Rejoice

Growing up in the 80’s Texas it was impossible to escape Rumi or Kahlil Gibran. Whirling Dervishes were on TV all the time, and we’d twirl at recess. Unbeknownst at the time, a cold stagnant evil was germinating. Within my lifetime we plummeted from a unified joyful people to a stratified hateful mass. So here’s my little tribute to freedom and solidarity. If we’re ever to return, we’ll have to remember what joy and liberty felt like, we’ll have to join together to fight off the hate. Join us in love.


TITLE: Rejoice
DESCR: In a world where cynicism, hatred, and division threaten to eclipse empathy, Rejoice stands as a manifesto of defiant hope—a call to build a fairer, more enlightened society. At its core, Rejoice asserts that true freedom is found in unity, where joy and compassion replace rage, and fear gives way to a shared purpose. As democracy falters under the weight of calculated division, Rejoice serves as a rallying cry against the forces that seek to keep us apart. It reminds us that our power lies in solidarity—that only by coming together, guided by love and understanding, can we break the chains of inequality and step into our full human potential. This is more than music. This is resistance, celebration, and a vision of the world yet to come. If this message speaks to you, share it, amplify it, and stand with us. Let’s move as one, an unstoppable wave of compassion and resolve—proclaiming that only through love can we truly transform society.
PROJECT: Dronescapes
RELEASE: 136
GENRE: Ambient, Dronescape
YEAR: 2024
PUB: Quasigentsia
TAGS: conceptual, percussive, ambient, music, humanist, spiritual, manifesto, love, solidarity, resistance
URL: Persistent
MIRRORS: BandCamp| YouTube

Rejoice, by Franklyn Monk

  1. Be Jubilant
  2. And Dance
  3. For I Have Come
  4. Amongst You
  5. With Joy

Communion

Main Content

“Stop! You must curtail your bizarre behavior,”
says the man with the stick,
“You really must,” he says
adjusting his hat.

But, he’s not talking to me,
he’s talking to the creature we become—
in the stretch back to the first realm.

“Adjust behavior and commiserate elsewhere,”
says the fat man
“You really must,” he says
poking the creature’s chest.

The creature, call us Communion,
howls indignant and turns back to the wall—
string dangling from slippery hands.

“Non-compliance is unacceptable,”
shouts the rigid man,
“Unacceptable and you must stop,” he shouts
and we pay em no mind we pay em no mind.

We are disconnected from that world,
there is only blood here and glue and string—
this creation nothing else.

Endnotes

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