WITHOUT (ORIGINAL WINTER VERSION)

I found this on master tapes that had been baking on the sun. In listening to it now, I can hear that the song was completely realized here, more so than the album version. Proof once again that primitive forms often eclipse their evolved descendants.

UNHINGED

Imaad Wasif 31st Century Man
First Single
No Resistance



Unhinged

I can feel the mooring coming apart
The little ways in which those who grieve lose their vibrant hearts
A Cygnet adrift above a shiver of sharks
In every drop of blood I hear the frenzied playing of harps

I am becoming what I am becoming
The feeling of pushing away

You see I lost a child along the way
It taught me how to smile wildly as I took the pain
And in time I learned to milk the tragedy
In my ears the sound of moths constantly fluttering

I am becoming what I am becoming
The feeling of pushing away
As I'm coming unhinged
Unhinged
Unhinged
Unhinged
Unhinged