Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Sunday, August 07, 2011

Bound Down

there are words in paradise
that people use just like an axe
these same folks parade all day
quoting useless facts
sometimes thoughts rise above the sky
and break on through the clouds
releasing all the endocrines
and stirring up the crowds

looking down the avenues
receding in the vapors
we remark the lack of stars
as we barbecue the neighbors
someone spilled some chemicals
upon the afterlife
it's suddenly evolving
get used to all the strife

bound down, bound down, bound down
heading to the ground, ground
ground, ground
sound, sound, all around
sound, sound
in the afterlife
bound down, bound down, bound down
heading to the ground, ground
ground, ground
sound, sound, all around
sound, sound

miscreated misanthropes
stumble down the halls
jupiter is howling
while playing with his balls
the flora and the fauna
righteous in their quest
formed a new alliance
pray that you will be their guest

cuz' they are:
bound down, bound down, bound down
heading to the ground, ground
ground, ground
sound, sound, all around
sound, sound
in the afterlife
bound down, bound down, bound down
heading to the ground, ground
ground, ground
sound, sound, all around
sound, sound

biochemical structuring
caught inside the lair
atoms multiplying
while DNA is squared
ghosts and angels crumbling
no one conducts the choir
heaven goes to hell again
and tells stories by the fire

cuz' they are:
bound down, bound down, bound down
heading to the ground, ground
ground, ground
sound, sound, all around
sound, sound
in the afterlife
bound down, bound down, bound down
heading to the ground, ground
ground, ground
sound, sound, all around
sound, sound

there are words in paradise
that people use just like an axe
these same folks parade all day
quoting useless facts
sometimes thoughts rise above the sky
and break on through the clouds
releasing all the endocrines
and stirring up the crowds

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I wrote these lyrics today, Sunday, August 7th, the occasion of my 53rd birthday--so it goes.

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2 Comments:

At 5:49 PM, Blogger Oscar said...

Happy Birthday Frank! Good stuff, as usual. If you don't knock it off, I'm gonna have to buy a printer.

 
At 5:57 PM, Blogger mjs said...

Thanks Oscar--my best to you and yours!

 

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