Heathens In Paradise

Here we are in the City of the Damned
Moonman wandering in clothes of sand
Yes, he died from the slumber machine
Pipe thin blood drips from a silver screen

Heathens in Paradise
Earth is but a landing ground for you

Four winged horseman, light the sky
Slay the beast who dares to fly
Maiden sees the angel launch his spear
In the woodlands found by King Lear

Heathens in Paradise
Only the fool may laugh at the truth

Midsummer night's dream in the Jazz Age
Langston Hughes has died today
Bathe in the Nile with your native sons
Cleanse your soul from what the white man's done

Heathens in Paradise,
Spare fine clothes for the wandering Jew

Son of man, your kingdom is night
Gospel of John will now rewrite
A story for peasants, told with a Gentile reign
Plant the seed of illusion for those who feign

Heathens in Paradise,
no room in heaven left for me

Proposition

Children fear for a plague is near
One of flesh to rot
Save your hide and protect your kind
For the poor and out of stock
It seems we're doomed yet it's overdue
A much deserved solution
So enjoy the ride until you die
Or simply use the institution

Jane in town

She was born in a no name town, somewhere in the east
Thought I’d pay miss Jane a visit to comfort her misery
But when I reached the gates of her home, a guard came upfront
He said, “Jane’s got no business seeing you tonight, now head back towards the sun.”
So I grabbed my sack and headed ‘til night
Thinking of all the times I could call her mine
But she’s a lone stone on the bridge, no rocks down below
Were to turn when the candles burn and fade with the breeze of snow
Who knows what she’d think of me these days, anyway?
I ran to the shore and found it a bore then headed back home to my dismay

Upon a time she looked so fine with flowers ‘round her waist
My blood was pure and coats of fur brought ease to my taste
I asked her, begged, on the side of my bed
Begging her to stay

She’s alive and well in some city street, a nice view of the sea
We’ve been living so far away, she don’t remember me
No time to slack and walk in the past, but the dreams were made of gold
Jane is tired of every guy, especially a fool like me so old
I thought, “Why not hang around in this town and find another gal?”
But then I fell asleep, passed out for weeks
Hating every swarm of these crowds
Walking alone in the sea of drones I light myself a smoke
Smiling at some for the fun of the dumb, knowing I’m now a joke
But my wit is yet to be sold

Upon a street she looked at me, kissed in the center of the street
Loved the way she stared and seemed to care about me
I spoke to her of love and heaven above
A memory bittersweet

Can She Dig?

You wonder who could make me melt
Tug the belt
Kill my health
She could talk a friendly game
Bring no shame
Take the blame
For all the men she’s cast a spell
Ring those bells
And bid me well


Can she dig?
Will she smile?
Can we make her stay awhile?
Time makes no mistakes in her motion,
She drinks wine from Tritan's ocean

You face her when the fear is clear
Yet still severe
A moment so queer
Now she moves her head away
What a sway
She can’t stay
For she’s the mistress of the tease
Hard to please
Everyman’s disease

Why’s she gone?
How’d we spawn
all the ruin bred at dawn?
Always these tides I couldn't stroke
Leaving a drifter's heart broke

Just

Greet the brand new day as you awake
Weary that nothing around us has changed
what to do with a pallet of sorrow?
Only sleep and hope for a better tomorrow
Lonesome in your trials to bear
Go in town, just for people to stare
Where to turn with no one by your side?
Fear stricken and nowhere to hide
once you find a partner to hold,
Remember it’s merely a story untold
one that will end as soon as it begins
Try to keep on traveling
For a beautiful world is in all our eyes
Unless you choose to only despise

Choked on the Flames

You’re dazed in the glory and soaked in the sweat
Of those who died early and lives they’ve regret
Came bustling and hustling down an old avenue
To come to respect my heartache so true
You’re dazzled and blind but still lead the way
Off a cliff made of nails to a journey’s disarray
Walked down the hills of disaster as you feel so blue
In time to rejoice this land own to you
It’s a burning desire that sets in the trace
Red to a crisp and robbed of all grace
Now you seek for the wind as voices around fade
Left with the image of a preacher on a stake
Stay clear from fire as you choke on the flames  

Morning Harvest

I’ve walked miles in my shoes
Done the tango and felt the blues
Waiting for the roads to end
Sleeping under desert space
Over with the human race,
Now all I want is a mere friend
All forgotten all can see
The desert now surrounds me
Speaking of the times way back when
Bone matter dripping from the caves
Who can act and who are they?
Watching the skies as they slumber
Out of answers, out of ice
Displayed upon a veil of rice
Fine dining is no way to plunder