Mind the body
And the spirit will follow
The suit for sedition to a packet of crisps
In the lunchtime hours of the our later mornings
And how labels for everything
Were Adam’s little warning.
Fear the evening of your life
And the temptation to be everybody’s strife,
For the court of the jester who has no testimony
Is the peremptory sterilisation of the joke upon me
Of the cold heart at the heart of the universe.
If one verse was upon me
Would it be celestial if you could frame me,
To dance a while in the emptiness of evenings
And the hassles free kit of a phone battery that will always live.
Are you greater than that, for the ounce of blood
That I need to get through the day with food?
Will you model for me the stairway to heaven
That attracts a commendation from the chance of new invention?
There are leaders who bleed radiators to hiss in my memory
About how there is time for the mortician to gain tax:
But nobody tacks their tact to the wall
For where we have come from
To drift from The Fall.
If it was always the same for the fort of man and mankind
Then who is the stealer of the blindfold that led man blind
To ask of me what I can give when I am empty
Who did listen to the rhythm of a bottle when the seas of silence went without me.
Masks and masquerades and the colours do not fade
Blythe are the scenes of the harrowing in-betweens,
Mystery of how it could be that you want to be in me
But I cannot see beyond these three things where the fourth matters to any of we.
If life was so complicated that you would listen to music
Then I am a tune that the clown in you uses.
So honour the hour for some decadent male force of soul
And we will make heaven our conversational foul and football goal.
It is such that I cannot seem, that my clothes are meant to not fall
On the floor for the first footstep of you in my hall.
I appreciate the dance hall and hell to all attitude of late
But it is not legal operation before time and a new century to hurry and get raped.
Fruit is picked so that the tester can know the fair
Of a market that is tested with some ignorance being there:
But melodies sing free of the chirpse and song of a dove
And how after you have eaten your fill, there will always (still) be love.
This is my faith in the market of a new Maker
And how Spirit fills the clouds with tokens for the taking
But is martial law is the outer most part of some shell
Then it will take roots and chakras to make the new age got getting go better very well.