Bluff
- D. Michael

We're all getting old
That's just the truth here
Our hardening souls
That's no excuse dear

I called your bluff, you know it
Don't say you don't
For if you killed some poet
How would you know
How would you know

We're all getting sold
Pawned under quarantine
Can truth be told
Can't fathom the mess to clean

I called your bluff, you know it
Don't say you don't
Cause if you killed a poet
How would you know
How would you know
How would you know
How would you know
How would you know
How would you know

A weak detachment
Of connections here
And going ongoing on
The lonely old streetcar

On a midnite route
Driver telling jokes
To imaginary passengers
Laughter, applause

How would you know
How would you know
How would you know
How would you know
How would you know

(c) 2012 From All Sides Music.

Bluff marks the first recording with new drummer Jeremy Wilson and signifies a recharging of the band.

Lyrically Bluff is an angry little tune about the lack of caring towards the artist or dilettante within everyday circles of people that have never given thought to the human experience that poets reveal and live therein. Bluff is not autobiographical, it is outward eyes. It is saying, to some degree, that we are all full of shit in our pride and moral high ground that the artist speaks of. But this song is not perfect. The esthetic is there, but it is not an absolute or awesome sentiment. In fact, it is re-sentiment.