Our rambunctious percussionist, Renaissance Latin translator-extraordinaire, M. Randall Rumeo is on the injured-reserved mending an old/new war wound but he’ll be back soon. However feel free to send him your well-wishes here.

In case anyone is interested in the Toronto-area, our CD’s are now available at Soundscapes located on 572 College St. and She Said Boom on 393 Roncesvalles Ave. ($9.99)

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To keep the juices a flowin’ we’ll be posting another song from the Future_Future collection. Lifeblood. A somewhat religious anomaly about the 12^th century politikal stronghold by one Peter Abelard and his quest to be with his true love, his on-again-off-again love affair/relationship with the lovely Heloise. Their love for one another remained one and true through numerous perils and tribulations – a lesson for us all: past, present and Future. Here’s an expert taken from one their love letters which we later used as the romantic discourse known as Lifeblood. We credit Bayan’s profound antique love letter collection for the providing the insight and liberation into creating this.

Lifeblood (aka time and space were paralyzed)

How I long to feel something pure, and something greater than the mundane days of this life

Faith is something that we cannot choose, rather it chooses us, encompasses and silences life

How we long to numb all their pain, and tear away from the apathetic days of our lives

Ironically, we refuse and shun any cure, wear a veil and slowly we except all the lies

How can we close our eyes and pretend that we don't live in a crumbling degenerate state?

When all around us are a signs of a falling world, and God is used as a scapegoat to cover our pain

Do you justify every night?

Does it bring you comfort, bring you solace?

Do you pray through their blood?

Do you think it will save you now?

Through their bloodshed -- screaming out your name

But you don't hear them do you?

Baby you still have their lifeblood, coursing through your veins

You'll never hear them, will you love?

quiet angels,

(give me a) K-I-D-M!, Kid M, Kid M, Kid M!