Lyrics:
Poem For Piano

not your singer Not in your poem I'm not your stanza I'm not a color In your rainbow But now which team Are you rooting for? We're Hollywood squares

Stop all the clocks, cut of the telephone Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone Silence the pianos and with a muffled drum Bring out the coffin

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not,

wrong Took on everyone Like a clock that can't keep time Bad thoughts to hide Or a poem that can't ever rhyme Now strangers sing, this song for her

's assassin as we die slow perishin', brain dead from a Erickson Words are the medicine, two teaspoons for goons a cup of it for those thuggin' it, y'

for better world It's already composed, played and told Every thought the music I write Everything a wish for the night Wrote for the eclipse, wrote for the virgin Died for

for better world It's already composed, played and told Every thought the music I write Everything a wish for the night Wrote for the eclipse, wrote for the virgin Died for

arrange a room around a baby grand piano? In the Arabian-tented library guest room; In the two-tabled dining room art gallery. And here?s one for your

for better world It's already composed, played and told Every thought the music I write Everything a wish for the night Wrote for the eclipse, wrote for the virgin Died for