new haven, CT
I am Bursk. I am a solo unit with a sedentary lifestyle and the organic equivalent of a Rube Goldberg machine- an amusing novelty with no real purpose.
I am lazy, not a particularly good musician, and lack any strong emotional component. However, my lack of a life has permitted me to engage in my inconsequential musical natterings.
I wrote and recorded the songs myself with the exception of some lyrics from my old friend Don. Songs were recorded on a twenty year old Tascam cassette 4-track or a Roland 8 trk, however, that should come as no surprise to most listeners.
Songs on Ourstage (13 so far)
2. Feast of Friend
4. Knowledge is the Powe
6. Symptom of Self Importanc
7. Son of a Navy Ma
8. Plastic Rid
9. Turkish Nav
10. Captain's in Lin
11. Bacon Tastes Goo
Lyrics for Knowledge is the Power:
I’m rolling around in the cinders. I’m rolling round across the ground again.
I’m holding what’s left of my reason. I’m holding out- tomorrow’s not today.
It’s cold in the back of the wagon. I’m folded up. The seat has passed away.
I’m thumbing for coin in the creases. A bottle cap, a crooked straw’s all mine.
I’ve stolen the keys to the cement truck. The muffler pipe is solid fire.
But you can’t can’t spoon a big blue ball- cant ya find your fingers- gone away for a while.
Knowledge is the power with wings and soar. Fly around for a while
They tell me so to consider the day that this occupation paid an honest wage.
Never mind the fact that it seems unreal even in the age before the wheel.
Back alleys relegated near the end- In the begining its a social trend.
Stand in the forum the patricians preen- meanwhile Quintus gets his footwear clean.
Sixteenth century one once known-Spitshined shoes for the jews at home.
Inquisition! He repents. Response of the reformation went.
Decades past the guild declined. took to the drinking of the cheap white wine.
Victorian thoughts of Darwin and Huxley- Eugenics spells the end of the spitshine creed.
Now we've seen so what its like. Beat the boots on human kind.
Separate the fact from the things we see. Thoughts we dislike poverty.
Liberal Arts (I feel your pain). Sick for home you take the train.
Then you see so what I see. See yourself more honestly.
Now we have the mink oil stuff- supple leather- baby's butt.
persecution, science too means to the end of what we knew.
In the future or even now social trauma we compound cause we look from on high. Think you're better you deny.