Snakes are coiled upon the granite
Horsemen ride into the west
Moons are
rising on the planet
where the worst must suffer like the rest.
Pears are
ripe and peaches falling.
Suns are setting in the east.
Women wail, and men
are calling
to the god that’s in them, and to the beast.
Love is waiting for
a lover.
Generations kneel for peace.
What men lose, Man will
recover
polishing the brains his bones release.
Truth conceals itself in
error.
History reveals its face:
days of ecstasy and terror
invent the future
that invents the race
David Lehmkuhl © October 1974
The Gates Of Delirium
Stand and fight we do
consider,
reminded of an inner pact between us that's seen as we
go.
And ride there in motion
to fields in debts of honor
defending.
Stand the marchers soaring talons
peaceful lives will
not deliver freedom, fighting we know,
destroy oppression,
the
point to reaction
as leaders look to you attacking.
Choose
and renounce, throwing chains to the floor.
Kill or be killing faster sins correct
the flow.
Casting giant shadows off vast penetrating force
to alter via
the war that seen as friction spans the
spirits wrath ascending to redeem.
Wars that shout in screams of anguish,
power spent
passion bespoils our soul receiver, surely we know
In glory we rise to offer,
create our freedom,
a word we utter a word.
Words cause our banner, victorious our day.
Will silence be promised
as violence display.
The curse increased we fight the power and live by it by day.
Our Gods awake in thunderous roars
and guide the Leader's hand in paths of glory to the cause.
Listen, should we fight forever,
knowing as we do know fear destroys?
Listen, should we leave our children?
Listen, our lives stare in silence; help us now.
Listen, your friends have been broken, they tell us of
your poison; now we know.
Kill them, give them as they give us.
Slay them, burn their children's laughter on to hell.
The fist will run, grasp metal to gun.
The spirit sings in crashing tones, we gain the battle drum.
Our cries will shrill, the air will moan and crash into the dawn.
The pen won't stay the demon's wings,
the hour approaches pounding out the Devil's sermon.
Soon, oh soon the light,
pass within and soothe this endless night
and wait here for you
our reason to be here
Soon, Oh soon the time,
all we move to gain will reach and calm;
our heart is open, our reason to be here.
Long ago, set into
rhyme.
Soon, Oh soon the light,
ours to shape for all time,
ours the right;
the sun will lead us,
our reason to be here.
Soon, Oh, soon the light,
ours to shape for all time,
ours the right;
the sun will lead us,
our reason to be here.
Sound Chaser
Faster moment spent spread tales of change within the sound,
counting form through rhythm electric freedom
moves to counterbalance stars expound our
conscience all to know and see the look in your eyes.
Passing time will reach as nature relays to set the scene,
new encounters spark a true fruition,
guiding lines we touch them, our bodies balance out the waves
as we accelerate our days to the look in your eyes.
From the moment I reached out to hold, I felt a sound,
and what touches our soul slowly moves as touch rebounds.
And to know that tempo will continue
lost in trance of dances
as rhythm takes another turn,
as is my want, I only reach to look in your eyes.
Cha-cha-cha cha-cha
etc.
To Be Over
We go sailing down the calming streams,
drifting endlessly by the bridge.
To be over, we will see,
to be over.
Do not suffer through the game of chance that plays;
always doors to lock away your dreams.
Think it over,
time will heal your fear,
think it over.
Balance the thoughts that release within you.
Childlike soul dreamer.
One journey, one to seek and see
in every light
do open true pathways away.
Carrying closer, go gently,
holding doors will open every way
you wander true pathways away.
After all your soul will still surrender
After all don't doubt your part be ready to be loved.
All lyrics © 1974 Topographic Music, BMI.
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