Offhand Messiah
These are lyrics, dedicated to all of the victims of good old Walter Freeman.
Awkward as written poetry, but I hope it gets across somehow.
Offhand Messiah belongs to the following groups:
All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Something To Say, Spiritual Art and Underground USADoctor Freeman, spare my mind,
Drive the ice picks in so kind,
Under lids of blackened eyes,
To stab away where sorrow lies.
Raise your gavel, handle high,
Nice and centered, crackling loud,
So ‘cross the room rips high a sound,
Reminds me where I am.
Breathe these words,
Buy this book,
Swallow this, forget to ask.
Yes, that’s all, now silence comes,
Just like a jester’s slowing drum,
Decrescendo, patter, patter,
Feel your wallet getting fatter,
Lighter still, your weary mind,
All is well, all is well.
Wingless bridesmaid, drunken child,
Cloudborne nothing, earthbound martyr,
So much freedom,
This school, that one,
Jesus Christ and old Rolls Royce,
And still I ask, so lost in choice,
Why do I feel enslaved?
“Because you’ve lost your mind, my lad,
Now cease your thoughts, embrace this fad,
Perfect your broken symmetry.”
Three cheers for brand name liberty,
My God, my God, my God.
Doctor Freeman, spare my mind,
Drive your ice picks in so kind,
Through lids of sorrowed, blackened eyes,
Where truth dissolves in rounded guise.
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