The Dying Schools
Making violence by your home
In sacred wealth to pass the day;
Foreign roads and well lit stores
While eat the poor in target hall.
Drive fast today, the gangs behind;
They close the deal with powered death.
You want their land to fill your walls,
No rest for free while in the land.
Love among the dying schools;
Love among the dying schools;
Love among the dying schools.
Suing death you will not win;
Poison make and laugh behold,
The poor, the fool, the violence by,
And while the war is standing by;
The war began without a glance –
It’s good to see more suicide.
Love among the dying schools;
Love among the dying schools;
Love among the dying schools.
Your numbers shine, go dust them now.
They do not live without the sun;
The Earth machine, the power play
Of public shares and puppet banks.
Without the bombs, the killing fields.
All at once go block the doors;
Once they clear the world of you,
They start again the greedy men.
Love among the dying schools;
Love among the dying schools;
Love among the dying schools.
Rise up the walls, the seas, the tide;
And while the war is standing by;
You must bite the devil’s throat
And go outside to use your skin.
Every art will now be sold;
Among the wire mesh of souls.
Love among the dying schools;
Love among the dying schools;
Love among the dying schools.
The Answer
The answer is – motion.
Gratitude
A place past loss, contempt, anger – gratitude. People don’t hold true to their own values. It’s human nature. Enjoy good times when you can, they won’t last. Regret is a waste of what little power you possess.
Conditional Love
The only unconditional love is what YOU feel.
Fatalism
My father’s fatal flaw.
Edges
Rough around the edges but I have a lot of edges.
The Love Idea
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 build a better bomb,
Gonna make another mall.
It’s like the rabbi said
And Bobby Rabyd’s dead.
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 build a better bomb,
Gonna make another mall.
It’s like the rabbi said
And Bobby Rabyd’s dead.
What would be your will
If you could own the world?
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 build a better bomb,
Gonna make another mall.
It’s like the rabbi said
And Bobby Rabyd’s dead.
What would be your will
If you could own the world?
That’s the Love Idea, Bill,
That’s the Love Idea.
Carnivore
At 60th and Lexington
That’s where my baby stays
At 60th and Lexington
That’s where my baby stays
Says she wants a weatherman
But I am a storm
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
I wish I never knew
At 60th and Lexington
That’s where my baby stays
At 60th and Lexington
That’s where my baby stays
Temperate or tropical
She is a carnivore
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
I wish I never knew
At 60th and Lexington
That’s where my baby stays
At 60th and Lexington
That’s where my baby stays
I see everything
A panopticon
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
I wish I never knew
Lovers for Life
There you go man, there is your prize
You fell from the sky onto me.
I have the Earth now, you have my bride.
You fell from the sky onto me.
So I said to the sparrow, come take me now,
Come take me now.
I sat on the hill and I cried.
I can’t make you love me,
You either do or you don’t.
I can’t make you love me.
Pend Oreille
Highway 95.
4 by 4 is on.
The biggest lake, mama, in Idaho.
Don’t want to say it wrong.
Your waters quietly sun-bleach
the sunken trees and submarines.
Yet I dare not say your name –
Pend Oreille, Pend Oreille
Of you I said I’m fond –
Before I moved out West.
A bird of death now drawn
Forever on your breast.
I look into your eyes –
The bottom of my steps;
I cannot catch my breath,
I cannot say it back.
Yet I dare not say her name –
Pend Oreille, Pend Oreille
I said goodbye to Sam
Gone back to Oklohell.
Montana on my mind –
Shooting ne’er-do-wells.
Pend Oreille
I ask your name.
In waves of gravity
My body falls away,
My body falls away.
Yet I dare not say your name
Pend Oreille, Pend Oreille