NO MAN IS NOBLE

In the sewer drains of history the mystics howl in song.

Her hair flows gently to it's beat.

The naturals, the imitators

All mock it's awesome glory,

By spreading lies and proclaiming them

As divine truths?

They are worth nothing more than a drunkards last breath.

For no man is noble

And no man really knows.

 

I know I know nothing.

I know I can learn more.

How one's eyes see all the world at once?

How can I define all of this unattainable beauty?

Did Galileo discover the stars?

Did Chaplin create film?

Did Bell invent communication?

Nah...

'Twas all here before and will remain.

Long after we are gone.

And the moon is gone.

And the stars are gone.

For no man is noble

And no man really knows.

 

THE 3rd EYE

It's been burned

Abused

Whored

Tainted, lifeless robots

 

A somber reality

Quaint

Savage

They are disciples to mad transgression

 

Through politics and prejudice

Prophets???

No... media

 

They are the big hidden eye

Beyond every sky

 

Me?

I prefer surrealism

Create

Inspire

Freedom

 

While the media lives and lies

A feeble law on the verge of collapse

 

When they conceit and admit defeat

We'll have eternal emancipation

No longer an eye that lingers the sky

Just the myth of the ancient nation

 

TERRORIST OF THE MIND

I am a terrorist of the mind

Placing ideas of revolution and freedom

I force your eyes open to see the light

The new true light that's always existed

Forget all that you learned in the schools

In the prisons and on the streets

When you look with your ears

You'll learn with your eyes

This is a new coming of age

I'm not trying to be a politician

Or a preacher

Or a Sunday school teacher

Just trying to remain free

In my own terrorist sort of way

 HA HA HA HA HA!!!

 

BIG JOE

Well he came from the mountain

He was unlike all the rest

He had a badge tattooed on his breast

There'll be piece in the valley

When the sun goes down

If you see Big Joe walkin'

You better stop and turn around

 

Sawed off shotgun he uses for a cane

Drank up all the liquor

Popped pills to ease the pain

If you see Big Joe walkin'

You better stop and turn around

Cause if you double-cross him

You're cemetery bound

 

Last time I saw him he'd been up all night

Drinkin' white lightning

And lookin' for a fight

There'll be peace in the valley

When the sun goes down

If you see Big Joe walkin'

You better stop and turn around

 

COOL GUY BLUES

I got a new toque I'm a cool guy

Got a new hat, got a do, got a new guy

I'm a cool guy X2

 

I had a wife X2

But I liked her sister better so I got rid of her X3

I'm a cool guy X3

 

A ROSE IN THE GUTTER

I ain't jealous of how much money someone makes

It just don't give me nuthin'

I've worked hard for the common good

What do you really do?

Is that what you wanted to do?

You brag about putting a price tag on your time

But I'm proud of the songs I sing

Didn't do it for anyone

Just a part of myself

Yet I always cling to faith

Faith in the next moment

With flashes of love and tragedy

You must enjoy life

I want someone to hold at the end of the day

Not some key to some mansion

Not a swipe card to the fanciest, richest hotels

I refuse to go walk into your BMW jails

I have things that I can not express right now

But I have a lifetime to do so

To discover myself

As the kingdom knows no riches

 

FLY ON THE STOOL

I've seen some things in my life

That I just don't understand

I don't recognize not a thing

Nor soul in this land

Only a voice in my head

That tells me where to go

I just keep walkin'

Where I'm bound I don't know

 

She did the same ol thing each and every day

She had blood to spill and she had debts to pay

Was lookin' for a man to ease her pain

One to treat her right

Keep her from goin' insane X3

mmm.....mmmm

 

She found me one day sitting at the bar

I bought her a drink but she went too far

She came up on me behind laid it close to me

I began to smile aimlessly

We danced aimlessly X2

mmmm....mmmm

I was a fly on the stool

She broke the golden rule X3

 

It was gettin' late the bars startin' to close

She got too drunk removed all of her clothes

I said yer lookin' fine

Lookin' so fine

But before we go

I need a lil more wine X2

 

LONG TIME-A-COMIN'

I met this girl and well we decided to go downstairs in this apartment complex. And while we were there she asked me such a strange question.  Is fate a miracle of god or is it just chance we met like this?  I smiled and slowly answered and turned my head and ensued an awkward pause.  I whispered low into her ear...it's been a long time-a-comin'.

She said that's all fine and dandy boy but you didn't answer my question. And I said you didn't ask me one.  She started to leave and in that second I reached out to guide her hand.  She said she'd been waiting forever for that perfect moment.  I said now I got an answer for ya. There is no such thing as a perfect moment. Don't ya question it baby.  Just been a long time-a-comin'.

 

The stars glittering in the ancient wind with the old ones assembled.  There was a time of harmonious thought. Reaching. Grasping. Finding. We were among a select few decided worthy of such a gift.  'n in the unrivaled perfection of that moment, the creation of the tribe was final.

Then on that morning of despair venturing into the snow I seen the sky so clear.  Reminisced about the closest thing to perfection.  My angel maiden with her crimson hair.  Thinkin' of her sweet embrace as I long to lay my weary head down on her breasts.  As I kiss her neck I hear her whisper as she nibbles my ear.

Mmmmmm...Mmmmm                                                                   

She sat right down and lowered on top of me and said it's been a long time-a-comin'.

 

IN A CROOKED TOWN

Well I just blew in around the crack of dawn

I know nobody here so it's hard gettin' along

I got no worries though my moneys goin' down

It ain't easy flying straight in a crooked town

 

I came in from the cold was lookin' for a hand

And I didn't know anything

Clung tight to my chest

And you started to squeeze my hand

I ain't got a dime and I'm feelin' down

It ain't easy flying straight in a crooked town

 

I went to a diner lookin' for a meal

But I didn't have a single dollar bill

She worked on credit but I didn't like her kind

I've had em before and they destroyed my mind

Cause in Beaverlodge even the waters brown

It ain't easy flying straight in a crooked town

 

SAME OL' BLUES

I know there's lots of you people out there

You're just like us and we're just like you

We get up every morning before the sun rises

And we don't get off work until the sun sets

Backs is achin' and hands are throbbing

And yer brains are burning

And a few hearts are dying

Yer just working for something

You don't know what yer workin' for

Ya just keep workin' and pickin'

Pickin' and workin'

Workin' and pickin'

 

THE DANCE OF THE ELDERS

We are tired of the disillusion that nothing is sacred

That we are all beings born into oblivion

Thrown into the painful woes of society

That lingering heartache that'll eat at yer soul

The savage reality of the masses who worship

Nothing rather than anything

Those abstract arteests who'll parade in jewels

And flash about any kind of scene

Claimin' they're makin' a scene

Playing the part of the mean the hardened under-rated prince

Who will meanwhile fumbles with the crown

 

There is however an essential need for something

We can't quite reach that

Unattainable crown of victory

And it makes you burn with anguish

And it'll rule yer thoughts

Till you find yourself screaming at the injustice

Of this persecution of the innocent

The only way to see through the deception

Is to rise above to a higher consciousness

And explore the boundaries like...

 

Where could this gypsy night lead?

Into these empty city streets with it's hallowed existence?

What cruel wind lies in wait 'round the corner?

Will it show itself as a masked crusader selling peace for spare change?

Will you find him in the market square?

Where he sits in the shadows of the streetlights

Overwhelmed by the unraveling of law and order

 

But I know that we will find it in the corner of the earth

The re-incarnation of man

True man

What man was supposed to be

And it's lurkin in the spider webs of time

And it links all souls past and present

To the dance of the elders

These ancient warriors of the night

Who sing to the sky

And who dance with the stars

 

POETIC FIRE

Some folks say it's been this way a long time

But looking at it I see no reason or rhyme

They doll themselves up to whore themselves on TV

Take a look in the mirror do you take yourself seriously?

Some folks want you to believe everything they tell

They're spreadin' the notion life on earth is a living hell

 

Somehow they find a way to keep a straight face

And they'll only be too kind to put you in your place

Now I ain't tellin' you nothing that you don't already know

But how much further will you be willing to let it go

You know they'd like to lock the truth to rot in a cell

For sayin' life on earth shouldn't be a living hell

 

We'll it's easy to see you could even be blind

To see just what it is that they have in mind

The sad part is it don't even matter who you are

You could be a bum or be a Hollywood star

They still want you to buy everything that they're gonna sell

You'll buy the notion your life on earth is a living hell

 

But there's nothing they could say that would ever convert my mind

I've it all before but have left it behind

I won't stand silent or walk and line

You do what you do I accept it that's fine

But I won't be one to fall under your spell

When you're trying to cast the fear that life on earth is a living hell

 

You must be careful in who you trust

Cause people they come and they go and

They'll fade away with the dust

And they'll poison you and then they'll leave you in need

And in your sickness they'll plant the seed

Don't you know they can mess up your mind

Just as easy as ringin' a bell

And they want you to sing that you're life on earth is a living hell

 

But there is a way to keep your own mind

Just always make sure to over-examine each headline you find

And if you draw a 7 then they'll leave you alone

I'll draw the dead mans hand but it'll read on my tombstone

Well you never made this soul sit and dwell

I never bought life on earth to be a living hell