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Lyrics
Deutschland
Though
they no longer
Burn the books of thinkers
And other Jews
The
Turks and Vietnamese
Live in fear or reprisal and future Reichs
“It’s
a different world now,” she said in English.
“I
only hear Russian and non-Republic dialects.
What
is this world coming to?” she said.
Aping
Evolution
A
monkey with the brain of God
Acts evolved and able
The human being erect and proud
Functions like a fable
Its
tools and tongue sophisticate
Its social acts advanced
But ego, guns, and wars, and hate
Defy hierarchic stance
Critic
Faces Yesterday
Perilous
purpose, progress reverse
Chanceless charges, changes perverse
Sampling soundbites, sounding nervous
Fainting, falling, failing fervors
Nostalgia
protector, record collector
History fabler, memory erector
Table turner, mpeg defector
Format enabler, future rejector
Sense
of Center
Taking
one’s own stride
Requires a skip and trips
To the other side and back
And
perhaps some backwards flips
It
was as if we’d found
The center of the world
And
no one knew but us
Single
Minded
Forlorn
lonely thinker, seeking better half
Always wanting freedom, never looking back
Aging catches up with them
Anniversaries never do
The
catch they thought they once were
Infects them like the flu
Engaged
to no commitments, rather play the field
Eyeing
newer smiles, gathers greater yield
Desert
Culture
World
at night is bustling
Solace from the heat
For a moment, quiet now
But
not for long, the streets
So many rows of palms
Endless sands and sun
Whispered sounds of past
Tireless population
Future
Decided
Child
with dirty clothes
Pining for a pound
Yet another sale
Keeps him out of school
Kids
in mother’s arms
Looks with smiling hopes
For tempered future later holds
Neither visa nor a job
That’s
Okay
That’s
okay that’s alright
I
don’t care so much for you
I
don’t care so much for you
That’s
okay, I don’t care, that’s fine
Palette
Choices
Yes
sir, this is black
There are no other colors
There are no other ways
No mam, that is white
There are no other colors
There
are no other ways
Maybe
grey it should be
Blended, compromised
Awash without a rainbow
Colors,
all lacking hue
Remote
Thumb
to buttons from channel to channel
The set three feet from his feet
He searched in vain for a travel show
That’d
take him very far from home
He’d
settle for a cooking spot
If it showed him a foreign land
Just
anything to take his mind
Off his trailer and his life
Renown Let Down
Fabled
lambs and wolves
White their wool and teeth
Soft their feel and step
Yet fleece and threat mistook
Mythic
man and beast
Fierce in war and look
Held on high and feared
Kind
and kill mistook
Legend
land and sea
Vast their length and depth
Famed their teeming beings
Their
safe and calm mistook
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