the world turns on and on
us flawed humans with our skull full of blues
us semi angel dusk creatured in edenic double single
we half demon i am slim mr death in my mansuit of black
oh there is magic oh yes there really fucking is
wild disastrous coincidences abound
like mesosaurs in seas of possibilities
it appears that justice is hidden and random
the good die young
but could it be that that is actually a reward not a punishment….?
theyre never gonna solve it either
cat and dogs will always fight
men and women will always break each others hearts
suspicion will exist between young and old
the ignorant will attempt to control the unknown
the genius will attempt to control the unknown too
so how can you tell em apart?
for every husband who loves my music
there is a wife who hates my groovy sounds
people are strange they are stark raving mad
dont count on numbers dont count on names
if you must call me something call me decider
my oh my how history will repeat
what did you learn from the last one million years
we are the idiots that nailed up jesus christ after all of us
and if he did not indeed exist than if he had
then we still would have nailed him
john kennedy john lennon bobby kennedy MLK
gandhi and witches and artists and intellectuals
and strangers and foreigners and everyone else
a crusade on anyone who might have a clue
or holding out on some possible secret
this wild scenario if you will
a substance found in the bark of a particular tree
which is found all over the world strangely enough in different forms
but essentially the same thing
is declared implicitly so evil that to possess it means you may go to jail
thats how bad it is
thats how bad they wanna protect you from its harmful effects
that it may or may not have on you
who are the clowns in this circus ?
who is so frightened of some arcane knowledge ?
who drowned brian jones in his bath of sleep?
who declares the god of natures gifts not fit for my use?
why do they give us vodkas and wars?
why do they take away sacraments and precious things?
anyway one day something will happen
we all wake up and we all get our day in court
i’m just following my mind here
my semantic hyper priming is valve bouncing
waves of neural electricity saturate my freak brain
jeff buckley in vision singing his sweet voice home
i invoke all spirits of song to fly to me
my command of our dead language is fading
i call upon indra the god of heaven :
send your daughter to earth again
the ghost music infringes copyright in the beyond
i’m rolling lucky tonight you will never know
i will fall
we all will
but not yet
not while my ride takes me out of shadows reach
before i come tragically undone
outdrawn by some hipster in deadwood
gunned up at sundown shot down shot gun bang
old and weak i will be eaten by the aunts who come out
hapless hopeless helpless alas and a lack
our understanding is faulty
our administering of pity …is it wrong…?
i abjure to my enchanted slumber
i will orchestrate a dream of such magnificent ambiguity
and lose myself in its perfect blur