While men create
And analyse away the details
Hidden in the frame
The full picture
It disintegrates
No way round, there's no way to turn away
No way to have the whole without the parts
There's no secret no, there's no secret
There's no way to find a rose without the thorns
It's not a fraction, but a new reaction
It's a change of soil, it's a new tomorrow
It's not a question, but a new direction
It's a rising shallow, it's a filled-in hollow
Inside - all the treasures lined up
Waiting for the one
With the vision and power
This frame will have had its day
And disintegrate, it disintegrates
Boston post-punk outfit Junk Ranchers broke up in 1986 before this, their debut album, was released; darkly melodic, it's a long-lost gem. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 22, 2020