In ancient Rome
there was a poem
about a dog
who found two bones
he picked at one
he licked the other
he went in circles
he dropped dead
freedom of choice
is what you got
freedom from choice
is what you want
There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance
A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance
A planet of playthings
We dance on the strings
Of powers we cannot perceive
‘The stars aren’t aligned
Or the gods are malign…’
Blame is better to give than receive
You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill
I will choose a path that’s clear
I will choose freewill
He was born a pauper to a pawn on a Christmas day
When the New York Times said, “God is dead
And the war’s begun”
Oh, Alvin Tostig has a son today
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
And he shall be Levon
In tradition with the family plan
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
He shall be Levon
So if your man is nice, take my advice;
Hug him in the morning, kiss him at night
Give him plenty lovin’; treat your good man right
Oh, a good man is so hard to find
Wishin’ and hopin’ and thinkin’ and prayin’
Plannin’ and dreamin’ each night of his charms
That won’t get you into his arms
So if you’re lookin’ to find love you can share
All you gotta do is hold him and kiss him and love him
And show him that you care
Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Lay around the shack ’til the mail comes back
And I’ll roll in my sweet baby’s arms
I ain’t gonna work on the railroad
I ain’t gonna work on the farm
Lay down the shack ’til the mail train comes back
And I’ll roll in my sweet baby’s arms
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s Farm, no more
No, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s Farm, no more
Well, I wake up in the morning, fold my hands, and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas, that are drivin’ me insane
They’re looking glum into my head
And back I’m looking, yes
They cluck they tongues and say "My, my,
The whole thing is a mess
It was right on the tip of my tongue
And I forgot to say “I love you”
I played the game of love and lost
And now my heart must pay the cost
I had the chance to make you mine, but I wasted too much time
And let your love slip away
*Brenda & the Tabulations ‧
Just let your love flow like a mountain stream
And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams
And let your love show and you’ll know what I mean
It’s the season
Let your love fly like a bird on a wing
And let your love bind you to all living things
And let your love shine and you’ll know what I mean
That’s the reason
And any fool knows a dog needs a home
A shelter from pigs on the wing
Tonight’s the night we’ll make history
As sure as dogs can fly
And I’ll take any risk to tie back the hands of time
And stay with you here all night
So take your seats, and don’t be late
We need your spirits high
To turn on these theater lights
And brighten the darkest skies
Here at the Paradise
I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
'Til I’m free
Fly through the revolution
And I drive
Down this lonely, lonely road
Ooh, I got this feelin’
Girl, I got to let you go
'Cause now you’ve got to fly high
Fly to the angels
Heaven awaits your heart
And flowers bloom in your name
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh
You’ve got to fly
Fly to the angels
All the stars in the night
Shine in your name
So waste your time
On people who don’t know which way to go
They’ll never take you up
Never take you up in the sky
Because it’s all in the mind
[Saw 2 Peregrine Falcons-c.f. avatar-in 5 minutes yesterday]
The essence, the basics
Without it, you make it?
Allow me to make this
Childlike in nature
Rhythm, you have it or you don’t, that’s a fallacy
I’m in them
Every sprouting tree
Every child of peace
Every cloud and sea, you see with your eyes
I see destruction and demise (that’s right)
Corruption in disguise
From this fuckin’ enterprise
Now I’m sucked into your lies through Russel, not his muscles but percussion he provides
For me as a guide
Y’all can see me now 'cause you don’t see with your eye
You perceive with your mind
That’s the inner so I’m’a stick around with Russ and be a mentor
Bust a few rhymes so motherfuckers remember where the thought is
I brought all this so you can survive when law is lawless (right here)
Feelings, sensations that you thought was dead
No squealing, remember that it’s all in your head
But you see, it’s not me, it’s not my family
In your head, in your head they are fighting
With their tanks, and their bombs, and their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head they are crying
It’s a family affair, it’s a family affair
It’s a family affair, it’s a family affair
One child grows up to be
Somebody that just loves to learn
Another child grows up to be
Somebody you’d just love to burn
Mom loves the both of them
You see, it’s in the blood (blood, blood)
Both kids are good to Mom
Blood’s thicker than the mud
Why, Moxxie, why, have you held your true feelings inside?
(I am scared of rejection)
Why, Moxxie, why, do you let Millie put it in your butt?
(It gives me an erection - HEY!)
No need to hide, we accept your true feelings, so promise me
(What I can do to be true)
The world is your anus, so peg it with honesty
Cherish is the word I use to describe
All the feeling that I have hiding here for you inside
You don’t know how many times I’ve wished that I had told you
You don’t know how many times I’ve wished that I could hold you
You don’t know how many times I’ve wished that I could
Mold you into someone who could
Cherish me as much as I cherish you