No bridge can span the ocean of time
No numbers can measure such distance

I don’t trust memory
Anymore
Perception is distorted through
The prism of experience
Through the blood we left behind
Through the sawdust and the seawater
Through the storms that never end
Through the steady, lonely heartbeat of
The dog who’s had his day

And the cat who’s satisfied his
Curiosity
And his salty appetite
Now his tongue is old and worn out
He doesn’t instill the same terror
Or burn his bridges with the same
Ferocity
But he hears things I can’t
Maybe even your song
He knows one sweet thing
I can never know:
What it’s like to not
Be me
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New album "Observations" available now.
A veteran of NYC’s underground music scene, Mike Power played on the stages of such beloved lost venues as CBGB’s and Kenny’s Castaways, as well as stalwart surviving ones like Arlene’s Grocery and the Bitter End as singer/songwriter/bassist with Late Model Humans. In 2020, quarantining from the global pandemic he worked remotely with other artists to record a collection of new music called Observations, that infuses his punk roots with introspective acoustic pieces.
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