down from some windy mesa No women to make them food and child No expressions on their faces I'm low in a helicopter And the wind from whirling blades
Draw near - partake of this altar For you are fairer in beauty Than other daughters of man Recognise and embrace This glorious proclamation Of eternal
to my feelings, inimicial to my pulse, like disease Sand in my eyes, I am hiding from pleasure, yearning for breeze Draw my bare tears from this melody
ocean's rhythms pull To hold your heart in its hand." And when the wind draws strong Across the cypress trees The nightbirds cease their songs So gathers memories
A space to place his suitcase As it?s passed from A to B But it?s such a melancholy blue The curtains round the bed are drawn Broadcast voices from
the boy he said OOH OH The party people he said OOH OH Uhh uh uh uhh yo yo yo Check it, check it Driftin on a memory, brought forth from a fifth of
mild, A relic from the faerie-tales my Mother told me as a child. Why do you carry your God Like a weapon - A dagger drawn ready to strike At the heart
, though leeched, is unbled, as secret as marble - as young, as old, as living, as dead. And always that laugh that comes as though it's from pain: though
no return from death. Embrace the end, solitary entrapment. Souls cascade, time dissolves, embrace your fate. Elevate, ascend beyond your mind, submerge with the stream of life. From
moss Below was a passage, an opening I let it draw me in Towards the deep embrace I traveled once more Into the depths of ancient memory Towards the
Set in stone, in flesh and bone, A history by victory, And a classroom subjected turns the page and separates fact from fiction, But the line is drawn