Trumpets Without Keys

By Indi Riverflow | November 13, 2011

This piece was inspired by a Tucson area wanderer who Amana met at her day job in a smoke shop. It was believed that he was a veteran of both the military and MK-ULTRA. You can probably guess which brand of cheap reconstituted tobacco he preferred to spend his meager pennies on.

I met life without any sort of plan
No notions about the world I’d see
My Uncle was happy to take me under command
Frighten me each day from slumber
Playing a trumpet without keys

You can keep your mattress
I’ll be fine on the floor
Meet my eye and my heart is yours
I just can’t sleep in a bed anymore

{Chorus}
What you did for freedom
Was forced upon my soul
While you swayed to jazz
And danced to rock and roll

Checked my blood type to be sure I’d bleed
It was there I lost my taste for sleep
The air was hot the muck was deep
Handful of magazines but nothing to read

Went just like I was taught
Didn’t ask any questions about
The places we bombed or the people I fought

They brought us to the camps
Which they had used once before
To imprison the children
Of our enemy in war

Dispatched on a one-way mission
Sent to stare into the sun
We are the walking secret
We are the invisible ones

{Chorus}

They took me to a clean white cell
Strapped me to a gurney
Dropped electricity in my eye
Bid me luck on my journey

Tunnel of steam and laser gossamers
Shoved headfirst down the rabbit hole
Mad Hatters in lab coats demanding answers
In a high-pitched idiom that shattered the soul

Didn’t understand one word, yet still they inquired
Which dimension I hailed from
What was I doing there
And by whom was I hired

{Chorus V2}
While you marched for freedom
I marched to keep the line whole
Keeping anxious time to the drums
Startled by the bugler’s call

Heaven itself is Hell if you can’t escape
It’s the difference between love and rape

Jettisoned to the void where no one should go
Ink blot nightmare steamrolled my mind
Questioning me about what I don’t know
Flooded with such vision it burned me blind

Kicked me out with a bag and a check
Tossed to the streets using luck to see
Now I’m living one smoke to the next
Waiting for one last bugle blast to wake me

{Chorus}

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