Won’t you come on over
Stop making a fool out of me
Why don’t you come on over, Valerie?
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands
To fight the horde, singing and crying:
“Valhalla, I am coming!”
You don’t waste no time at all
Don’t hear the bell but you answer the call
It comes to you as to us all
We’re just waiting
For the hammer to fall
I’m using an extra line because of the rule that says you get a fifth line if you haven’t posted very much before the time you decided to. Rule #42
I’d hammer out danger,
I’d hammer out warning,
I’d hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters,
All over this land.
Every time you see me
The Hammer’s just so hype
I’m dope on the floor and I’m magic on the mic
I’ll tell ya about the magic that will free your soul
but it’s like trying to tell a stranger 'bout rock n roll
If you believe in magic, don’t bother to choose
If it’s jug band music or rhythm and blues
This flame that burns inside of me,
I’m hearing secret harmonies
It’s a kind of magic,
Think about your life, Pippin
Days are tame and nights the same
Now think about the beauty
In one perfect flame
We’ve got magic to do… Just for you
We’ve got miracle plays to play
We’ve got parts to perform… Hearts to warm
Kings and things to take by storm
As we go along
It’s Pippin, always flippin’, never slippin’
As he’s pining for a corner of the sky.
But the sky is overcrowded, with this oh, so highly touted
Cast of singing circus people flying by.
They say that life’s a carousel
Spinning fast, you’ve got to ride it well
The world is full of Kings and Queens
Who blind your eyes and steal your dreams
Thunder only happens when it’s raining
Players only love you when they’re playing
Say… Women… they will come and they will go
Women that you write songs about
Women that turn around and kick you out
Women you dream about all your life
Women that stab you in the back with a switchblade knife
Ohh, backstabber, backstabber, backstabber, backstabber
Backstabber, hope grabber, greedy little fit haver, God, I feel for you, fool
You shit lover, off brusher, jaded bitter, joy crusher
Failure has made you so cruel, you
(What they do)
(They smile in your face)
All the time they want to take your place
The back stabbers (back stabbers)
'Cos I remember all the times I tried so hard
And you laughed in my face 'cos you held all the cards
I don’t care anymore, I don’t care anymore
You took the clubs and the spades
And I don’t know why, no I don’t know why
It’s a shame it’s not a game
We’re playing in, it’s just the blurred crusade
Like a corn in a field I cut you down
I threw the last punch too hard
After years of going steady, well I thought that it was time
To throw in my hand for a new set of cards
Yes, I love you
Like the way I’m meant to do
But you’ve been caught
Caught cheating on me.
Colours shape and these are things that need
A beating heart not a cheating heart
But a cheating heart, is still a beating heart
I’m leaving you today