"joy mocks the tower"
____
"forethought"
Sacred screams and joyous dreams
These are the things this world is made of.
Dancing towers in sunshine showers
Hours pass while our demons cower.
Power is as the pain it causes
But flowers will love
The one
Who pauses the most.
! A Toast ! to the ones
Who halt in their motion to smell
In this noisy Hell
The bravest hearts will fight to
Stop themselves and see the light through
Though it assaults the senses inside them when
Might isn't right ...
But wins.
Sins pass between us and ourselves.
Which one of us is right ?
The other one's might.
Will that wisdom protect us ?
No.
It's just a stone's throw
To another dolorous blow,
A king is just a thing anyway ...
He's not a man,
He's just a walking talking plan.
So who do You want to be today ?
Ban it !
He didn't plan it.
It's all fallen out with the lord master's rhyme.
So follow the time line until you find
It was all just another hard climb.
And now
We are nearing
The top.
Don't stop.
Don't ban it.
He didn't plan it !
It's all about that wonderful time
When he finally finds
His finest rhymes
Have Soured.
We will survive.
All we need to do is just stay alive.
So our children grandchildren
May someday see
More Flowers.
The powers that be
Will never set us free
I hope that one day we can finally see
This never really was about you and me.
Our children grandchildren
And their children will come
So many more ...
Our daughters,
Our sons,
They dream with a gun.
Don't you know that what you're choosing today
Will leave them no choice but to become ...
A whore on the floor you would deplore some more
Just before you would pay them Not ?
It's your Own burden and beast
Which betrays them, so Feast !
Some more ...
and more ...
and more ...
Until our children's grandchildren are laden.
Forethought.
____
________
________
____
"still"
In a dream of yesterdays song
Turned cold spray in the todays of tomorrow,
As winter's death's knelling to life in the spring wind
I heard the last gasp of a dying nightmare.
And then I watched it burn.
To hear nightmares scream
is to hear the angels sing -
"Is it true, is it true ?"
Have you ever seen the purest Seraphim fight ?
Do you know what they were made for ?
Have you never seen
The blood of beast ...
From broken vessels pour ?
"Is it true, is it true, is it true ?
To hear a demon scream
is to hear an angel sing ?"
I'm afraid the answer is yes ...
But it was still a scream most true.
____
________
________
____
'rubble and sticks' - a prelude to "Asherah"
In divides of lines upon the map
Distinctive linguistics do always prevail.
The succinct do sing and twist their wicks,
Down dusty dark hallways, dim candles they wail.
So pound
The nail
And string
The bodice.
Old ribbon and twine ...
So fine
So fine ...
We live in our lines
Along
The trap !
The lap of the Goddess not ours to define
Unwind into time
Divine
And tap !
She's more than a tree
Do you like to breathe ?
She never did care what you like to believe ...
We are
Alive
And we've
Received
The veins
Our vines which are filled with her sap !
So praise Her and face Him for Glorious creation.
Don't debase Her, deface Him
! With your notorious infestations of bricks !
...
through divides of line and over the trap,
in the rubble of towers i scour for sticks.
____
________
________
____
'Asherah' - a 3/4 ballroom cotillion.
(orchestra warm up)
To dance
Between
The towers
And spin
My joy to the wind
"It's
A sin
It's
A sin ... "
So let the enjoyment begin
! Again !
(music)
I scoured for hours beneath the blue towers I found enough sticks
The clock it still ticks.
The powers and flowers received and devoured and now we do lick
The ants from the sticks.
Then when the taste sours, we eat our own flowers and that is how towers begin
! Again !
So spin again
And turn again
Begin again
We burn again.
Return again
To sin again
To learn again
We'll never
Win
This
Way ...
So play and spin
And dance all day
And maybe you
Should stay away
I do never want to see ...
See you cry again.
When will this
Joy dance end
My God, He says
I've sinned again
He never was
My God of Joy
Calling for service just like
A boy ...
Deploring my soaring He acts with cold scoring and warring with Love
He's sinned
Again
God's sinned
Again
So let the joy dance
Begin
! Again !
I scoured for hours beneath the blue towers as powers and flowers received and devoured then when the taste sours we eat our own flowers and that is how towers begin
! Again !
So spin again
And turn again
Begin again
And burn again.
Return again
To sin again
To learn again
We'll never
Win
This
Way ...
So play and spin
And dance all day
And maybe you
Should stay away
I do never want to see ...
See you cry again.
I'll dance a joy dance and I'll spin to the chance that tornadoes will prance to their hurricane dance with the quaking to beat in the joy at my feet so replete with deceit this world lies incomplete and until we do meet and do dance the same beat
Don't tell me I sin !
Joy sets me to spin
! The Wind !
Deliver the hour we come into power the lightning will shower and then we will laugh ~
ha
ha
ha
How are the towers forbidden to flowers inside them they cower we bang on the door
for hours and hours and how are we flowering in
this horrible storm ?
Our forms
are torn
our dreams
are shorn
forlorn
we mourn
the death of our birth.
ha
ha
ha
How are we going to keep going on when we keep looking back the days long gone
gone
gone are the days we remember much better than ever they actually were !
in fact !
The pact that we made
while lying in shade
afraid it was made with no mirth !
The end of the world
is not end of we ~
we
will be
and we be free
so bend
no knee
unto
the sea,
remember the tree
that shade
d'thee
and fear
not for
human
ity ~
I swear to myself and to all of the powers they won't
stop
me.
So !
If I'm alive
then so is my tribe
and if we're alive
the species survives
and we will outlast ~
! The Tower !
____
________
____
"forethought"
Sacred screams and joyous dreams
These are the things this world is made of.
Dancing towers in sunshine showers
Hours pass while our demons cower.
Power is as the pain it causes
But flowers will love
The one
Who pauses the most.
! A Toast ! to the ones
Who halt in their motion to smell
In this noisy Hell
The bravest hearts will fight to
Stop themselves and see the light through
Though it assaults the senses inside them when
Might isn't right ...
But wins.
Sins pass between us and ourselves.
Which one of us is right ?
The other one's might.
Will that wisdom protect us ?
No.
It's just a stone's throw
To another dolorous blow,
A king is just a thing anyway ...
He's not a man,
He's just a walking talking plan.
So who do You want to be today ?
Ban it !
He didn't plan it.
It's all fallen out with the lord master's rhyme.
So follow the time line until you find
It was all just another hard climb.
And now
We are nearing
The top.
Don't stop.
Don't ban it.
He didn't plan it !
It's all about that wonderful time
When he finally finds
His finest rhymes
Have Soured.
We will survive.
All we need to do is just stay alive.
So our children grandchildren
May someday see
More Flowers.
The powers that be
Will never set us free
I hope that one day we can finally see
This never really was about you and me.
Our children grandchildren
And their children will come
So many more ...
Our daughters,
Our sons,
They dream with a gun.
Don't you know that what you're choosing today
Will leave them no choice but to become ...
A whore on the floor you would deplore some more
Just before you would pay them Not ?
It's your Own burden and beast
Which betrays them, so Feast !
Some more ...
and more ...
and more ...
Until our children's grandchildren are laden.
Forethought.
____
________
________
____
"still"
In a dream of yesterdays song
Turned cold spray in the todays of tomorrow,
As winter's death's knelling to life in the spring wind
I heard the last gasp of a dying nightmare.
And then I watched it burn.
To hear nightmares scream
is to hear the angels sing -
"Is it true, is it true ?"
Have you ever seen the purest Seraphim fight ?
Do you know what they were made for ?
Have you never seen
The blood of beast ...
From broken vessels pour ?
"Is it true, is it true, is it true ?
To hear a demon scream
is to hear an angel sing ?"
I'm afraid the answer is yes ...
But it was still a scream most true.
____
________
________
____
'rubble and sticks' - a prelude to "Asherah"
In divides of lines upon the map
Distinctive linguistics do always prevail.
The succinct do sing and twist their wicks,
Down dusty dark hallways, dim candles they wail.
So pound
The nail
And string
The bodice.
Old ribbon and twine ...
So fine
So fine ...
We live in our lines
Along
The trap !
The lap of the Goddess not ours to define
Unwind into time
Divine
And tap !
She's more than a tree
Do you like to breathe ?
She never did care what you like to believe ...
We are
Alive
And we've
Received
The veins
Our vines which are filled with her sap !
So praise Her and face Him for Glorious creation.
Don't debase Her, deface Him
! With your notorious infestations of bricks !
...
through divides of line and over the trap,
in the rubble of towers i scour for sticks.
____
________
________
____
'Asherah' - a 3/4 ballroom cotillion.
(orchestra warm up)
To dance
Between
The towers
And spin
My joy to the wind
"It's
A sin
It's
A sin ... "
So let the enjoyment begin
! Again !
(music)
I scoured for hours beneath the blue towers I found enough sticks
The clock it still ticks.
The powers and flowers received and devoured and now we do lick
The ants from the sticks.
Then when the taste sours, we eat our own flowers and that is how towers begin
! Again !
So spin again
And turn again
Begin again
We burn again.
Return again
To sin again
To learn again
We'll never
Win
This
Way ...
So play and spin
And dance all day
And maybe you
Should stay away
I do never want to see ...
See you cry again.
When will this
Joy dance end
My God, He says
I've sinned again
He never was
My God of Joy
Calling for service just like
A boy ...
Deploring my soaring He acts with cold scoring and warring with Love
He's sinned
Again
God's sinned
Again
So let the joy dance
Begin
! Again !
I scoured for hours beneath the blue towers as powers and flowers received and devoured then when the taste sours we eat our own flowers and that is how towers begin
! Again !
So spin again
And turn again
Begin again
And burn again.
Return again
To sin again
To learn again
We'll never
Win
This
Way ...
So play and spin
And dance all day
And maybe you
Should stay away
I do never want to see ...
See you cry again.
I'll dance a joy dance and I'll spin to the chance that tornadoes will prance to their hurricane dance with the quaking to beat in the joy at my feet so replete with deceit this world lies incomplete and until we do meet and do dance the same beat
Don't tell me I sin !
Joy sets me to spin
! The Wind !