Lyrics/Poetry

Face of the Lion

As white as the snow, was the hair that did flow
From a man that sat still, all alone
A piece of the century showed in his eye
Deep as the moment and dark as the sky
Gentle in nature, a hint of his life
Kindness an influence, his beautiful wife

Life was created the moment he said,
Son can you tell me a story, one filled with power and glory
Help me awaken the blood in my brain

As bright as the sun, was the tale that did run
From a mind that was filled with what we become
The king of the mystery opened the door
Out came a snowflake to show what’s in store
A map of perfection like stars in the night
Showed me direction, into the light

Life was created the moment he said,
Son can you tell me a story, one filled with power and glory
Help me awaken the blood in my brain

The face of the lion inspired me
The grace of Orion it moved me
It helped me awaken the blood in my brain

The face of the lion inspired me
The grace of Orion it moved me
It helped me awaken the blood in my brain

It helped me awaken the blood in my brain

Wild Monkey

Picture if you will my friend the look upon the face of a cow just sprayed with mace
Picture if you will my friend the look upon the face of a cow just sprayed with mace, by the loser of the race

A wild monkey runs into the arms of grateful nuns, who are happy as the sun to caress the monkey’s buns
A wild monkey runs into the arms of grateful nuns, who are happy as the sun to caress the monkey’s buns
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A drunk autistic Samurai is caught on Candid Camerai, as he dances to the music of the band Bananaramurai
A drunk autistic Samurai is caught on Candid Camerai, as he dances to the music of the band Bananaramurai
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A wild monkey runs into the arms of grateful nuns, who are happy as the sun to caress the monkey’s buns
A wild monkey runs into the arms of grateful nuns, who are happy as the sun to caress the monkey’s buns
A wild monkey runs into the arms of grateful nuns, who are happy as the sun to caress the monkey’s buns

Summer Breeze

We gathered below the purple skies above, with disregard to the dove
that carried in its claw a piece of straw, that flowed through the wind
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It’s like tumble weeds and busy bees, jazzy rap and magic seeds
that resembled the color of your eyes; purple like the skies
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We talked of unusual pleasantries, such as pleasant trees in a Summer breeze
with bones for limbs and dogs for bark, fleas as leaves and roots that spark.
Incongruous lines were apparent, direction wavered like a ferret’s head in bed
with a fever and a quiver, not a seizure but a sliver of a tainted carrot
beside his bed, n-n-n-next to the body of his cousin Fred with dissimilar agony,
his Ann was raggedy, he’s trapped in the life of a typical tragedy
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We spoke in tongues, it was a mistletoe fire, burning inside the ring of desire.
I inquired, she perspired, then I showered, she devoured like a flower.
I reclined with an ease of that certain Summer breeze as the moment began to subside,
then the fly on the tree that was pleasant and free said to me that our dreams never die.

The Revolving Door of Misfortune

But how does one prepare for the gravity of a foreign atmosphere.
I was reliving the first day of a young calf, only backwards,
never able to reach the security of a mother’s womb
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Come on mama bring me home to the places that I know are right,
come on mama
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I knelt on the beach before the ocean of the court,
What could I say to the oak tree with a hundred rings of wisdom
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Come on brother bring me home to the places that I know are right,
come on brother
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It’s a revolving door of misfortune yeah, running circles around the
visions of a higher purpose, it’s a revolving door of misfortune
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Then a wave of his branch sent me into the ocean, many miles from shore
My heart pumped lead for blood as each beat doubled my weight in the water
But I was kept afloat by the bouyancy of hope, searching for a new atmosphere
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Come on father bring me home to the places that I know are right,
come on father bring me home to the places that I know are right,
come on father

Last Call

This is goodbye to all my friends, I don’t know when I’ll see you again
Moving out to California, going to lie on the beach for a while
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Maybe things ain’t quite what they should be, but the sadder light starts to overturn
Raise my glass and I’ll tip my hat, another whiskey and I’ll be heading home
Nicotine stains on my fingertips, just one more round for the boys
Stare into an empty glass, no fear a fresh one’s on the way
Generous tip from man behind the bar, he says this last one’s on the house
Drinking it up as I stumble from my chair, lights come on and I shuffle to the door
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Last call for alcohol, last call for happiness
Last call for alcohol, last call for loneliness, last call, last call…