Epiphany in Chrome
Epiphany In Chrome (diner specialities).
Like Jonah I lived in a whale once
Til it threw me up on this shore,
Where the humming-bird wings of the city
Resonate like a hypnotic dirdge.
The Psychiatrist smiled like my mother,
He said "son your not crazy ...be strong!"
Reality just the way we perceive things,
And the majoritys usually wrong (Winston Churchill)
Afflicted by lunacy,
Inclined to theology,
I enrolled myself in a school,
Where my mentor, a jesuit,
cross-dresser, slash Stripper,
Read med scripture
From a lido in her pool.
O talk to me,
Be with me,
I'm alone and a long way from home.
I've lost track of this game
And the lights fading fast.
I'm searching for a place
to call home.
In childhood my hero on TV
Was Lincoln Vale of "The Vast Everglades".
Years later I met him in a diner,
On my holidays in the USA.
He said his son was a prophet in
The swamplands,
Had his mission in the wild for years.
Surviving on Locusts and crocmeat,
As he told me his eyes filled with tears.
Amid pancakes and Burritos,
With his 9 millimetre,
He shot everyone in the place.
I asked why he'd spared me,
He said Tom Cruise had said so,
That he'd seen something good in my face.
O talk to me,
Just be with me,
Don't abandon me to this fate.
To all these empty eyes,
Their consensus smiles,
All that icy-cold,
Passionless hate.
When I was a kid things were simpler
Our TV was just black and white.
Now we've internetporno and executions,
We've got buttons for repeats and for likes.
In Russia they've got vodka,they've got oligarchs.
They've got a mafia,
They've got nuclear bombs.
In the west our leaders host game shows
We've soup kitchens and nationalised banks.
At our borders we 've Jihadist maniacs.
They dream of a new Caliphate.
Will there be virgins for all the
Martyrs in paradise,
To relieve all that anguish and hate?
O stay with me,
Stay with me,
I'm lost and I'm a long way from home.
I've lost track of this game
And the lights fading fast
I just yearn for a place to call home ...
Like Jonah I lived in a whale once
Til it threw me up on this shore,
Where the humming-bird wings of the city
Resonate like a hypnotic dirdge.
The Psychiatrist smiled like my mother,
He said "son your not crazy ...be strong!"
Reality just the way we perceive things,
And the majoritys usually wrong (Winston Churchill)
Afflicted by lunacy,
Inclined to theology,
I enrolled myself in a school,
Where my mentor, a jesuit,
cross-dresser, slash Stripper,
Read med scripture
From a lido in her pool.
O talk to me,
Be with me,
I'm alone and a long way from home.
I've lost track of this game
And the lights fading fast.
I'm searching for a place
to call home.
In childhood my hero on TV
Was Lincoln Vale of "The Vast Everglades".
Years later I met him in a diner,
On my holidays in the USA.
He said his son was a prophet in
The swamplands,
Had his mission in the wild for years.
Surviving on Locusts and crocmeat,
As he told me his eyes filled with tears.
Amid pancakes and Burritos,
With his 9 millimetre,
He shot everyone in the place.
I asked why he'd spared me,
He said Tom Cruise had said so,
That he'd seen something good in my face.
O talk to me,
Just be with me,
Don't abandon me to this fate.
To all these empty eyes,
Their consensus smiles,
All that icy-cold,
Passionless hate.
When I was a kid things were simpler
Our TV was just black and white.
Now we've internetporno and executions,
We've got buttons for repeats and for likes.
In Russia they've got vodka,they've got oligarchs.
They've got a mafia,
They've got nuclear bombs.
In the west our leaders host game shows
We've soup kitchens and nationalised banks.
At our borders we 've Jihadist maniacs.
They dream of a new Caliphate.
Will there be virgins for all the
Martyrs in paradise,
To relieve all that anguish and hate?
O stay with me,
Stay with me,
I'm lost and I'm a long way from home.
I've lost track of this game
And the lights fading fast
I just yearn for a place to call home ...
Credits
Writer(s): Desmond O'leary
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