You Don't Know Me At All
Do believe I'm gonna clap my hands
Think I might tap my feet
Put together a one man band
Take a walk on down the street
Have a one man parade
Nobody needs to know
'Cause I'm right good of holding on to secrets
And don't believe they show
All I want is a little dog
To be walking at my right hand
Taking a breeze just as free as you please
Maybe checking out occasional garbage cans
Talking bout a one dog, y'all
Nobody's friend but mine
Hey now, you can say he's looking kind of funky
But I do believe it suits me just fine
We were off
Chariots of Thunder
I drank a goblet of fire...
I cut out the prophets tongue...
but still, the sun refuse refused to move.
I tore a hole in the web of sanity...
the very fabric of life itself...
but still, this flesh refused to burn.
"what a humble vision!
to forever dwell by the grace of the sun..."
I gathered the moon and the stars...
in my little pouch of planets...
the renaissance of astral flesh.
dripping and drolling with universal thirst...
equilibrium going under...
in such an idle state of death.
sowing the seeds of a new dimension...
I am the conqueror in his petty paradise...
spinning around in garden of lush blooming death,
point at the sun, and I will be there...
and the angels, scattered and bleeding...
will be the foundation of my empire...
and admidst all this forlorn beauty...
...I still laughed at the end.