I woke up
And I saw myself amongst the throng
Huddled in the vision of Michaelangelo's
Sistene Chapel
One of the naked guys
The one holding the corpse
Attention drawn to his immediate left
Naked as the day he was born
Sittin' next to some guy with a ladder
Sittin' on a green towl
He looks like he's a bit timid
Of the bald, bearded corpse bearer
Symbolic, I'm sure
Of something or another
I couldn't right tell you for sure
Although I can speculate
In my mind I can almost see the demeanour of this older man with the Willie Nelson beard
As being inconsistant
With the prevailing image of the
Status quo
His sermon falls on deaf ears
As he shakes his fist at YHWH
The ONE who inflicts the torture of life
On him
He preaches to no one
These folks are in heaven, it looks like
Sittin' on toppa them purty white cloweds
Everyone seems to be so happy
They got a lute player so they got music
They'll be okay
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No shit!
I was right there on the wall
Real as nothing else
just a few yards from God Almighty his bad self
Laying down the life on Adam
"You Don't Know Me That Well"
I'm standing on a stage in some old smoke filled bar
A thousand songs to sing and play on this old guitar
And if you find yourself in even one
I'll leave this place tonight and know my job's been done.
But...
You don't know me that well
You don't know me even well enough to tell
That I'm giving you my heart and soul
The things that last and don't grow old
Did you think these dreams were all for sale?
You don't know me that well
You don't know a goddamn thing
You don't know a goddamn thing
You don't know anything at all
Now I'm playing for a crowd of twenty-two
And it seems like all of them have something else to do
You ask me how I keep on keeping on
You tell me I'm too old, I must have sang my final song
But...
You don't know me that well
You don't know me even well enough to tell
That I'm giving you my heart and soul
The things that last and don't grow old
Did you think these dreams were all for sale?
You don't know me that well
You don't know a goddamn thing
You don't know a goddamn thing
You don't know anything at all
A thousand songs to sing and play on this old guitar
And if you find yourself in even one
I'll leave this place tonight and know my job's been done.
But...
You don't know me that well
You don't know me even well enough to tell
That I'm giving you my heart and soul
The things that last and don't grow old
Did you think these dreams were all for sale?
You don't know me that well
You don't know a goddamn thing
You don't know a goddamn thing
You don't know anything at all
Now I'm playing for a crowd of twenty-two
And it seems like all of them have something else to do
You ask me how I keep on keeping on
You tell me I'm too old, I must have sang my final song
But...
You don't know me that well
You don't know me even well enough to tell
That I'm giving you my heart and soul
The things that last and don't grow old
Did you think these dreams were all for sale?
You don't know me that well
You don't know a goddamn thing
You don't know a goddamn thing
You don't know anything at all
"i like this house we're..."
I like this house we're living in
I know
You aren't satisfied with it
Too small, so ugly
Stuck in a bad neighborhood
Full of unfriendly people
Well at least it's paid for
At least you know that
Even if your gratitude is lacking
We can stay inside
Lots of things to do, just we two
Or maybe just sit together
Looking out the window
Relax and watch my world go by
It's not my fault if the floors are dirty
I'm not the slob in this place
You wanted a place
You've got a place
Keep it in order, don't blame me
If it reeks of shit and mold
If the garbage of your past
Piles up high, high, high
To the ceiling
Trash pouring out the doors
Into the great outdoors
It isn't my fault
Your legacy
It's none of my doing
But I'll tell you this...
I get a real kick out of
Watching you clutter it up
I don't fault you, I mean
After all
You do hate this house
You hate all that's in it
You even hate me
Though you appreciated the gesture
When it was made long ago
I suppose you just got old
You've become jaded, bored, used to
All the things that once fascinated
Now taken for granted
Oh, well
I still like it
We can always get another one
When the right time comes
But what's the hurry?
This one's paid for...
I know
You aren't satisfied with it
Too small, so ugly
Stuck in a bad neighborhood
Full of unfriendly people
Well at least it's paid for
At least you know that
Even if your gratitude is lacking
We can stay inside
Lots of things to do, just we two
Or maybe just sit together
Looking out the window
Relax and watch my world go by
It's not my fault if the floors are dirty
I'm not the slob in this place
You wanted a place
You've got a place
Keep it in order, don't blame me
If it reeks of shit and mold
If the garbage of your past
Piles up high, high, high
To the ceiling
Trash pouring out the doors
Into the great outdoors
It isn't my fault
Your legacy
It's none of my doing
But I'll tell you this...
I get a real kick out of
Watching you clutter it up
I don't fault you, I mean
After all
You do hate this house
You hate all that's in it
You even hate me
Though you appreciated the gesture
When it was made long ago
I suppose you just got old
You've become jaded, bored, used to
All the things that once fascinated
Now taken for granted
Oh, well
I still like it
We can always get another one
When the right time comes
But what's the hurry?
This one's paid for...
"Gargoyle"
I don't feel anything
Where I know
I'm supposed to feel
For you
You've become a stone statue
Almost as hard to me
As I am to you
I don't recognize myself
In the cracked and wrinkled
Skin
Or the recoiling
Barely perceptible
I wouldn't notice myself
If I didn't know your reasons
For drawing back
Good reasons, I guess
I search my heart
But I've come to believe
That there may have never been
Anything of you
There to find
You stole it so easily
All you ever gave
You made it look easy
How you took it all away
I try to pretend I don't miss it
It doesn't hurt
It doesn't
I don't want it back
That would break me down
Not being used to something
Gone so long ago
My whole being would shatter
A mirror
So just stand there
Please
Don't reach out for me
Don't react, as if you actually know me
As if you want to know me
As if you knew me
Don't make me feel a fool
For not caring about you
Don't make me feel guilty
For not wanting to love you
This huge empty space
Is where it once lived
There's nothing you could fill it with
Anymore
I would spew it out, lukewarm
Where I know
I'm supposed to feel
For you
You've become a stone statue
Almost as hard to me
As I am to you
I don't recognize myself
In the cracked and wrinkled
Skin
Or the recoiling
Barely perceptible
I wouldn't notice myself
If I didn't know your reasons
For drawing back
Good reasons, I guess
I search my heart
But I've come to believe
That there may have never been
Anything of you
There to find
You stole it so easily
All you ever gave
You made it look easy
How you took it all away
I try to pretend I don't miss it
It doesn't hurt
It doesn't
I don't want it back
That would break me down
Not being used to something
Gone so long ago
My whole being would shatter
A mirror
So just stand there
Please
Don't reach out for me
Don't react, as if you actually know me
As if you want to know me
As if you knew me
Don't make me feel a fool
For not caring about you
Don't make me feel guilty
For not wanting to love you
This huge empty space
Is where it once lived
There's nothing you could fill it with
Anymore
I would spew it out, lukewarm
"I don't trust you people..."
I don't trust you people...
If I ever did
I was a stone fool
I don't even know if
I have the right
You know not what you do
Your right hand ignorant
Of it's brother's
Misleading deeds
I am no all-seeing deity
Who can crack your skulls
To shine light on the reasons
Knowing full well
That you have no idea
Your darkness is so complete
You've convinced yourself
It's light
And though I was a misanthrope
Before I knew your hypocrisy
Still I will cast your way
Your fair share of the blame
Even if only in my muddled mind
Even if the only one who hears me
Is on your side
And I realize that
I
Am the one who cannot tell darkness from light
If I ever did
I was a stone fool
I don't even know if
I have the right
You know not what you do
Your right hand ignorant
Of it's brother's
Misleading deeds
I am no all-seeing deity
Who can crack your skulls
To shine light on the reasons
Knowing full well
That you have no idea
Your darkness is so complete
You've convinced yourself
It's light
And though I was a misanthrope
Before I knew your hypocrisy
Still I will cast your way
Your fair share of the blame
Even if only in my muddled mind
Even if the only one who hears me
Is on your side
And I realize that
I
Am the one who cannot tell darkness from light
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