Dreamtime Upon the Dreamteam

0 DREAMTIME U P O N T H E DREAMTEAM

as written by Jimmy Stewart

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A Philosophical Standpoint… Encompassing a brief observational history of human evolution, cascading crumbling civilisations, professional billionaire superhuman athletes, God & Satan, poofs & puffs of smoke, and - mercifully - the redemptive power of love. Herein lies an old-skool fairy tale throwback for the modern day fallout.

A Prayer & Warning for the Great Southern Land, still so green, so gold… Couldn’t’ve done it without ya, Ostraya! The Land of Oz, the Dumb Lucky Country, The Aboriginal Land of Dreamtime. Forging forward onwards & upwards towards the American Dream, beneath our radiant Southern Cross… In joyful strains then let us sing… And let’s just keep on dreaming!

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“Judge not your woman, for you may love her less” – fortune-cookie.

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To be slipped into Michelle Bachman's suggestion box & also Felicity Cripps letterbox.x & also kept in a box & given back to Pandora at least until SOMEBUDDY opens it, hopefully 

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For my old friends & comrade babes in arms - The divine & sublime Luke Stockdale & Jasmin Kaset – With warm thanks, endless love & appreciation. You are two of the funniest most inspirational creatures I know x

Shout-out down the line to brothaz n sistaz James Rubio, Kimberley Ana de los Angeles & little dawgies Charlie, Lu-Lu & Diesel, not to mention Metal-Monkey, Earth-Horse, No Wind-No Wave, Number Ten, Jonny A. And this one's for you too Jo Jo. This is still bullshit x

Copyright pasteleft Jimmy Stewart June-July 2012 Nashville & Brooklyn USA. Completed down on the farm at “Carrigmore”, in the country of the Land of Oz, September 2012-April 2013, & still going strong in September 2014, On or off the planet, whichever galaxy you're in x

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“Dreamtime Upon The Dreamteam” by Jimmy Stewart (Acting President of the United States of Intoxication, the High-Sherriff of Nothingman, Doctor of Situations, Number Eleven). Brought to you by Waste Management, Wasted Management, & Totally Wasted Time Management Incorporatarsed.

Also by the same author… “Miserable Lamentations of an Adolescent Killjoy” (1998) “The Prophecy of the One” (2000) “The Magical Little Red Bongiorno Bicycle” (2008) “Miserable Considerations of a 30-something Train-wreck” (current work-in-progress)

About the author… Born in Melbourne in 1980, he grew up in Colbinabbin (pop. 113) until age 18 & spent the next dozen or so years gallivanting about Melbourne, Australia & Planet Earth mostly. Since 2009 Jim has lived off & on in the USA, Darwin, Adelaide, Fitzroy, Brunswick, W.A. & is currently enjoying the most of the passing of time at the farmhouse Carrigmore in Wanalta, Victoria, where the Stewart’s have resided for five generations as farmers & part-time muso’s. He could go further back, or forward, but cares not to. Let’s stay right. Here. When he’s not hard at work with farm/brain duties, or drinking tea, smoking bush bud & writing bad poetry, Jimmy moonlights on stage with his live bands Clinkerfield & The Miserable Little Bastards, who’ve both released many recordings, & as a solo performer/itinerant vagabond/general roustabout. The future is, as always, bright and mostly unclear.

For bookings/infringement notices… Waste Management, c/o 13 Mitchell St, Colbinabbin VIC Australia 3559 www.jimmystewartswonderfullife.wordpress.com

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“The stars are matter, the earth is matter, you and I are matter… …but it doesn’t matter.” – Don Van Vliet

The joke is over.

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DREAMTIME…

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“America, you ogre! You greedy engorged thief! I thank your God your time will be relatively brief. But Australia, you child! You lucky young buffoon! Do you really want to get there so soon?”

For this twenty-twelve summer heat burns with a new clear light, It's hot as hell in a hundred shitty cities here tonight. So, are we already in hell? Well, you could say we might as well be. It's what the neon signs sell me And what my friends all tell me, And it has filled me full of fright…

For I have been a moonshiner For 15 long years And I thought that drinking would get me But now I don't know what will!

Yea, I shed the same old useless tears In similar innumerable numbered years As Bobby's, Chan's and Leadbelly's blues, And all those dead and gone on through - And all you bastards still living too - All thru the endless years - Who knew?!

That all these same regrets and fears Would only bear fruitless cheers? Wasted years On whiskey and beer, Cocaine and fear. With the devil willing, Cup ever-filling, Now clouds draw near And rain is falling On deaf ears

Because: "We're already in hell." "We're already in hell!!!"

I wish we could go to hell!*

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* careful what you wish for 7

ANNOUNCEMENT: O Great Pedestrian Plebeian Pheasant Plucking Present Peasants!

Hark! For at this moment, in this late dire hour Totally Wasted Waste Management presently presents…

Thoughts and feelings to devour. A trifle sweet, a little sour. But Behold! My boat has begun to sail The case for sanity to prevail

Over vanity, greed and gluttony – hear me wail… Over fear, corruption and stupidity – hear me rail… Over apathy, bigotry and all religions – feel my nail! Against all your closed doors wars I blow a terrible righteous gale…

In the direction of you, To Whom It May Concern, Right here in this living hell I want y’all to burn as well!

Hear what I tell:

For if we're already in hell now, Well now, Mrs. Prime Minister & Mr. President! Let me tell you please, and please do allow - For what I actually meant (About already being in hell…)

Well… I would like to go to hell for a brief moments respite. Yes, I would like a spell from this infernal unearthly delight, Away from your minions and their millions of fights; Away from these interminable molten nights; Away from these blazing laboratory lights; Down from these dangerous giddy heights; It seems - on a whole – we’re none too bright!

Keep on Rocking the cradles in the growing dark On lazy afternoons in Apocalypso park Bathed in a healthy nuclear light - Waiting for the babes to wake in fright.

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8 Did you hear what he says she said he says? Do you think I look nice in my summer dress? And what's under there is anyone's guess! For look! It's Russia! And China! The Reds! Don't it make you want to bang butt heads!? O Split Korea! Wouldn't wanna be ya! Beaten to the pinch by an angry little inch, Another sub space station in the sky - another multi billion dollar cinch! Another big red button, another lamb that cooks like mutton. Another eye-sore that I saw And my sore old eyes abhor That knowledge is for cutting And privilege is for gutting. That jagged rocks are jutting And it seems the doors of sense are shutting... I can hear the old crone tut-tut-tutting… I can hear the cold drones put-put-putting… Can I get a rousing round of applause? Great world wars! Great whores! Great gaping sores! These are mighty incredible astronomical scores!

So yes! Salutations! Congratulations! And commiserations! You are all such big impressive guys! And dolls! And nations! But have you ever looked around and seen it Through your child's eyes? You trolls! Damnation!

Well if you did... You wouldn't kid, and you'd see what’s done is done Because of what we did, and look what is hid, behind the erupting sun… And do you see you act so childish? Do you see your petulance? Are these really your solutions to this poor polluted dance? Are we really all just standing round Wondering what's packing down our pants? And I wonder what reveille the snake charmer sounds When the pythons start to necromanse...

Well I have to say - it's a doomed romance. I've seen you prance, and I've had my chance To dance, and I did, But still turns the mill, And look, my honey! It has made me ill! Damned guilty as charged - The shame is enlarged - By association, disassociation, and united divided associated nations. And we're damned if we can't, and damned if we can! I am another self-made small-time criminal mental patient Man At large.

------9 THIS IS WHAT THE HEADLINES ROAR: Look! My world is bigger n yours! And listen! My song is louder n yours! And heck! My schlong is longer n yours! And feck! My shame is licking its paws! And see! My name's more tarnished n yours! And hark! My snake is more coiled n yours! And look at it's head in it's own jaws! And it swallows it's tail - never to fail - And the snail slides slimily On the tip of a nail. And look! It's squashed home is more broken than yours! And look! It's sluggish life more over than yours! And look! I'm a book chained behind giant steel doors. But look! Man the oars! Get down on all fours! A tsunami, mummy! Hear how it roars! Feel the rain, see the deluge – feel torrential new force. And let me tell you, papa - when it rains, it POURS!

And you'd best believe you'll read it and weep! Pray your soul to keep before ye sleep. And be sure to watch what's dear and yours, And be sure you're guarding at your doors. When the wind whips up and flails and lashes And tears into your back a pattern of gashes And turns the highways to multiple crashes And turns the skyscrapers into dust and ashes And heaves the oceans into gigantic splashes You better get down on the floor And the hurricane will pay you on all fours You don't want to see This slut turn to whoring... You don't want to hear The lion roaring….

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10 Too crude? Too rude? Too lewd for you dude? Well, are you glued to your attitude?! You prude! Change the mood! No sense in a feud! There’s nothing good in a sullen brood. I’d just like to share With you this food… I am in a very rare mood! Have you heard of my god? My god is so Good! That he is known as The Greater Good. And he's greater than good And he's better than sex And he always knows What's for the best And even what will happen next

And he’s also a sanctified hip hop mob From Tennessee Betchadinnasee That one comin Ya slob.

------11 Word.

Word up Get down. Go round and round, pound for pound, I got another message from the lyrical clown…

In the beginning there was the Word - so they SAID And it’s been written and spoken and heard and well read And it’s been woven and weaved by the whole roaming herd By billions of word users both living and dead But there are things you can do with the old written word That make all new science seem dull and absurd That make all rhymes seem cute and twee That makes of time a mockery Fed by endless human hypocrisy, blah-di-blah, fiddle-di-dee…

But there are things you can do with the old written word That you simply can’t do with the sword or the gun Or an army of nuclear abomination Not even music, worship, piety or religion Not the stars, the moon Not even the Sun

For all things pass to dust, it’s true But some things pass much faster or slower than you Can ever hope to see! And look, another one bites the dust just as another one comes to be…

But as long as humans rate their own glory By the words of their own remarkable story All swords and deeds, all kings and steeds And yet another bat-shit civilisation’s greed Are not even as mighty as the collected words For they bow To the stories And traditions of old Handed down through the years Each generation is told And after so many years We’re still dying for gold Getting money for jam And we’re all getting old

And, you see… In other words Only the word is true And the word is GOOD Or whatever else could choose Your Word To be.

So might as well have a GOOD one!

------12 There's nothin' down there, is there? There is nothing there in those tailored pants That I could grab or hold in my dirty hands There's nothing there worth bursting the seams Of your filthy jeans Is there? And am I right? Or am I right?! Is there nothing left of what is left? And the universe is matter; Adfrift, bereft. And you and I are matter; Guilty of theft. But it really doesn't fucking MATTER! Does it. There really aren’t that many brain cells left.

For we're just a hypocritical bunch of total cunts! Pulling cocky tricky smelly stunts! Taking risky shady daily punts In a great big fucking cockfight of runts. A game of thrones, a game of drones. A universal brain of clones. It'll take us years if it takes us months And the sirens wail on all bloody night And the cockies all do carry-on - It is such a dirty great big shit-fight, son.

Watch the cokeheads all grow cockheads, right, and lose it on the prizefight. See the cock-crows suck on popsicles of spite and get blinded by the limelight. Feel the cockroaches crawl over shit cock-rock And the spatchcock move in for the old cock block, And they cuckold suckling ‘til I feel no shock - My soul's for sale and my ass is in hock. And you're running in circles over solid rock Demanding and standing On sacred ground, Living on ancient borrowed time Down where the river has runneth dry Returning to the scene of the original crime Skinning a goanna I bought down the line, for a borrowed dime. Salvation will riddle you! One more time! And you'll get yours and I'll get mine. Don't worry buddy!!! Happens all the time.

And look! Above us flying are air force jets, And in twenty-thirteen it's for the Brooklyn NETS! And there’s Giants in San Francisco and they never lose at all! And Jay-Z and Alicia sang a New York for us all! Whilst it seems that the Yankees have dropped the ball Tossed amid bible baseball bat bashers at their all-in brawl. Are you having an absolute basket-ball!? Do you hear that lazy Southern drawl? Do you really think they "hear the call"?

T h e y s h o u l d t r y t o f u c k i n g H E A R A T A L L ! ! !

------13 What do you hear?

Shut-up, and listen.

It's the sounds of

Awkward

Silence

Glisten Sweaty in the dying light Rotting To the awful core.

I don't want to fight Tonight But shite - I've heard it all before… For sure.

And whatever - this is an unholy WAR!

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14 Well, all I've got against your swords Is my thoughts deforming into words. And all I've got against your guns Is all my rotten little puns. Hell - You sound your gong? I sound my song! You think I'm wrong? I can wait very long By the river For my enemies To float along! For my arms are puny And my flesh is weak, But you'd best listen to What I have to speak.

For what I tell May save you from Personal Hell! And then all would be swell On earth, in heaven, On Channel Seven's Live coverage of a Nervous nineties 1990’s stand By a young and gallant Michael Bevan Against Pakistan’s Best seven eleven.

Or was that Elven Sven’s from Swederland

Hitting the Wild West Indies for six. Tell Viv Richards & Big Bird I'm here for my kicks! And you've body-lined me Until all I could see Was Dennis Lillee And little bodylined me Lashing out at you Hitting you outta the ground, And pushing you down, You clown! Get outta town! Do you want me to drown? Well, give me that crown And I'll go down faster Than a bowl of delicious Italian pasta. Shared by Rupert, Kerry Their sons, and their masters And all washed down With Sherry Plastered!

------15 A dingo took my baby, a kangaroo tried to box me A grizzly ate my daddy and so I shot it for my momma.

When it’s winter it is summer and sometimes life is just a bummer. But no worries, hey, no dramas, for I can sing a life much calmer. And I can dream, dream, dream, all I have to do is dream And I don’t need an American one for I already got me some Though they seem more like nightmares and everyone’s awake

Or are they…?

“But I hope you’re doing well, son?” And well I am, Mum! I am awesome! I been shootin’ with some homies at a bro-down with their mommies! And what they tell me when they smell me, well it's pretty bloody funny!

I heard that: Slim Dusty rolled a fat one And Willie Nelson smoked it With Jimmy Carter on the White House roof. They’re all as Righteous as your husband!

And Gary Ablett could outmark anyone Yeah, he could outmark Michael Jackson And GOD was asking, “Is that my black son?” O my god – this shit is whack son! And Graham Kennedy outlived Elvis Presley Kylie outstrips Madonna in medley Jeff Fenech never fought Mike Tyson Muhammad Ali’s shakes, still snakes alive But Heath Ledger’s Joker died, young son. Sometimes you’re sold a bum, old son. Peter Allen and Bob Downe are some And Oprah and Ellen all cried, son, And Steve Irwin followed in Croc Dundees tracks And they both broke their backs Evading the stingray’s tax And that’s not a knife! This! Is just a heart on the spine Another end of the line And so swung the axe on Steve Bracks And Columbus and Cook Should be stricken from the book For by hook and by crook I am on the attack And I want you to look Because I am the living incarnation I am what in tarnation!? I’m an Australian Injun with a wild-turkey feather Cut loose in Crooklyn and I’m prayin’ whilst sayin’, “Goodbye Blue Bushwick! Hello Bright Brunswick!” This shit is whack and I gotta cut sick! And I can eat a bowl of delicious Italian pasta Faster than any of you and I am Stevie Wonder's Master Blaster. And I'll jam you ‘til the break of the Dawn Of Time.

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16 And maybe you need to get blind to get the signs? Or just open the blinds and get out some time?

Because it makes my peeling burnt skin crawl To the point where I could lose my cool And say "Fuck it all, you know-not-at-all’s!" Just lookin’ at these lying cocksuckers drool! And I do not know who is more the fool, If I don't survive the kicking mule But if I do not rise after I finally fall, then it's just a final...

To hell with you all!

Seeing as I'm already in living Hell With you all!

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17 Now the twigs are still being gathered and bound And stacked in a pyre on the windswept ground, And the faggots are still being buggered and burned By machines that are still being bought and churned, And nothing ventured, nothing learned - But your Mother is yearning for what you earn. Your Father is dreaming of what you spurn. The family looks on - expressions are stern - Your Kids Will Die SCREAMING In All That You Burn! And the witches are still being brought to the stake, The blasted bitchin' bastards on the shake and bake, The walls are fake and the brakes will break, Let me slake a steak to take the cake. And it seems the human beastie yearns Inwardly for the noose to turn And twist around in little knots Whilst the cavalry all take wild pot shots And the maggots have fluffers - they each take turns To milk the sacred cow into butter urns - And this ancient cross is too big to burn... I cannot bear it! I have to share it. There are so many strange ones who declare it and wear it, With a fool’s pride, and I die a little bit more inside With each quiver, tumescent, fat with fear - It started long and far but now draws near - And I hope that Judas kisses me To identify that I am he, And if he slips in a wagging tongue I shalt not run - I like fun! And I heard he's well hung As the deluded disciple who'll cut off my ear For the price of stickin’ it in his derriere! For I know I'll find it anywhere I go 'Cause Jesus' hand will love me, so, Good as gold, the Lord I know is watching All this bizness that we're botching And hiding in the burning grass Where the bigots take it in the arse, I can no longer listen or care Because it's obvious that they love it up there! And they must worship the totems at night! And you know they like it better, right, If your arsehole's clean and tight as shite Because they crave to know what it is like To have the devil come, right, Inside the little slum that is right Up the forbidden temple of their bum, all right! O god, it's all so dumb, right? It's all so very wrong, right? And they sing along tonight! All night!

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SING ALONG: "I'm on a downtown train; I'm with an uptown girl. She howls in labour pain, "Who will enable Cain?”

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This page has been left intentionally blank, on purpose. 20 Sweet dreams! Goodnight! 'Til the day dawns bright And the morning babes all Wake in fright And the echoes of what went bump in the night Have left blood on your shirt. Their faces rubbed into the dirt.

For I'm on a downtown train; I'm with an uptown girl. She howls in labour pain, "Who will enable Cain? Who will stop the rain? I’ll take ANYTHING for the pain!”

Another whiskey at the Labour in Vain And it seems I’ve missed my train. Is it another one down the drain? Or just another addled brain Pulling on the iron chain, Hugging onto the toilet bowls In the lavatories of your souls.

A new Mother births this nuggety pearl It's a girl And she coo's And says to the world:

"America, you ogre! You sluggish engorged thief! I pray to our God our time will be superlatively brief. But Australia, you mongrel! You stupid young buffoon! Look at you dribbling all over the silver suckling spoon!

For this twenty-twelve summer heat burns with nuclear light, It's hot as hell in a thousand shitty cities here tonight,

Because: "We're already in hell." "We're already in hell!!!"

I wish we could go to hell!"

(careful what you wish for…)

For when the bottle gets emptied Your life ain’t worth a dram.

------21 And you just don't see it, do you...

And that is how you know it's right - It's frightening, tightening - They need some enlightening, And they need some insight, Left to right, Black to white, Day to night, Fright to fight...

That they truly do need Jesus' love, But Jesus' love is wasted, love, His seed all glued and pasted, love, And Armageddon wasted, love, In a downtown bar tonight, On a rocking chair Way out of sight.

Just far enough away for today From the turkey basted And the gooseneck tasted, And the foie gras pasted, Whilst they wear their napkins folded white - And blood spots (are an ugly sight)

On the good Lord God's earthly might, all white, Against the good Lord Satan's unearthly delight, All black. Hey! That’s mine! Now Give it back! If you do not I will attack!

------22 The Balmy Army and the Smarmy Swami - Say, "When I get excited it's hard to calm me!"

So go on embalm me In my patriotic pajamas, dreaming Of Messiahs, Osamas, and Dalai Llamas Barrack Obamas, Unabombers, and all your whitegood dramas Uppers, calmers, and all the other up and cummers. Both the reds and the yellows And all the dead who still bellow Their Rumbas and Sambas For they are jolly-good fellows And the plumbers who are thumbing The calculating cash-cow Capitalist commies Calm as cool cucumbers. And so say, “All of US!” now.

It’s Dumb & Dumber Driving SUV Hummers And the dragon is stirring From it's slumbers. Do the math! Crunch the numbers… The behemoth blunders For the grand prix futura An Ace Ventura And Bananarama In black lace pajamas. Time to stop fumbling, mumblers! You’re the stars Of your own Melodramas, grumblers! Mumble jumbles, Another skyscraper tumbles. Another bombed-out family home and line Somewhere crumbles.

Do we have enough to crumbs to pay For our bungles? Our shambles and rambles And all little stumbles?

Can we plunder all the forests From the Hollywoods asunder? To pay for the cost Of what sucks us all under?

Do we have 40,000 years worth? Or more?

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I think not.

------23 Think again: Should we hock the appliances and whitegoods? Pawn the Hoodlums and hoods? Pimp the snakes, sharks and snarks? Hang the bright sparks? That suck us under?

Would it save us from our wordly grumbles? Would it leave anything at all left to wonder? Would Jimmy Stewart’s wonderful life Be swallowed whole by this wondrous strife? Would little Jimmy's painted dreams Be smeared shit-brown by these layered schemes?

‘Cos when we’ve run out of all of it We’ll stumble onwards into the Pit…

But before it tumbles

I’ve tied it into Little bundles

Of joy!

Oh boy, oh buoy, it’s a boy, another boy!

A beautiful bouncing baby boy!

And it grew up to be bigoted bonehead bastard!

Full of nothing but violence Greed And custard.

------24 Well did you wake up this afternoon and did you feel time slowly drag? Is the T.V. news giving you the blues? Todays rag making everything sag? Do you drag your face to the mirror and do you see what everyone sees? It's just another dang fool amongst a'billions of fools Playing out old Eeeeeternity….! Yes! Well I woke up this afternoon too and I sure felt time slowly drag! And that T.V. news - I can't even use! Todays rag just tells me everything's bad. And when I drag my own face to the mirror I see something - it just can't be me! It's just another blind fool amongst a'billions of fools Playing out old Eeeeeternity….!

MARCH AND SING: Do you see what you want? Then take what you want! To do what you want and then just leave what you don't want But use it all up to fill up your cup with all of that shit - it just don't matter a bit! 'Cos when we've run out of all of it… Stumble onwards into the Pit!!! Stumble on into the Pit Stumble on into the Pit C'mon get into it! Just stumble on into THE PIT!!!

THE FERRYMAN: "Well roll up, roll up now everybody! Please, please form an orderly line! There's no need to jostle! There's room for everybody! It's not a race! Everyone's a sinner so everyone's a winner! Please! An orderly line! The elderly first... Then the women and the children... Now all of you MEN! Ah, just look at you all... So big and strong and handsome... Please, quit your jostling! There is room for everyone! Yes, we'll all get there very soon... What's that? What's that I hear you say?! Yes! Of course, of course! They've got everything you could possibly ever want down there... Everything and more… Everything and much more... So come on - it might be fun!"

Well are you going to bed this evening hoping that tomorrow bring's some better things? (I hope so!) Are you hoping for some sweetness in dreamland? Perhaps you'd like some fairy dust? Or perhaps you'd rather the angel's wings?! Well, you just don't have to worry because the pit it is a'beckoning C'mon let's all get behind the great big flag Let's all march MARCH AND SING: Well if you see what you want then take what you want To do what you want and then just leave what you don't want But use it all up, go on fill up your cup with all of that shit - it just don't matter one bit! For when we've run out of all of it… Stumble onwards into The Pit!!! Stumble on into the pit Stumblin' Into The Pit Stumble on into the pit Stumble on into it C'mon, c'mon and get into it Stumble on into the pit Stumble on stumble on stumble on Tumble on rumble bumble bungle on

THE FERRYMAN: "Let's go! The ferry's here! Two for one deal today only! If you're under a certain height you can't come... Ha ha - Just kidding! Everyone's welcome. Pony rides! Yes we got pony rides! Fairy floss and candy… Laughing clowns... Tiptoeing thru the tulips... Monkeys... C'mon everybody! Follow me - I know the way! I've been there many times before. It's very, very nice… you'll just have to trust me on this. Yes! Constant non-stop entertainment from sunup til sundown And then all thru the night - it's a constant party in the pit. Yes! If you're too drunk, it doesn't matter - you can come anyway! And then, anyway, you know, you'll be better at stumbling! Ah we must be nearly there? Oh yes, yes. Look there it is, just over there, just up ahead... See that great big fiery furnace hole? Looks nice and warm doesn't it? Yes aright, ok, um, which floor would you like? Right - I'll be the bellhop. Umm.. Which floor? Oh! The basement! Of course! Everybody in? Women children elderly and all the men - good. Goody gumdrops. Oright going down… going down… going down… don't worry… don't panic… don't worry... Going way down... into the pit."

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25 Read for us, Matthew! Read for us! Read us a passage... Not that passage! [There's a vacancy]

"Saint John wrote in one of the letters: Do not be surprised if the world is not fond of you, But our brotherly love gives us true life. Anyone who has no love for others might as well be dead. We know that our lord loves us because he gave us his life to save us. Little children, we should not love each other in words only. We must show it by kind actions."

Ladies and Gentlemen: Matthew Quinn!

It's just so GOOD down here in the pit! Hmmm, Oh look! there's a convenience store! How very convenient!

[UNEARTHLY SCREAM]

[Cue ad nauseum: SH09 sonic thought expression device]

------26 And this is the way The Dream Team flogs The Old Dream Time In footsteps that will always rhyme. But The Dreamtime's bark is getting worse Than the faded Dreamteam's over bite. And Nike Air Jordan's flown from sight. Magic is infected. Bird is white. Shaquille Oneal Went down on me right. It's a great unholy corroboree for real! And pow-wow – The scoreboard's skewed outta sight!

But here they come in Heaven's holy name, And he got game and she got the same. But one by one, or two by two - They cannot even look straight at you! But they don their bloodied boxing gloves, And it rains on down from heaven above, And the crowd cheers on whoever they love, And the motherfuckers push and shove. And rub-a-dub-dub, Three men in a tub. And it's a ding-a-ling-ling, Twelve rounds in. And no-one ever wins A tug of war On a puppet string.

It don't mean a thing If someone doesn't swing. Means No Thing. So sing! Sing! Sing!

Oh, teenage mutant ninja turtle doves! Who've forgotten how to make sweet love! All you need is love, my loves! And love is all you need, my doves! And I don't understand how we achieved such speed, Indeed! I can see the trees - who planted the seeds?

Because no-ones in the cockpit - SHIT! And you just can't control all of it ‘Cause the big bit's just a little bit! And everybody knows its SHIT! Everyone knows it is a cock-up, right, And you can be sure it's on the rocks tonight, Teetering on the edges, right, On the precipices of the pit WE FIGHT.

------27 I can see from your ignorance yas learn nothin' at all! Yer still in the sandbox with yo backs to it all, Bowling severed heads from a terrorized East - In the name of which God?! You deluded priests! - And you roll them down your sterile white halls Saying, "Hark! I'm heeding Jesus' call!" But something has got you by the balls And it's Onward Christian Soldiers to the shopping mall! And you’re driving each heads against the wall - Yes - I've seen it all! I've been it all - And I don't want to see no more.

For now your dumping grounds are bursting And it's far too late for blasphemous cursing. See it spilling over the brim? Watch the light as it grows dim. The yellow sickle cuts your flaccid pickle And the little nips no longer tickle.

I see your red flag waving to the red bull, All energies emptied, now the Minotaur pulls, And it's snorting through its golden ring, Cavorting like a drunken king Along another chain of fools To cool for their elementary schools…

So if this ain’t too much for you - If you’re still here hearing then we ain’t quite through - Well, notice the pit isn't quite all the way full - If you’re still on the chain you still gotta pull. So don't forget that you are still right here - You ain't quite all the way there Just yet.

And the first thing that you should try to do Is go down unto the ocean blue And toss it all in there, yeah anywhere! Or dump it under the desert sun And if the colours start to run You can throw it all on me, for fun! I could take it all away, it's true! Or I can take it all the way for you, And I can take it anyway you do, Or half way, any day it's due, For I'm just about as gay as you. Yes, I'll take what I can get From you - Perhaps even if I take It to The Hilt - Too much Guilt spilt For you?

------28 Who's afraid of the back door man?! Do you think that he lacks class? Whoah man! Little Jack Horner, go think in your corner! And little white boy, go pick up your toys! What's up your Khyber Pass, ahoy! Don't fuck with my black ass, schoolboy! Snakes moving in the grass - apres moi! Fornicating hornets fly past in convoy.

Believe you moi…

You've got your own locked doors, girl, And your bottom dresser drawers, boy, In your turgid concealed past, man - Is that your pounded gaping ass, miss? Haven’t you all been sucking on this, miss? This sour cocky's piss, it's bliss!

You should try it! Then try not to buy it! You can’t possibly hope to try to Deny it!

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29 All through the pummeled punctured piles of your fetid flatulent files And along the mangled meters of your molested misunderstood miles These bitter bricks, I forecast, should pass Like so many shards of shattered glass From the bloody upper class, so coy, To the blasted lower caste, with guns. And your bare white pimpled arse in the sun Is a flabby horrid farce that runs, And you are not a man quite yet, old son, Just an en masse over produced Toy Boy.

But a constipated brick Won't pass. Outclassed. It is too thick! It sticks. It stays after class In the dunces corner with Little Jack Horner And scratches it’s head, and spins on it’s arse.

Since you smashed it on my prick, Rid Dick, May's well stick it in my gash, Mad Damn, And when you've done your dash, dear Mum, I'll give you back your cash, ol' Dad. Just let me bash this hick, Auld Nick, Before he knocks someone out with his dick, Sir Mick.

This is My ice around Your pick, Boy, My glass raised to Your tricks, Girl. But this time I pass The class so fast That you had to wonder: "Oy Vey! Vas is das?!"

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30 What you want me to do? I’m looking straight at you! Do you want me there? I can come real quick! I just beat my stick And I'm not that sick Just in a clique That you won't even Try to understand. Butt Man, At St. Peter’s gate Would masturbate A pearly necklace A sticky web of spam For the giant’s face. And maybe then Wham bam Thank you, ma’am A fall from Grace? Flat on your face? Is the spade an ace?

But I don't give a damn, Uncle Sam Pink Panther, or… Samantha Ma'am!

Those offended God Damn! Try to understand!

And pardon me ma’am, This squalor and bedlam, I’d take another kilogram. I can take it! That’s how strong I am. And That’s how silly I am That man is Sam? Then Sam I am! But I wish you could see me on my happy home land – And we’d sort out the blessed, the cursed and the damned - Instead of your finger, won’t you give me your hand? I want to take you to hear A rugged rock of a band Who you will understand

These songs I will sing to The Promised Land.

------31 Regardless of countless women and men And the space that is between all of them, The broken right wing again and again Will slip it in To the sideways grin Of the broken left wing, And it don't mean a thing Among a bunch of men If it ain't got that swing, Singin’: "Do-wop, do-wop, do-wop Do-wop, diddy diddy, do-wop, a diddy wah yeah…"

And it swings, it grins. And I sing, and it spins:

"But yeah, but nah... But nah, but yeah…"

Banana-na-na’s everywhere!

But I love these people and I miss my friends And I would love to see you again.

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Como te llama?

Mi amigo siempre?

Tienes fumar? Tiene fuego?

You've heard the call! Let's burn it all!

Cinderella arrives to the Fire Ball! On a midnight whistling cannon ball.

And Cinderella screeches, “To Hell with you all! This is my god damn ball!”

And at Midnight On the palace steps She stumbles and falls.

------32 You fuck! You schmuck! You quacking duck!

You've punched me in the gut - hut hut! Now see me sway on the ropes of smut, Clinging desperately to daily dashed hopes That I’ve daily medicated with dopes.

Because I can no longer cope, no nope, With any more false Popes, no nope, No more patented fatherly gropes, no nope - Under billowing priestly robes I've moped

Floundering broken-down in muddy ruts, Fumbling beaten on ropes that cut, I jam with mad musicians, Invite the devil in with whiskey I dance with ancient goddesses, Even though I know it’s risky I laugh with murderers and magicians and I dine with sassy sluts, But I’ve never had the privilege of any of the President’s mutts, And so I have to trust my sickened gut - Yes, there are many doors I've had to shut.

Now, please bring the saintly soap and a chair, And bring some rope, and bring the mayor, And blow holy ghost sacred water smoke On the hangman's sticky bloodied rope.

And we're all in like Errol Flynn On ubiquitous intangible gratuitous sin And this very thin dastardly joke. It's the same old lines - it's just a matter of time! Before your visions are realized In the pantomime of your own design. The lava moves, the tumour grows The cancer is happy - no longer benign. So before I choke on poisoned yolk. I will be rid of this awful yoke Around my neck So's to enjoy Gregory Peck On the cedarwood deck. Buggering it all to heck.

And you wanna know what I’ll do after the show? I'll swing by the knackers from the rafters below! With a yo-ho-ho and a bottle of cum, and a fe-fi-fe-fi-fe-fo-fum, We'll grind their bones to make our rum. And if there’s an afterparty I want everyone to come! At once!

And I'd hope to God that you'd all agree And see that you really ARE totally free - Dumb - And at least as half as dumb-ass Gay as hell as me!

------33 And if I drown in the seaman's soup, Well, it's just cos I wanted outta the coop - I never wanted in the loop! So don't bother coming knocking at my stoop, And don't try searching For me, You see, Because I am lost - I've paid my cost - I've climbed the highest tree I could see In the whole godforsaken vicinity, Far from the Sodom of the city, And I don't want to be found!

Til Gomorrah, Tomorrah, when the fat lady’s sung The fat men all the way to Götterdämmerung! So listen up, fella, And I’ll bet you a tenner That the pit of Gehenna Shares the same well stocked cellar As hallowed Valhalla. Nothing, if not Interstellar! But listen up, Doc, And don’t say I didn’t tell ya! If you’ve been down there Well you nose I will smell ya!

And if the river don’t wash All our sins away Well Judgement Day, Christmas Day, Sunday, And every single Fucking Day, Could never take my blues away.

And even if you see me on the ground, That doesn't mean I want to be found. It just means I'm dancing all around The drowning frown, The pounding clown, The little town The going down, And all the colours beige black brown That wore me down. And nothing is new In red white and blue. And nothing is new So What to do?

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This page has accidentally been left unintentionally blank, to mirror your blank stares, & is dedicated to the memory of the water in the river that flows down the mountain… (For the sake of Convenience, we apologises for any inconvenience caused, and we will be with you shortly) This call may be monitored for training purposes. Please wait a moment… Beep… beep… beep… Oh, that’ll be the fridge door.

36 Oh! This rapturous day would be A day that would delight me so! It'd simply light my face aglow, If one fine day I got to see A time when one and all Of you and me Are marched again into the sea…

And if the Red Dead Black Sea parts And civilisation stumbles and slips and starts To slide it's private precious parts back in The good old faithful original sin, And in and out and in again - Oh men! Squelch, squirt, burp and part again Right back down where it all starts and ends… Well what’s a few jokes between friends!? What’s a few tokes of the ol’ back end!? What’s a sniff or a scratch by a man’s best friend? What’s a few pipe smokes to a mind that bends!? Get as much as you can! Before it ends!

Sing a song of War! : And why can’t we be friends? Why can’t we be friends? Why can’t we be friends? Why can’t we be friends?!!!

Don’t let no-one… no-one… get you down… Because if they do… if they do… I’ll be around - I’m as omnipotently omniscient As any gods that you’ve found.

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Until it's done, give the oven a bun - The wishful old beget more willful young, And still they're told That whole kingdoms come, And it will be done On fragile earth as it is in fractured heaven. Well surely it's only quarter to seven? But the clock turns to half past a monkeys ass nine over eleven. It's really only a matter of, "When?" And, if not now, then when? My friends?!

Let's burn that bridge when we cross it. Let’s pick that shit up after we’ve tossed it.

If you can build it up you can smash it down again, And poor old Michael Finnigan... …began again...

------37 Far be it from me To not be Already Burning in the Red Dead Black sea, Shouting: "Lordy Crikey Moses Heck!" "Aaron is cashing dodgy cheques!" "Rebekah has left a love bite on my neck!" "Olivia Newtown-John's taking Gregory Peck!" "And the Pharaoh's Tomb is a ransacked wreck!" "And the ship is heaving us across the deck!" “And it’s buggering us all straight to heck!” And I am just a little Gregory speck!

At which The Moon and it's Tides rage. Against me. The scorned fornicating Hordes parade before me. And the glades of Hades are wagering for me. Seven billion spades are digging on me. And a number of ladies are wigging on me.

And I dig it. All the way to China. And nothing could be finer Than taking sweet young Carolina All the way To China In the moo-orn-ing...

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Now, Dig me...!

Because what I really want to say Is THIS:

Almost N O T H I N G . . .

Because…

None of it really matters against the putrid hot precipitous mense Of the gathering violent storms I sense, That I've seen before, but Hold on! Now they're dense, and It'll send y'all scrambling 'cross the killing floor Now clamoring madly for the back door. GONE!

We've had the slaughter – but before the dawn Let's have some more! I desire to mourn.

------38 So If you want to know where the wind does blow (nowhere) Or where the fire goes when it goes out… (nowhere) If you want to guess where the soul goes to rest (nowhere) Or where the curses go when they get blessed… (nowhere) If you want to know where the spirit does go (nowhere) Or what the wind is doing when it stops Blowing (nothing) Let me tell you now, let me tell you now Let me tell you now what I think (nothing):

It goes nowhere! It goes nowhere! It goes nowhere To nothing At all

If you want to know what's there lurking underneath the stair (nothing) Or what the hell is true in front of you (nothing) When you been runnin up your debt and you wanna know what's left (nothing) When you can no longer tell what's wrong or right (nothing) If there's any doubt, I got it all laid out (nowhere) And if you ain't sure I got some more (of nothing) If there's ever any doubt well I got it all laid out (nowhere) Laid out on the floor Well if you ain't sure, I got some more (of nothing) If you still ain't sure I got the cure (for nothing) Let me tell you now, let me tell you tell you now Let me tell you now what I think (nothing):

We all got nothing! We all got nothing! Absolutely nothing! Taking it nowhere! We all got nothing! Absolutely nothing! We all got bagfuls of nothing Taking it nowhere Nowhere at all Li-di-di-di-di-di-di-di-di-da-di-da-die!

Whole bagfuls of (nothing) Whole piles of (nothing) And a great big wonderful looming destination Called (nowhere) Can't wait to get there… (nowhere) It's gonna be good when we get there… (nowhere)… isn’t it? I'm really looking forward to it.

What’s that?

Nothing.

------39 Behind the news of the popular newspaper, Under the standing room only of the shiny stadium, In the far arse ends of the colossal arena, Up the colon of the community colosseum, And at the altar of the throne There is Just a flock of sheep Who cannot keep Safe from the storms And demon forms Building again, sevenfold, tenscore, Their masks deform And my spirit is torn. The path is worn And the hot salt bath is getting warm, It bubbles and boils, simmering rancid essential oils, And the tension turns red-faced-crazy people blue - All screaming bloody murder, blaring their horns -

And yelling at you... “Get out of my way This is MY payday!” “Everytime I honk my horn I wish YOU never were born!”

And it grows worse still… Will they ever have their fill? Of

"KILL KILL KILL IT'LL CRUSH THEIR WILL IT'LL MAKE THEM ILL! GIVE THEM PILLS - THEY WON’T NOTICE AND MAYBE THEY NEVER WILL! WE’LL GET THEM TO WORSHIP A DOLLAR BILL! AND IT'LL ONLY COST US A FEW LAZY MILL! THEN MARCH THEM UP TO THE TOP OF THE HILL! AND MARCH THEM DOWN AGAIN!"

It truly is a bitter pill...

And you humans All hollow Who wallow It follows: That I don’t spit - I swallow.

------40 Gulp.

Before the drought we had the rain And before it broke 'twas years of pain And before this joke 'twas all the same And now the storm returns again And I got a head full of rain and a heart full of puddles And a heart turned to fountains and a gut all in muddles Now a gut full of churning and a head full of burning For a world still turning with nobody learning That these cattle to water are leading lambs to the slaughter And we sons of Zion ain’t gonna get no quarter… For a fistful of anger and a boot full of troubles An eyeful of danger and a glassful of bubbles Now a mind turned to stone and a heart gone to rubble I was swimming in an ocean and ended up in a puddle Came down to drink saw the cow stuck in the mud Swallowing its words and chewing its cud

Burp.

Now this head full of rain and heart full of puddles Starts in my thoughts like a storm from the south And it streams as a fountain down into my heart And the puddles form a river that flows from my mouth So I slip on my gumboots and walk right on over Stand right next to that river stroking my chin And before thoughts turn to rain again And it all starts to drain again I cackle and cross myself And jump right on in

To a soul full of yearning and a spirit full of stubble On a belly full of fire and an arse full of trouble With a heart full of ice and a gut full of rubble Now a head full of rain and a heart full of puddles Forms a crust And I rust And splinter To shards But I must I must It's all that I trust No need to cuss It's been on the cards And this too will bust Ash to ash, dust to dust

Que sera, que sera, Anathema Ephemera I am And you have become Me.

εϕημερα

------41 For better or worse I've opened my purse And it's a weighty everlasting curse, With a very wet and heavy nurse Who drives the hearse For a dying West - At her sagging breasts are All the best Most insidious pests - It's par for the course And the wetter the better But still it could get even worse.

And so just before I've had enough, Instead of fighting I say, “I like it rough!” Instead of yielding I mount the golden calf. Instead of flying I just free the dove. Instead of dying I just do it tough. Instead of lying I loose my love. Instead of crying I can chose to laugh.

For even if you've had enough, Well, you just gotta call your own bluff.

At least until Enough’s enough and I ain’t quite had enough Yet.

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42 When the heavenly levee broke The spirit spoke - and this ain't no joke - I was up a tree, looking down on me And it said: "Forget the dead" I want to live! And I could’ve jumped But instead I pumped A moment. A gift. The angle shifts. The attitude of the fog Shifts Like snowdrifts Over the bog. It spits: "I am born."

Born anew, and Born for you Who knew These whispers in the wind as it blew?!

For now when I hear the hammering hail, Like a memory forgotten it begins to rail. It bruises me black and washes me clean - These filthy streets, what could it mean? Why the lighting licks at my blistered feet...? Why the thunder rolls and splinters the heat...? Why all the people all look so tired and beat…? And everyone else is just pieces of meat…?

Ah, but the summer rain smells pungent and sweet…! And one fine day we will meet And if not on the lawn Then in the morn’ Someday finally Hopefully, surely Under the next full moon Milky way tonight Praying for a fool one Sorely As I might

Ah, but that summer rain smells pure and light…! And if we think we can, Then I think I might With all my mighty mitre 10 and 11 And all medium median numbers 9 and 7 And 22 and 33 Can all go to heck and down on me Let’s call for more at 44 And encore encore for many more! And the evening going’s on going down Turns the evening gown’s morning upside down All the way to heaven, glory! And back again As the Sun and the Moon Take their rest In your pure sweet breast And you can have my best Of my emotions, potions And love, my dove. What a wild notion!

------43 And so I am in the basement of my bunkered mind Where I recoil to wait and hide Breaking in Midnight to ride, From deep inside to the dire outside. And my thunderous horse Understands lightning force, And a horse is a horse - Of course, of course…

But I gaze toward the gathering dawn And we ride to where a new dream forms Of a Mansfield angel nineteen-eighty-four born And a Stawell gift, recently torn And battle-worn as Jimmy Crack Corn And I don’t care, but I do, laid bare And given the horn at Wilkins and Kent Painted gold to seem more bold And the King and I just sing and I Could he high but I could be bent Or just don’t know wherefore whither I’m sent For Bridget’s gift of desert dust From moonlit Arabia is a certain must And I must’ve sworn or I could’ve cussed As Natalie hands me an Agate black rock I couldn’t do more than Mortensen mock And Half Moon Bay is miles away All these smiles are so light and gay And smiling faces don’t always tell the truth But do you remember Rebecca? Do you remember Ruth? As I slide between them like ancient dust Or piles of salt, like that’s my Lot And we meet in the winter on a convent lawn. And we go to pasture and ruin and pot But Rachel appears like a fairy fawn And she sings to me of magic then takes my hand Down a garden path to her golden band, And on a Bermagui boat we begin to float Out onto the oceans from this little moat, And we grind our stones for a makeshift bed Singing, “Darn the world with golden thread!” “Into an orb 'round which our tendrils curl!”

From the turrets let these new flags unfurl Billowing out for my beautiful girl… “Come down this open road into an open heart Through an open mind across the open ocean.”

I have four of love's divine nine finest potions! And she has coolly intoxicating lotions For these wild notions Of a magic, faraway moonshine fair, And she sings like a siren of the sunshine there And the big rock candy that is everywhere And seals the deal with the picture of a home-cooked meal. The hunger I feel Is real.

------44 And as patient as the big rock mountain I am as spouting as an ornamental fountain, Because on the craggy moors of Carrigmore When the sky is dry, well, it's in the bore.

And as unruly as a mountain range I do not fear the aeons of change, Or moments insane from denizens deranged, And all things considered, it's not that strange For I'm just another horny goat Circling outer space precipices in a boat, And in the depths of inner space I find a moat, And in the middle this lady bows her head and there Rapunzel lowers her long auburn hair, Allows me to moor here where I float And welcomes me under her winter coat.

Oh Lord! I shouldn't boast, I must not gloat But read between the lines what wrote! Yea - Sometimes I find it impossible to care, but She makes me feel lighter than the air! And I float! In bleak and gray, she brighten's my day! And when she shines the weather's fine - I'd be selfish to want her all for mine! And all good things Will come in good time.

But I am gladly diffused by sweet dreams of her, My mind miles away in a binary whirr, The boundaries form currents, the edges blur My horse is now galloping, urged by the spur Ships sail to you there, across the seas of The Pacific oceans and the sands of time. And just when I thought I'd seen it all, An electric dream angel floats through the wall, And disrobes slowly - such a foreign striptease - Madam, please me - If you please! I'll get down on my knees until they seize, But won't you please step out of the line? I’d have you, por Hoy, And for anytime.

I've climbed all the trees And smelt all the breezes And I think it's gonna be fine this time. And I'm not stupid - I've seen the signs - And this might well be Love all-time.

If we learn all the lines From the long, long line And time immemorial Watches on.

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45 Word!

God strikes the gong! It's been too long. And Sam Cooke's change has got to come, And I got some spare change in a bag on my bum. So just shut-up, and sing along:

"We were born by the river in a little tent And just like the river we've been running ever since"

It's been a long, long time Coming. But I'm whistling! I'm humming! Do you hear in the jungle The villagers drumming:

“Ireland was raped and pillaged by Spain Whilst the Swiss Alps were known by many names. And the nomads that wander the aeons of change Have seen smouldering Japanese gardens filled with graceful cranes. And as I was rendered flat and ancient by Victorian plains You were built steep and graceful by a Snowy Otway range - Now the Sun casts a shadow Where the Moon has no name.”

And though we were born by similar rivers We've been running just the same. And though the Dream Team summer brings me the shivers The Dream Time winter sings me your name.

And I thought I might’ve glimpsed you once on a V-Line train But who knows? And where were you?! Whilst I was getting lost in strange countries and cities, All the same…

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46 Now songs like water grow on fresh high clouds... And muse: "Who is She?" beneath her shrouds And: "Who are We?" among the crowds? A vision bolt of moon and tide? A pure hope for the most blessed ride?

I've come out many times before And now I come inside, for sure,

To see...

That I have come to wonder and doubt Why ever do I kick and shout? And flout life and love that I hold as true? Now you look at me and I look to you And I see it all in sweet relief: I am no prince, but a gypsy thief, Though you are the princess of my heart - And far and above this stands apart.

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Now I walk alone without belief But for this hell on earth there's a heaven I know; And who really knows where it all will go, But the only truth and faith I hold (Don't listen to anything else you've been told)

Is:

I see you and I among the gold And you have made me feel more bold, And we’re only as guilty as the years we are old, And the orb weaves a thread through the tales we've told, And the thread knits a quilt to warm a bed that was cold, And now everything I would like to hold Will bring me home To you.

Mon bisous! xox

THE WATER IN THE RIVER THAT FLOWS DOWN THE MOUNTAIN

WELL I WONDER HOW LONG I’D HAVE TO SIT IN THE RIVER BEFORE IT WASHED ALL MY SINS AWAY?

WELL I’M QUITE SURE I’D JUST HAVE TO SIT THERE FOREVER, FOR I’M A SINNER BOTH NIGHT AND DAY, YES I AM.

AND I WONDER HOW LONG I’D HAVE TO PRAY IN THE CHURCH-HOUSE ‘FORE ALL OF MY FAULTS WERE FORGIVEN?

WELL I’M QUITE SURE I’D JUST HAVE TO KNEEL DOWN FOREVER JUST TO PAY FOR THE COST OF LIVING.

AND I WONDER HOW FAR I’D HAVE TO STRAY FROM THE SCHOOL-HOUSE TO FORGET ALL THAT I HAVE BEEN TAUGHT?

WELL I’M QUITE SURE THAT I’LL KEEP ON WALKING FOREVER JUST TRYING TO GET BACK TO NAUGHT…

ZERO!

AND I WONDER HOW FAR I’D HAVE TO DIG DOWN THE MINE-HOLE ‘FORE I FOUND MY FORTUNE IN GOLD?

WELL I’M QUITE SURE I’D JUST HAVE TO DIG IT FOREVER, ‘CAUSE THAT IS THE SHIT I GOT SOLD.

AND I WONDER HOW LONG I’D HAVE TO STAY IN THE POOR-HOUSE TRYING TO USE ALL THAT I HAVE LEARNED?

WELL I’M QUITE SURE THAT I WILL JUST STAY THERE FOREVER JUST A’WISHING FOR ALL THAT I HAVE SO YEARNED.

AND I WONDER HOW LONG I’D HAVE TO WORK IN THE WHORE-HOUSE ‘FORE I EVER DO GET AHEAD MYSELF?

WELL I’M QUITE SURE THAT I’LL JUST HAVE TO KNEEL DOWN THERE FOREVER ‘CAUSE THAT IS HOW GOD MAKES MY BED.

OH MY GOD. HO MY DOG.

AND I WONDER HOW LONG ‘FORE I’M THROWN IN THE JAIL-HOUSE FOR ALL THE WRONG THINGS I HAVE DONE?

WELL I’M QUITE SURE THAT IT WILL NOT BE THAT MUCH LONGER BECAUSE JEEPERS! I’VE HAD ME SOME FUN!

AND THEN I WONDER HOW LONG I WOULD SIT IN THE GUTTER BEFORE SOMEBODY THREW ME A BONE?

WELL I’M QUITE SURE THAT I WOULD JUST SIT THERE FOREVER, I AIN’T THE ONLY ONE WHO’S BROKE AND ALL ALONE.

AND I WONDER HOW LONG I WILL LIE IN THE GRAVEYARD JUST A’WAITING FOR JUDGEMENT DAY?

WELL I’M QUITE SURE THAT I WILL JUST LIE THERE FOREVER ‘CAUSE I WON’T REALLY CARE

NO I DON’T REALLY CARE, IT’S NEITHER HERE NOR THERE

AND I DON’T CARE EITHER WAY AND OH I JUST DON’T CARE THAT MUCH ANYWAY!

WELL I WONDER HOW LONG I’D HAVE TO SIT IN THE RIVER BEFORE IT WASHED ALL MY SINS AWAY

WELL I’M QUITE SURE THAT I’D JUST HAVE TO SIT THERE FOREVER FOR I’MA SINNER BOTH NIGHT AND DAY

YES, I’M A SINNER IN EVERY WAY

YES, I’M A SINNER ‘TIL JUDGEMENT DAY

AND SO I THINK THAT I’LL JUST GO AND SIT IN THE RIVER UNTIL IT WASHES IT ALL AWAY

FOR I GUESS THAT THE WATER IN THE RIVER THAT FLOWS DOWN THE MOUNTAIN

IS THE ONLY THING THAT’S PURE

SURE AS I CAN SAY

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"It's over, it's over, it's over… it's ooooooooover!" - Roy Orbison