"Phoenix Song" – the song from "The Dean Machine"
There is a chapter in The Dean Machine where Perkins is injured, and the group is forced to spend prolonged time in the Moda ruins. It is during this time we first hear of Perkins’ favorite music group.
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Perkins huffed, frustrated with being a burden. The hours were the longest for him. Wendy could leave the room, Echo could leave the room, and even Dean could leave the room, but he was forced to just lie there. He told stories as the only way to keep his mind from plunging itself into madness. Wendy and Echo listened to him all through the day. They understood that he was suffering the most, physically and mentally, so they placated him and listened as he talked about his training at the Vermilion Military Academy, his childhood in the West Heights of the city, anything really; even stories about his affinity for the songs of the Randomkind, a four-member music group that no one else present had ever heard of.
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Later in that chapter, after Echo and Wendy have an argument, Perkins recites some lyrics from a song to help Echo put the argument into perspective.
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Wendy turned away from her argument with Echo, mere feet from where Perkins sat, and stormed off into the hut, angry tears streaking her face. Dean followed her, ready to console his friend. Echo watched as she disappeared into the building and threw her arms up in frustration. The woman turned to Perkins as he stared off into the sky. “Can you believe her?” she asked.
He turned and looked at her, and then sang some words of a song he knew: “Life is just a picture that can never be framed. You can try if you like, but you’ll end up insane. Nothing’s all right if you’ve never been wrong, I’m gonna take me away on the wings of a phoenix song.”
“Is that a song from that weird band you like?”
“It is a song from that weird band I like.”
“And are those words supposed to mean anything?”
“Hell, I don’t know,” Perkins admitted. “They might be drunken ramblings. They might be astute observations—I just like the tune.”
• • •
Now for the first time, you can hear that tune Perkins liked so much: “Phoenix Song” by The Randomkind. This audio file has been recovered from the remnants of the hive by IONH agents, and transmitted to me from the future. (Yes, I know I’m crazy… just go with it). Enjoy ;)
• • •
Perkins huffed, frustrated with being a burden. The hours were the longest for him. Wendy could leave the room, Echo could leave the room, and even Dean could leave the room, but he was forced to just lie there. He told stories as the only way to keep his mind from plunging itself into madness. Wendy and Echo listened to him all through the day. They understood that he was suffering the most, physically and mentally, so they placated him and listened as he talked about his training at the Vermilion Military Academy, his childhood in the West Heights of the city, anything really; even stories about his affinity for the songs of the Randomkind, a four-member music group that no one else present had ever heard of.
• • •
Later in that chapter, after Echo and Wendy have an argument, Perkins recites some lyrics from a song to help Echo put the argument into perspective.
• • •
Wendy turned away from her argument with Echo, mere feet from where Perkins sat, and stormed off into the hut, angry tears streaking her face. Dean followed her, ready to console his friend. Echo watched as she disappeared into the building and threw her arms up in frustration. The woman turned to Perkins as he stared off into the sky. “Can you believe her?” she asked.
He turned and looked at her, and then sang some words of a song he knew: “Life is just a picture that can never be framed. You can try if you like, but you’ll end up insane. Nothing’s all right if you’ve never been wrong, I’m gonna take me away on the wings of a phoenix song.”
“Is that a song from that weird band you like?”
“It is a song from that weird band I like.”
“And are those words supposed to mean anything?”
“Hell, I don’t know,” Perkins admitted. “They might be drunken ramblings. They might be astute observations—I just like the tune.”
• • •
Now for the first time, you can hear that tune Perkins liked so much: “Phoenix Song” by The Randomkind. This audio file has been recovered from the remnants of the hive by IONH agents, and transmitted to me from the future. (Yes, I know I’m crazy… just go with it). Enjoy ;)
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