9 4 20 In Synthesis With Infinite Is

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“Clench your fist, make a list, freedom fails when the other exists.

Put upon by ignorance, hate and fear, we rise to this, lifting fists, changing minds, raising consciousness.

Guilty, spilling bloody stains across a nation, playing wars of pain. Old ideas that are poisonous, turn to dust, our sons and daughters, they are killing us.

No justice, no peace, no more murdering please, no more torch filled rallies, no more privileged elite. When it comes to rights, we will give no quarter, but we fight with love, not with torture.

Each one of us deserves the dignity of understanding, the patience of respect and the restraint of concern. There are other ways to keep the peace, other ways to police.

Instead of jails, we build schools and libraries, counseling and health care, free. Instead of punishment, we love, we feed and house the needy, we look out for those who have the least.We must try harder, we must not forget, to love each other and give something back. We hear you and we raise you up!”


On this the week of 9-4-20 on In Synthesis with Infinite Is the show begins with a message of solidarity sent out to BLM and all of our fellow humans who suffer the senseless hate and ignorance of bigotry and racism. Then a short break brings a vocal number where Evan sings on a working track that Jeff sent him from NYC called “Taken In Taken Out.” A few area announcements give way to an ambient, otherworldly, 40 minute closing improvisational synthesizer set.


“Clench your fist, make a list, freedom fails when the other exists.
Put upon by ignorance, hate and fear, we rise to this, lifting fists, changing minds, raising consciousness.
Guilty, spilling bloody stains across a nation, playing war, execution. Old ideas that are poisonous, turn to dust, our sons and daughters, they are killing us.
No justice, no peace, no more murdering please, no more torch filled rallies, no more privileged elite. When it comes to rights, we will give no quarter, but we fight with love, not with torture.
Each one of us deserves the dignity of understanding, the patience of respect and the restraint of concern. There are other ways to keep the peace, other ways to police.
Instead of jails, we build schools and libraries, counseling and health care, free. Instead of punishment, we love, we feed and house the needy, we look out for those who have the least.
We must try harder, we must not forget, to love each other and give something back. We hear you and we raise you up…”
taken in taken out
taken in taken out
taken in
I tripped over the light fantastic
stumbled and stubbed my tow
It’s time we started lifting the ceiling
reaching up to the sky we grow, ohhh
taken in taken out…
taken in taken out
taken in X2
“you’ve gotta dance like there is nobody watching
love like you’ll never be hurt
sing like everybody is listening,
and live like it’s our last day on earth”
taken in taken out…
taken in taken out
taken in
reaching in reaching out
reaching in reaching out
reaching in
in a flash it comes over your body
with a shift that starts a shiver and glow
raise the roof and throw your hands up baby
time for dancing like there’s no tomorrow
don’t you know
don’t you know
don’t you know
don’t you know
don’t you know
taken in taken out…
taken in taken out
taken in
dancing around the meaning
a beating round the bush
I’ve too left feats
figuratively speaking
did I fall, or have I been pushed?
taken in taken out…
taken in taken out
taken in taken out
taken in taken out…
taken in…

Here is the closing live set

““Let it happen Captain.” “Aye aye sir.” The bridge begins to rumble and heave once the grapple releases as the reactors magnetic coils humming, struggle to contain the fusion plasma and all that energy shudders harmonically through the bracing decceleration, 7 G’s. Falling from the sky, engine blazing, they flare to land and impact the ice with a crack plunging into the frigid sea. The water is alive with ships all shapes and sizes, hauling waste and reactor feed, selling needful things, voices plead. Echoing across the cavern walls, rippling through the hull, sonars singing, signaling intended paths that tangle like a kettle full of snakes. The dingy water is turbid and opaque. You must listen your way about, sometimes shout, sometimes talk your way out. It’s all for sale and all for trade. The captain calmly says “We have arrived” and parks the ship on a siding so close that Sensha could just see through a starboard port the outline of military hull numbers that had been recently painted over. The couplers attach with a dull thud over the missile bay, she has done it, she has found the ship, victory is hers! All she has to do now is detonate the bays detachment bolts, engage the chicken switches and the Emergency Main Ballast Tank will blow, leaving nothing behind but Sherwood Forrest…”

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