SLAVES TO THE ILLUSION (2017)

by Bob Westfall Moonlight Poet

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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.

credits

released October 21, 2017

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

Moonlight Poet Music Company
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Track Name: An Honest Philosophical Question
- 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
Track Name: Who Are You? Who Am I?
- 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
Track Name: I Am A Timebomb
- 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
Track Name: Hit The Road Again
- 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
Track Name: Comes To Leave
- 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
Track Name: Fear of This (Fear of That)
- 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
Track Name: Brainwashed (Blow Up Your TV)
- 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
Track Name: Slaves To The Illusion
- 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
Track Name: Searching For The Holy Man
- 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
Track Name: Tomorrow Never Knows
- 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
Track Name: See You In Heaven (For Evelyn)
- 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
Track Name: The End
- 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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