The Choir Master of the Mind.

Music is a medium 

a portal 

channelling energy from within and without

drawing from the gyration of the spheres.

Where there is Peace

it flows like a river to the sea

but where there is chaos

a minor chord is struck

and the chorus is dissonance.

Rythym, Harmoney and Ryme

within a measure of time

the dance of notes around a beat

spaces between sublime

The empires are built and destroyed to the melody and time

of the Choir Master of the Mind.

Rightous Rebellion.

Rebellion is Righteous in the face of oppression

The Truth is Love and Love will set us free

Love is the only Authority.

Every Empire needs both a priest and a king to stand

God and State they go hand in hand

Empires will crumble and kings will fall

someday The Sun will swallow us all

We all build our own machine where we're the wizard at the wheel.

...juggling like a clown on a uni-cycle.

Here in the Barren Lands.

...they grind the rocks into gravel 

with hammers forged from the ore mined from the earth

moving mountains that reach to the stars that they have mapped and charted according to their route around The Sun. 

They drill and dig the earth and they build towers to the sky.

Here in the Barren Lands.

Steel, Iron, and Glass

Guns, Diamonds, and Gold

building castles and temples from the ruins of the old

The earth and her children have been bought and sold

Here in the Barren Lands.

You slashed and burned the forest to graze your sheep

by the still waters as my children weep

You plunder our villages and pillage our camps

you've bashed our babies heads against walls we've built with our own hands

Here in the Barren Lands.

 Empires and gods made in the image of man
the seeds you have sown will be reaped by your hand
bow to your knees and prepare to stand

Here in the Barren Lands.

All Hail the God of Abel.

Lord knows I ain't no prophet

and I ain't no prophet's Son

I'm just travlin down the highway 

trying to have myself some fun

I've got whiskey on my breath

and women on my mind

searching for that garden

someday i hope i'll find

Yes Mam I know Jesus

I saw him just the other day

he was holding up a cardboard sign 

said something bout judgment day.

There's a church on every corner 

and a pawnshop down the road

open every day cept sunday 

to buy your guns diamonds and gold

and the christians fill up their SUV's 

with dead baby juice from brown babies overseas

and they haul their scrap metal to the smelter

The Sunday School boys are standing in line

to get a gold star by their names

Sheep sheared and shorn

slaves they were born

enlisted as pawns in their game

They pay their taxes tithes and dues

early on sunday they shine their shoes 

and they pray to the lord on their knees

...their Grand-Master

Uncle Sam  your scrap metal

to build more guns, bullets and bombs

Uncle Sam wants your scrap metal

take your metal to the smelter

All Hail x3

All Hail the God of Abel

Union Station.

I get off the train and scoop some change from the fountain

bus-fare, a cup of coffee somewhere in a dark cafe

where I may... perchance meet the girl of my dreams

...though it seems I'm destined to wander alone in the cold, cold rain.
Everbody needs an angel sometimes
tonight I was hoping you would be mine.

and I've got this pain

aching in my chest 

I need a bullet-proof vest

I think the devil is shooting at me

the stink eye from the passers by sends a shiver up my spine

as I'm thumbing for a ride

there has got to be some kind of way out of here.
Everybody needs an angel sometimes.
tonight I was hoping
you would be mine.
Lonely, Sad, and Lost
Feel like I want to Die
Ah but then I get so high
at least three kinds of crazy
and prone to siezures too
I wouldn't get too close
if i were you.
Everybody needs an angel sometimes
tonight I was hoping that you would be mine.

I'll Be Your Jesus.

Never been one to lead or follow

satisfied to be a fly on the wall

don't try to hold me down to nothing 

I'll be there when you call my name

I'll Be Your Jesus

I'll heal you from the inside 

I'll take away your pain

I'll pour my offering on your alter

Thunder Lightening and Rain

I'll Be Your Jesus.

I ain't your Monkey on a string.

I ain't your monkey on a string

I ain't your puppet on a stick

you think you can lead me around all over town like a dog by my dick

you better rearrange your way of thinking cuz it makes me sick.

You best know your role

Im in control

Don't mind the time 

try to unwind

rest in my arms 

take a hit of this bong

I'll sing you a song

we'll make love all night long

Rest in my arms.