Wednesday, April 4, 2012

History of Rock

I'm fighting a seven-fold war on sixteen fronts;
Feeling like a One Man Army
On a Saigon death march
Nine inch nails driven through a cross
Half the time I feel I'm so bad
I'm not afraid of the enemy
Just three doors down from Jupiter & Mercury
They found our weakness in our nicety
You're gonnna miss us when were gone
We're God's last batch of Angels
Before Kingdom Come
He saved his best for last:

I see Beatles on the Warpath;
Seething in anger
Imagination has outran man's
Sense of self preservation
I wipe the dust from my third eye as I
Ride the lightning down into a
Blacked out city
Singing "Don't fear the Reaper"
A desperado, a wanted man 
With a one track mind
There I saw  cry, there the old me died,
I became a warrior; like my father before me
I stand; I rise
I'm crushing cans with my my Pop
In the backroom of a shop
Sipping moonshine in revrence
Of the night copperhead road
Betrayed our trust

Only these cans are symbolic
Of the scrotum’s of the evilest of men
The rapists, child molester's, & monsters
They set free, I rounded 'em up
After the bombs over Baghdad went off
I gave Ahmadinejad his last wish
The streamers were all tangled up
Wrapped around all of our worst
An 800 megaton nuke
There was nothing left but
rolling stones & dust in the wind
Falling through the bluest skies anyone had ever known

Then came the Fallout
The Blackout
The Cataclysm indeed
So I gathered what survivors I could
Established an underwater Kingdom
Called electric ladyland;
Services unlimited
Far, far away
To the bottom of the Sea
You can travel down in a yellow submarine
We have everything you desire
Blacktop basketball
& Pinball,
How you ask
I'm a wizard of course
Running alternating currents
Of magic & the freedom of choice
Directly into your heart
Beware the lofty Eagles,
Though exceptional, they bite.

We even have racetracks
Where it's okay to yell out
“I'm breaking the law!”
Going 66 in a red Chevelle
Might I add
If 6 was 9 that would be correct
We'd all be in a purple haze
Feeling fine & flying high
I've tried all my life momma
But there's no such thing
As a simple man
Just like there's never been
A free bird in a turtle neck
I'm on my way out
Shooting like a star down at the bar
My only enemies are
All these changes in the house of flies
Meanwhile I'm captivated by beautifully unfriendly skies
Toting sixteen tons, six shotguns, & a .45
Marching down thunder road
He's alive & Well
He's aware of your predicament
Your Journey through Hell
In all of this chaos He's come back
To make things right
Soaring through a hole in the sky
With Christ at his side
Johnny Cash is back in black
Walking with a Pima stride
Guitar strap & black sunglasses
He said: "This time we came here to live,
Never again will a good man have to die"

So when I get where I'm going
I'll have a new favorite memory
To numb me down comfortably
A Woodstock Anthem complete with
Crosby, Stills, & Nash
A Witchy Woman & Carlos Santana
A funeral pyre in the City of New Orleans
Buy you a beer & come on down 
To the Creedence Clearwater Revival
Where all can be saved
By a force from on high
As to how we earned this last reprieve
Only God knows why
The Age of Man has ended at last
I couldn't be happier if I tried
I will not fade to black
I will stand defiant
Clothes stained with memories
Singing Epiphany
In a Kansas Kornfield
It was there that I saw last
An Eden full of sound
A margarita
A cheeseburger
Beautiful women
Great sex foreverlasting

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