fisher king's wasteland

YOU! are all mine. your ears, your ears only, i don't need your hearts those beat out of beat, but your ears they hear just the same

mostly it's: "i'm not going to ask but it'd... be nice... if you offered"

you speak to my heart so i'll speak to yours i'll gouge it out and feast on it spitting breath and words on it i grab it, hold it tight because your heart warms mine as it passes right on by you couldn't look straight at it i suspect that means you lie to me to you that's all i feel i have to do to fill you up from head to toe now round and round and round you go shaking blood and stirring soul and then, together we'll be whole

who wants to be alone i ask myself at this godly hour wherein i cruise through silent black pitch highways to the soft whirring of my winged boots pushing me forth to spill my message of this moment the fizzing sprinklers whizzing by spraying the asphalt to trap me, break me but i glide through silently staring, wide eyed, in lonely pleasure at far off lights towering in the sky or peeping out from under bridges i am possessed by a desire to share this perfect moment this precious, rare beauty but i cannot for it is mine, alone

sung in memory of sláine, the horned god. i. in an ancient, mythical, long-forgotten land a world whose legendary tales infuse our blood tir na nóg, protected by vast oceans of water a wonder, lush and green, and pleasing to the eye where maids and hags were strong and tough like steel where fights or feasts were joys felt to the bone ii. a young maiden, with skin as white as bone whose beauty was unsurpassed throughout the land cast on young sláine indomitable gaze of steel trapping his passions and heating his blood niamh stole from him far more than just his eye her gifts, their cost could make hard, dry eyes water iii. for his sin against the sessair king, sláine crossed the water banished to the lands where dragons crunched men's bones where for her rescue, medb, in anger, spat him in the eye bringing to bear on him the nightmares of her land where to lord weird slough feg they sacrificed their blood and defended his right for their souls so to steal...

higgledy piggledy hey george duh-beh-yeah bush standing on fighter ships stammering lines yes, you will smoke them out all those darn terrorists freedom must be hard won lay down your lives