1/22/07
Waiting for the Miracle
Waiting for the Miracle
I’ve been working on this song for years. Finally finished today. Music, recording, words, and voice are me, some bass was played by Cpt. Orr
lyrics:
perfection speaks of heat-seeking spores
waiting for my dirt nap
the feeding frenzy
fresh meat soil
the planet wants to re-collect my body
thinks my mind is on borrowed time
the only solution is to pay my dues with 50 kis of flesh
but no plant told me where i go
i wonder if they even know
what happens when i join the earth
is it death or a re-birth?
can they calm my fears and claim
conscious continuity
or does that mean anything really?
guess i didn't eat sufficient psychotria
i'll just wait
for the miracle
i'll just wait
for the chemical
i'll just wait
till they synthesize
perfection
be down in down time
while the wind blows
and perfection gestates in a petri dish
chime whines in down time
while the wind blows
and perfection impregnates a Royal Bush
perfection speaks of heat-seeking spores
waiting for my dirt nap
the mundane death
on a morphine drip
i'll snivel from the cradle to the early grave
before they save my ass from the hungry grass
can't put my faith in flora, i'm no flower nor a fruit
and no seeds will sprout from me with
my remainder in the freezer singing
i'll just wait
for the miracle
i'll just wait
for the chemical
i'll just wait
till they synthesize
perfection
kept alive to the final wheeze
the last death wish, then the freeze
cryo-genius clique, genetic freak
securing meek's inheritance
my sectors of service in a
low capacity hard drive will be
honored in apotheosis of organic greed
to each according to his need
why does the world seem a different shade
when i'm bouncing words off my highs and lows?
i'll just
take it for fate
take it for metabolism
serotonin flux
take drugs
never take them into account
i'll just wait
for the miracle
i'll just wait
for the chemical
i'll just wait
for the castle to open its doors
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2 comments:
Wow- I love that song! It's kindof 80s fantasy-existential-angst anthem-esc. - and more! You should definitely put that up onto New Music Canada!
Congratulations! I'll be playing that again for sure. You're so musically talented- and that one amazing piano part near the middle was wonderful- and I loved the end... And 'death nap?' is that a common expression or did you just make it up?
Sorry for gushing inarticulately- but there it is.
Thanks a lot for your comments haesel - "dirt nap" is not my expression, it belongs to the ages
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