Capitalism
I see the bad man, his ease is a prop and plan
She’s got a nice tan
He schemes for hours and she takes a lot of showers
They live in towers
If you drive down to the city then you’ll see
Slums and concrete devour the people and haunt the trees
Whoever said that those folks down there are free?
Their words are empty
You know your lessons, you know we have rich professions
Don’t give concessions
If you steal money and don’t pay for milk and honey
Your bank is funny
You grab the land and till it with dirt cheap hands
You’ve got a name brand
You charge a fee, make sure it overwhelms me
You’re sitting pretty
If you take two billion acres by others blood
You will turn it into gold and give back mud
Why do we not have any money to pay the rent?
Can you see where the money went? (The one percent!)
Better Behave
Better be good, Jesus gonna get you
Took a tall tale and they cut it up
Added a Pro and a blood filled cup
Made up a birth, nativity scene
Was there a town to have a Nazarene?
Better behave, Yahweh’s gonna get you,
Almighty’s gonna get you, The Lord is gonna get you, Yahweh’s gonna…
Better behave, Almighty’s gonna get you,
The Lord is gonna get you, some thing will come and get you
God led Joseph into Pharaoh’s land
Prophesized and turned the Pharaoh’s hand
People enslaved until the Passover
God wants credit for what we all deserve
This book just don’t make no sense
Just poorly written fiction, can’t you count the contradictions?
If God was worried about us ants
He’d just snap his massive fingers, instead of inspiring some madman’s rants
Better be good, Yahweh’s gonna get you
Koresh is gonna get you, Manson’s gonna get you
Jones is gonna, Falwell’s gonna get you
Joe Smith is gonna get you, Hubbard’s gonna get you
When something’s confused you get nowhere
Interpretations come from anywhere
Take out a verse and make it plain
But when it’s not real it’s just a shame
That God ain’t no friend of mine (or the Egyptians!)
A selfish child favoring some, choosing others to overrun
Yet his favorites just toil away
Moses was so dependable, but he and Aaron were expendable
Revelations don’t make me afraid
The preachers’ savior brings love/peace, until Armageddon brings myth beasts
And then Jesus will speak God’s words
It’ll kill the wayward; peace has never been so absurd!
Humpty Dumptelstiltskin
I’m a little noise outside your door
Don’t stop now ‘cuz there is more
You know my name and number too
I have a question to ask of you
Off the wall I cracked my head
They circled ‘round hoping that I was dead
Let me in and soon you’ll see
That men on horses are chasing me
For a prince let’s cut a deal
For my wishes to make my meal
First you ask to see my yoke
My smile now fades as I feel your choke
Fried up right in a pan
Cracked and cooked up is this man
Seasoned with the threads of gold
Twisted up this yarn of old
A Horse Named Juan
I met a horse they named Juan
It seems they’ve worked him too long
He didn’t protest or fuss, he didn’t even notice
Circling left all day, just trying to find the hay
His mane was full of surprise
Ribbons of glitter in ties
Could’ve been blind in both eyes, but I think they’d notice
We had such fun we’ll go back
Bring the kids to the track
Wonder if Juan will react, will he even notice
Strike the Nails
I lay the tracks and strike the nails
Over mountains and through the dales
Days of work are all I see
Each day takes a piece of me
I shake the hands and kiss the feet
Of whomever needs to feel complete
I push the things that do not yield
Waste my days out in the field
I am the drudge
I’m the one you need around
I feed the kids and give them baths
I keep them safe and guide their paths
I scrub the floor and clean the paint
I entertain and field complaints
We all must have something to do
I know that, and so do you
I seek to find my perfect niche
A little coin and better pitch
The Dark Path
Baby I left you, cold
I took a little of what you couldn’t hold
So you wouldn’t forget me, now I’ve been sold
Baby I left you, on the low road
There's no good I can remember
Darling you hurt me, such pain to reap
Your love is deception your truth cannot weep
You think it’s locked away and put to sleep
But I hold the keys to the secret you can’t keep
Lord show me mercy, Lord hear my plight
Father please save me, Mother hold me tight
Sister please help me, Brother join the fight
Mifookenedertz (Twelve Tone)
As the world turns
You won’t bind me in your dreams
You won’t find me in tea leaves
You are uncertain
(I’m just dying, living, lying, laughing, baffling, crying for your love)
As the world yearns
They don’t care much what it means
They won’t peek behind the scenes
You leave unsettled
(I am trying, stumbling, flying, resting, plotting, pining for your love)
It’s like talking to the wall, ‘cuz you must have had it all
You sure as hell didn’t need me
And I couldn’t get the window open enough to throw caution to the wind
As the world turns
I strain to hear the softly sounds
I’ll never hear the lovely tune
We could have made together
(I’m just dying, living, lying, laughing, baffling, crying for your love)
As the world yearns
I can see that you are mad
And fighting with the world
Soon you’ll be tired and outnumbered
(I am trying, stumbling, flying, resting, plotting, pining for your love)
It’s like talking to the wall, you must have had it all
Because you sure as hell didn’t need me
And I couldn’t get the window open enough to throw caution to the wind
Contradictions make me, differ from you
Cannot seem to make sense, of all that is new
Raithlin Isle
In the Year of Our Lord Seven Hundred Ninety Five
The Gaill set fire to Raithlin Isle
Then they were gone
But not for long
Long low ships with patterned sails
Along the shores to ransack and plunder
Jewels and gems from the altars of the abbots
They took our maidens away
Both Finn & Dubb have ports here and alliance
We only trust our own
The High King’s called us to the battle
The seeds of war are sewn
The swordblades will ring like a war drum
The screams will make you ill
If I fall may the angels, protect you son
If they won’t you better run
We gather men and demons by the Black Pool
The fight is from all sides
The king’s been slain, yet victory’s been delivered
Though fortune wills our blood to bind
Exact The Truth
Was it a wish you were looking for?
Didn’t have a chance to ask for more
You fell between the cracks, there’s no looking back
You need to have what you’re searching for
Can’t but help to settle the score
You fell between the cracks, there’s no turning back
What you’ve faced before is towards the winter’s door
Tap the pain if it breeds in you
Raise it up into fields of view
You leapt into the keep, to estimate the deep
Withdraw the clues and exact the truth
Arm-twist the old and straight-talk the youth
Come out from the keep, wake your wits from sleep
What you feared before is behind the winter’s door
The impossible winner
I wouldn’t know how to fly if it wasn’t for you
Once I’m up in the sky don’t tell me what to do
My intentions are cloaked but doesn’t mean they aren’t true
You must know what I mean since your dreams are masked too
Is your hunger to much to quell?
Do you stand out from those who’ve fell?
Secrets give you fits, when pried from buried crypts
Was it a wish you were looking for?
Didn’t have a chance to ask for more
You fell between the cracks, there’s no looking back
What you’ve faced before is towards the winter’s door
Melt Myself
Seconds, minutes, hours, days
Weeks, months, years, decades
I can’t stand to look at this face in the mirror
Staring back at me
Rolling back to zero, go back all the way
Try to visit, another time and another day
Gotta get back, gotta get back all the way
Cause I can’t stand to look at this face in the mirror
Staring back at me
I guess I’ll melt myself
Bedspins (Hidden Audio Track)
Buzzing in my brain, feel insane, feeling’s back again
Get me another beer
Got it in my sights, it’s Friday night, here I come again
I’m gonna shoot the moon
Keep your head on a swivel
Don’t know where the next punch is coming from
Itching for a fight, hot tonight, no it isn’t right
I‘m punching out your lights
Now I’m outta cash, time to dash, looking for my keys
Slipping behind the wheel
Keep your head on a swivel
Don’t know where the next cop is coming from
Puke is on the wall, I get the call, tee time is at dawn
I’ll never make it there
I’m all out of sorts, hits the course, I got no remorse
Surprised I made it here
It’s time for a bottle
Hair of the dog is what I’m looking for