The Love Idea

Written about the False Flag event 911
Dedicated to my memory of Katie Viemeister
Grinnell Class of 1998

Everything is named;
All styles and everything
We put into a box.
Every study has a name; this style suck, end;
The pleasures on the inside mind, body, bank.
Now when you go out looking
I’ll tell you what you’ll find;
The bullshit train, the trashcans full.
You’ll hear all the voices, all the noisy teachers,
No one teaches Truth.

So what you going to do?
Gonna be a better man,
Gonna be a kinder friend.
It’s like the rebel said –
What would be your will
If you could own the world?

Now if we lived in public everyone could learn.
We could watch the sacred puppets try to be the men.
Personal crusader spiders went out weaving,
Spiders weaving Christ. The players at the turnstyle
Trade suicide for brawn; a name is on the can.

So what you going to do?
Gonna be a better man,
Gonna be a kinder friend.
It’s like the rebel said –
What would be your will
If you could own the world?

SOLO

And words like line and line like song.
You must know the price, that choosing is the life.
Ask for simple pieces and hope for better ones;
Get lost in Babylon until you find the love.
Saluting to the tribe, grumpy men with wives,
I ride a bike.

So what you going to do?
gonna be a better man
gonna be a kinder friend
It’s like the rebels said –
What would be your will
If you could own the world?

That’s the Love Idea, ye-ah,
That’s the Love Idea.