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WISDOM IS, WHAT? they
prayed to their gods, words lost to time contemplated the
soul, and wondered "why?" they dabbled in the mystic
in search of explanation for the ultimate answer to the ultimate
question... it's not hard for me to believe no one's ever known what's going on... they interpreted dreams and followed their visions stumbling
over their own expectations they studied the stars, sailed
the seven seas gave birth to the notion of another reality... it's easy to see the futility in thinking we know what's going on...
IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY the
countdown is on, how far will we fall? despite all the signs
we do nothing at all temperatures rise, rivers run dry man keeps poking nature right in the eye...
civilization, man's greatest invention, is right on the edge...
it's a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky... the crazies have won, what's to be done? we're
all of us fools letting it go on humans confuse the truth
with belief and chase after shadows of yesterday's dreams... civilization, man's greatest invention, is breaking like glass... it's a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky...
the holy can see what others can not the
words of the prophets are all but forgot religion sold out
to try to get in demons are dancing on the head of a pin... civilization, man's greatest invention, is falling apart... it's a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky...
MAYBE TODAY do we pick
up simply where we left off? what about what happened in
between? are any of us who we were then? perhaps, we should take a moment and just breathe...
we never saw eye to eye but we got along now that seems all but gone common sense
has been thrown to the side of the road maybe today it finds
it"s way home...make some space and i'll make some time go
out of your way, i'll go out of mine you and i are not as
different as we seem ain't it enough to agree to disagree?
MOONLIGHT SERENADE ain't
it lonely in the moonlight listening to the pack dogs howl living in the shadows fleeing
at the coming of the dawn... ain't it lonely in the moonlight answering when your instincts call being haunted by the ghosts that live in
the pictures on your walls... ain't it lonely in the moonlight where the damned and the shadows crawl mourning your existence for the peace you
will never know...
THE BIG NOTHING everyone
shares every thought they're thinking it all adds up to one
big nothing truth and lies, fact and fiction mingle into one big contradiction... fantasy is just one more opinion while reality
has gone missing suddenly beset by revelation folks are flocking to sift through the ashes...
if you believe it, it can move you where
will it take you? everyone's in the business of persuasion using freedom as a distraction cuz the whole idea is to keep you guessing to
write history that has no lessons... we multiplied, now we're
dividing we grew and grew, now we're imploding the ties that bind have unraveled in every which way we can imagine...
HEART ATTACK BLUES a
pain in my chest, i began to pace beads of sweat falling
from my face something was wrong, so very wrong... i slumped in my chair, my thoughts racing
between denial and desperation i
was fading away, so far away... they threw me on a table,
my mind reeled time slowed down, nothing seemed real no, nothing at all... i
woke in a room, or was it from a dream? needles in my arms,
wired to machines it was all i could do to just breathe... strangers in masks came and went i stared at the wall utterly spent and in
disbelief...man it was crazy... if i said, i've had enough,
would you wonder why? tell me what you see when you look
in my eyes do they look the way that i feel? cuz to tell you the truth, i don't feel a thing...
THE POINTLESS IMPASSE if
i told you i was different, would it matter? if i told you
my thoughts, would you flee? if i agreed, would you feel
safe? if i were silent, would you wonder what i'm up to? nothing is black and white, though you wish it so
nothing is as it seems, it's not that simple your insistence doesn't make you right my
beliefs don't make me king of anything... freedom defined
ain't freedom religion is a cage around your mind truth is a question, not an answer knowing means there's nothing left to find... can
i live my life as i choose, or do i need permission? can
i express myself in my own words without crossing a line? your
burning books only fill the air with the very ideas you seem
to fear they're everywhere...all thanks to you...
RAY'S WORLD ray's absolutely
sure nothing's as it seems he's been busy as a bee concocting
conspiracies with his bible in his pocket and his flag sewn
on his cap ray's been angry all his life just like dear old
dad... working getting nowhere and wondering why that is ray's never really thought much of the world in which he lives and he don't think much of liberals, and they don't think much of him prospects all around are looking pretty dim...
voices fill the void, ray is listening in the voices tell him he ain't alone, there are others just like him freedom loving patriots armed with god's saving grace ray's
thinking to himself, today might be the day... with his bible
in his pocket and his flag sewn on his cap ray's heading
across an america he no longer understands his delusion of
revolution guiding him on his way ray's thinking to himself,
today might be the day...
THE INFINITE SORROW the
axe and sword, spear and shield blood, like rain, fell upon
the fields in wars of men who would be kings who fought and died for angel's wings...
a castle of stone high on a hill looked
down on a world gone perfectly still ghosts in the fog are
whispering the infinite sorrow is listening... christians built their mighty walls northmen sailed from odin's halls shamans
and priests and sacred land religion killed the last holy
man... centuries crumble into dust
and disappear in the dying sun saints
and warriors forgotten now their kingdoms raised all fallen
down...
CAUGHT IN THE RAIN here
we go again, caught in the rain dissolving into yesterdays here we are again, with nowhere to go moving any which way the wind might blow perhaps
this is when we walk away nothing's ever solved out in the
rain... here i am again, soaked to the bone once again finding myself alone here i am again trying to disappear asking
myself, how'd i end up here? i can't think of one thing i
could say nothing's ever solved out in the rain... here it is again, the moment of truth life and the rain and me and you...
POWER OUTTAGE the lights
in the house flickered then dimmed the thoughts in my head,
gone like the wind alone in the dark i sat very still playing games in my mind, as i often will...
patterns were dancing on the walls to the music in my head
as for the world outside? it was beyond me... time was elapsing but i couldn't say why where'd
it need to be? but then, where did i? it occured to me i
only needed to wake that i'd fallen asleep in a dream i had
made...
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