracy, literacy, philosophy, science, histories, psychology. Humans now have detailed accounts of prior eras, and can imagine a taste of prior lives before the great awareness of Enlightenment.
Metacognitive, what is life now for? Is it simply to make a living, even though we still must? Is it for wasting, for entertaining, for consuming? Metacognitive, what do people know? We know that human life revolves around consciousness. Are people living their lives revolving around consciousness? How does one live a life revolving around consciousness? What is the essence of consciousness? Consciousness of being conscious, what does this mean for my life? What does this mean for our culture, for our world?

(sung)
A moment, a sigh, the eye in the sky,
The sun jealously spies his subjects multiply
Raising spires with bare hands
That inspires in all bands to stand by one command:
Build with sands,
The sands of time.
Though they labor in teams,
Hear their chains, hear their screams,
You can chain man’s machines
But you can’t chain his dreams.
Nature made them free men
So they’ll turn so again,
A sigh, a moment goes by.

A moment, a sigh, see the duke’s equipage trot by
Eyes that toil on the earth for the royals and the church
God is good, God is hard,
You can’t pass through his Kingdom unscarred.
The world’s bright, the world’s dark
Like flame sparks,
The sparks of time.
Boys go die for their kings,
Too young to fly on their wings.
They once would run in the fields,
Have fun with unseen swords and shields,
But I wish they had found a wench,
Taken by a kiss not a trench,
A sigh, a moment goes by.

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released September 14, 2020
song written, sung, and played by puppeteer

song copyright with US Copyright Office, music performing and broadcasting rights managed by BMI, published digitally globally by CD Baby.

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puppeteer Chicago, Illinois

who is puppeteer? i grew up of American parents in Paris and London. i became a psychologist by career, remaining a music obsessive, writing songs when i could on bits of paper. raising a family prevented creative outlet of that nature. now, as a divorced skeleton, i spend time when i can writing and recording for this collection of songs, entitled Songs of Love and Earth. ... more

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