Thousand nights and a thousand more
All to settle the old score
Evil walks, devil talks
Talks are cheap, minds are weak
Tic, tac, tic tac
Cloaks are burning
worlds are turning
The new heaven is occurring
Game of life and death
Nyet?
When death comes knocking
Birds and colored Feathers are nervously flocking
This house is rocking
No one is mocking
anymore…
Beautiful sight
The silver bullet tears the night
Rainbow Bridge, my liege
Death rain has fallen after the siege
Tears endlessly fall, duty calls
All hands to the Walls!
The human body becomes an estranged ragdoll
Future in human hands, hundred and one amends
living and death crying for change
tales and whispers of old romance
Knights and Assasins together chasing
Deep in the night
tiring fight
When Midnight calls
Death is dancing on medieval walls
Alone sadness is piercing flesh and bone
Red Night rising, the birth of a new agonizing sight
yellow sun, born with the sound of a gun, many are already gone
Fight for the last inch
A hail to David Lynch
Maybe a pinch of salt,
pint of the best single malt
Suspended, frozen Dream, red and white phantasm in a trance
Skeleton hands, necrotic dance on the invisible fence
David Bowie: Let’s Dance!
The grieving sword stabbed into the Cold ground alone after echoes of the last battle are gone
Defenders of the throne, know A hero never dies alone
Pain can be felt in every bone, all earthly struggle is silly and sore
Swords and new shiny helmets on the horizon asking for more
Sounds of restless horses and new vandals, new enforcers
Another battle unfolds
Destiny calls
Who will win,
Nobody knows
Fear and pain engulfed in a bloody chain
blood stained refrain
A thousand arrows rains
Blood mixed with gore, nothing remains
Brother kills brother
In the end, all soldiers are cannon fodder
War, war
Do we really need another?
Thousand nights and a thousand more
All to settle the old score
Evil walks, devil talks
Talks are cheap, minds are weak
Tic, tac, tic tac…
This new romance, will she ever have a real chance?
Dance, dance
dance
No offense to digital trance
just dance!
Let me take you on a trip
Around the world and back
And you won't have to move you just sit still
Now let your mind do the walking
And let my body do the talking
Let me show you the world in my eyes
I'll take you to the highest mountain
To the depths of the deepest sea
And we won't need a map believe me
Now let my body do the moving
And let my hands do the soothing
Let me show you the world in my eyes
That's all there is
Nothing more than you can feel now
That's all there is
Let me put you on a ship
On a long, long trip
Your lips close to my lips
All the islands in the ocean
All the heaven's in the motion
Let me show you the world in my eyes
"Can't See the Forest Through the Trees?"
Diane, 11:30 AM, February 24th. Entering the town of Twin Peaks, five miles south of the Canadian border, twelve miles west of the state line. I’ve never seen so many trees in my life.
As W. C. Fields would say, I’d rather be here than Philadelphia. Fifty-four degrees on a slightly overcast day. Weatherman said rain. If you could get paid that kind of money for being wrong sixty percent of the time, it’d beat working.
Mileage is seventy-nine thousand three hundred forty-five, gauge is on reserve, riding on fumes here, I’ve got to tank up when I get into town. Remind me to tell you how much that is. Lunch was, uh, six dollars and thirty-one cents at the Lamplighter Inn, that’s on Highway Two near Lewis Fork. That was a tuna fish sandwich on whole wheat, slice of cherry pie, and a cup of coffee. Damn good food. Diane, if you ever get up this way that cherry pie is worth a stop.
Okay. Looks like I’ll be meeting up with the, ah, Sheriff Harry S. Truman. Shouldn’t be too hard to remember that. He’ll be at the Calhoun Memorial Hospital. I guess we’re going to go up to intensive care and take a look at that girl that crawled down the railroad tracks off the mountain. When I finish there I’ll be checking into a motel. I’m sure the sheriff will be able to recommend a clean place, reasonably priced. That’s what I need, a clean place, reasonably priced.
Oh Diane, I almost forgot. Got to find out what kind of trees these are. They’re really something.
Thank you brother.
For these words and others recently...
I posted a note this morning and turned comments back on my own work, tis indeed time to get back to the important business.
Words are free, as free as our thoughts should be, and it is up to those of us who speak freely to help others free their minds, and realise which thoughts are their own, and which are but shadows pretenting to be real...
Amo Probos, and treat others as you yourself wish to be treated.
Nothing is ever truly lost...
But sometimes it needs finding again!
This darned heat has been melting some brains, and drying out some hearts, time to bring the chill winds of truth flowing across the land once more...
Much love my brother, be well and go with grace.
https://youtu.be/KitcvxK9bzU?si=qACkK7GeaD6MQQ3a
Lets dance little stranger
Show me secret sins
Love can be like bondage
Seduce me once again
Burning like an angel
Who has heaven in reprieve
Burning like the voodoo man
With devils on his sleeve
Won't you dance with me
In my world of fantasy
Won't you dance with me
Ritual fertility
Like an aparition
You don't seem real at all
Like a premonition
Of curses on my soul
The way I want to love you
Well it could be against the law
I've seen you in a thousand minds
You've made the angels fall
Won't you dance with me
In my world of fantasy
Won't you dance with me
Ritual fertility
Oh come on little stranger
There's only one last dance
Soon the musics over
Lets give it one more chance
Won't you dance with me
In my world of fantasy
Won't you dance with me
Ritual fertility
Take a chance with me
In my world of fantasy
Won't you dance with me
Ritual fertility