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SLAVES TO THE ILLUSION (2017)

by Bob Westfall Moonlight Poet

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- An Honest Philosophical Question- Sometimes I can't help but wonder Is this world anything but a prison? I'm getting everything but younger And I wonder, am I really living? I feel chained to the progress of man Enslaved by the illusion of money Western civilization is a joke No longer funny. Round and round I spin inside A system designed to fail The politics of a one track mind Has left the body frail. Can't trust what I hear Can't believe what I see I've been programmed to fear The freedom inside of me. Praying for the savior to come The human race is on its knees Trapped under the thumb Of big oil companies. Looking out at the moon and stars Where everything is equal We put robots on Mars And refuse to feed our people. Seven billion and rising The last thing this world needs Oh, it's not surprising Is another mouth to feed. Sometimes I can't help but wonder Is this world anything but a prison? I'm getting everything but younger And I wonder, am I really living? Darwin, God, or indifference? Ponder the thought instilling The reality of our insignificance Is thrilling. Copyright Bob Westfall 2017
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- Who Are You? Who Am I? - Who are you? Who am I? We'll know soon as we die. All we are is distracted We don't want to think our own thoughts We gambled on a ticking time bomb All we left ourselves were tombstones in our eyes. Who are you? Who am I? We'll know soon as we die. Meaningful interactions are becoming hard to find But I just fell in love with the kindness of a stranger Tonight we took the time to smell the autumn air We surrendered to the universal mind. Who are you? Who am I? We'll know soon as we die. Copyright Bob Westfall 2017
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- I Am A Timebomb - I am temporary as a firework On All Hallows' Eve There will come a day when I no longer will be here There will come a day when I no longer will be here. I am temporary as a maple leaf That falls in late October There will come a day when I no longer will be here There will come a day when I no longer will be here. I am a timebomb I am a timebomb I am a timebomb I am a timebomb There will come a day when I no longer will be here There will come a day when I no longer will be here. Copyright Bob Westfall 2017
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- Hit The Road Again - Pull the brain out of my head Shake off the dust Give me a woman with scars on her wrists Someone to trust Scrape the sorrow from my eyes Got to escape from the house of sighs, and then Hit the road again. Bury the thoughts screaming in your skull Or they'll lock you away Vaporized for a nervous tic Before the light of day Billionaires police the mind For anything more than a childish rhyme of pretend Hit the road again. Visions of the grave terrorize the dreams Of a desolate few I gave birth to a grenade in a spiritless world And then it blew Pieces of memories scattered around Leaping from the coffin, six feet underground, blood-stained I hit the road again. Hands of the clock, marching along Strangely rehearsed Puppet master's lies sending time Spinning in reverse Climb the wall to freedom, should it still exist Drop from your bloody, patriotic fist, the chains Hit the road again Hit the road again Hit the road again. Copyright Bob Westfall 2017
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- Comes To Leave - I have wandered the daytime, I've longed for the night Being haunted this way, I am wrong or I'm right You have money, you know Jesus You seem funny to non-believers When the earthquake hits the city And all the dreams come down We'll stand together in self pity Wondering what we'll do now For tomorrow may not come This could be the last time we see the sun I should go home and hug my mom Tell my dad I'm proud to be his son. When that smile melts off your face And scorched earth takes its place When the ground becomes the sky And you don't realize you've died Where will you go when the time comes to leave? When you've revealed every trick up your sleeve? When you're desperate for a new belief? Where will you go when the time comes to leave? Where will you go when the time comes to leave? Copyright Bob Westfall 2017
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- Fear Of This (Fear Of That) - Fear of this, fear of that Fear is power Control me. I try to run, I try to hide But it will not Let go of me. I need you to fill the void in my life... Copyright Bob Westfall 2017
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- Brainwashed (Blow Up Your TV) - I'm getting brainwashed, brainwashed Sitting here watching TV Brainwashed, brainwashed They're trying to push their stuff on me Brainwashed, brainwashed Sitting here watching TV Brainwashed, brainwashed All they want is money. They're feeding me lies, wasting my time Turning my brain to dust Blinding my eyes, hypnotized My bones have begun to rust. I'm getting brainwashed, brainwashed Sitting here watching TV Brainwashed, brainwashed They're trying to push their stuff on me Brainwashed, brainwashed Sitting here watching TV Brainwashed, brainwashed All they want is money. Mindless little screen stealing my dreams My feelings are being numbed It's not just me, but more so we Being systematically dumbed. Wake up, wake up, before it's too late They're stealing your soul and claiming your fate Wake up, wake up, before it's too late... I'm getting brainwashed, brainwashed Sitting here watching TV Brainwashed, brainwashed They're trying to push their stuff on me Brainwashed, brainwashed Sitting here watching TV Brainwashed, brainwashed All they want is money All they want is money. All they want is money. Copyright Bob Westfall 2017
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- Slaves To The Illusion - Hopelessness consuming the collective unconscious Sheep of the earth sense the wind blowing in the wrong direction The future looks bleak through the eyes of the sheep A universe raped of purity Like a bad dream they can't leave The sheep are numb and swallow technological tears. Flags of the earth wave ashamed in a toxic stew Atom bombs, hurricanes, empty bank accounts Fires, floods, deadly disease Population control too late Plastic seagulls won't feed Electric sheep addicted to the dollar. Slaves to the illusion... Slaves to the illusion... Copyright Bob Westfall 2017
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- Searching For The Holy Man - Journey began like a fire in the wind Seeking austerity and cleansing of sin Escape from possessions and the weight of the knife Freedom from the confines of everyday life. Lived in a place that's afraid of change Year after year it just stays the same A caged reality, a loser's roulette Some nights victorious and some a slow death. So I took off to the holy land Searching for the holy man. I tried to kill the internal dialogue Live like a stranger in the eye of God A demon in the sky cried "Extinguish yourself!" I stumbled through the darkness and became someone else. The cosmic mother Kalima Drank my blood in a mandala I awoke in the cremation grounds Wearing the ashes of the dead Shadows cloaked the pariah With devils dancing in his head Tiny skulls thrown over cemetery walls In a moment of lucidity, Kali came to call... Take your begging bowl of dried human skull Nourish the monk who has died and done it well. So I took off to the holy land Searching for the holy man. Copyright Bob Westfall 2017
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- Tomorrow Never Knows - Everybody knows the end will come But they don't like to talk about it Everybody thinks happy thoughts But how long can they fool themselves? Tomorrow never knows what tomorrow holds Live life day to day, watch time fade away Looks like it's safe to say, we are not here to stay. Well, you know it's sad but true We lead temporary lives But ah, what the hell. What can we do? We were born to grow and grown to die. Tomorrow never knows what tomorrow holds Live life day to day, watch time fade away Looks like it's safe to say, we are not here to stay. I'm pretty sure it's safe to say We are not here to stay. Copyright Bob Westfall 2017
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- See You In Heaven - Everybody gets a time to shine Lord knows I've had mine Now is the hour I must go This I know See you in heaven, heaven See you in heaven, some sweet day. When I see the pearly gates I will know my soul is safe No more through this wicked world I'll roam I'm going home See you in heaven, heaven See you in heaven, some sweet day. Copyright Bob Westfall 2017
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The End 04:24
- The End - We will spin the world in our fingers We will laugh in the face of the future And dance madly Above the darkness. When the end comes as it surely will You will be ready to go Leave your money behind You won't need it anymore. When all that once held meaning No longer holds your soul from flying You will leave all you've known With a satisfied mind. When the lessons you never learned Come into play and demand perfection You will testify to your ignorance On the subject of reality. When your country crumbles And the lines are erased When race is laid to rest and colours fade You will finally admit we are, in the end, one world We are, in the end, one world. Copyright Bob Westfall 2017

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SLAVES TO THE ILLUSION – an explanation
The recording of the album’s basic tracks began in a tiny apartment in Yecheon - a countryside town in the middle of South Korea, during the summer and fall of 2015. However, the bulk of the recording and mixing was done in a cabin overlooking Green Lake, near the town of 70 Mile House, in Canada, between April 2016 and September 2017, when I wasn’t on a cross Canada tour or trapped in the outskirts of Vancouver, bogged down by rain. Recording and mixing the album involved months of solitude and social isolation, as I worked daily to complete the album before moving to Thailand.
Slaves To The Illusion is the great work of art that will be appreciated by few; an album too serious for the average listener. It is a reflection of the energy of paranoia screaming through our universe at this strange period in time. It regards things like mass media; the slaves and sheep we become. Illusions. The illusion of freedom, of democracy, of time, of laws, of rules, of intelligence, of privacy, of currency, of success, of truth, of life and death, of longevity, and of other things. The illusion of things that appear to be real. It regards humans drifting farther from the Soul and the natural goodness of the Spirit. Addiction to the dollar. Materialism. It regards the accelerating pollution of oceans, land, air, and minds. It mirrors the idea that one can die in a crowd and be left alone, while selfie-shooting narcissists trip over the corpse without looking at what caused the stumble. It regards creatures devoid of soul in an increasingly spiritless world. It regards greed and hypocrisy, and the monumental influence they have on our existence.
Smartphone/technology addiction. Brainwashing in so many forms. People being told what to like without realizing it. The loss of humanity’s ability to think for itself. Stuff and things like that.
On second thought, it’s a happy album; an album to be played at the birthday parties of children wearing plastic hats and releasing helium-filled balloons into the sky.
It is an album that must be listened to at high volume while sipping whiskey. I recommend Wild Turkey Bourbon. I do hope you will enjoy this fine work of art.
- the rambler, the gambler, the Moonlight Poet - Bob Westfall.
October 21, 2017. Koh Samui, Thailand.

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released October 21, 2017

All songs written, performed, recorded & mixed by Bob Westfall.
Live drumming was played by Sean Keough.

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