Neon Filler

I'm at loss

Riddles of the wonderment
Wonders of the firmament
Let alone laid up and laying low

Things could've been better
They could not have been any worse
There were tears in the alleyway
There was laughter waiting outside in the hearse

The snakes and the sawtooths
They lay loving the buck
Spending all their time setting up camp
And running amok

There's an absurd remark about contender
And repulsion, she's not that hard to find
There's a conclusion here based on surrender
And the general dismissal on the merit of mankind

There's a town up in the high desert
Where Dr. Gene says the demons run
Alongside a chunk of heaven hovering there
Where a wind in the image of the throne rides shotgun
The image of the throne rides shotgun

Light is not the neon filler
Not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark
Light is the Moses
Splitting the waves in a sea of dark

There once was a man without a paddle up the creek
Who could not talk his way out of a paper bag when he tried to speak
Now they claim him as a genius that they chose to seek
He still hasn't had both oars in the water
But some time when his stream of consciousness begins to leak

There's a street called Hollywood Boulevard
Where a Christ with cross wheels his wood
And the dipping, dripping lips in the sideshow bar
Turn around, gaze, swallow hard and wonder, "Now how could...?"

Light is not the neon filler
It's not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark
Light is the Moses
Spilling its way until the sea of dark
The sea of dark

There's an absurd remark about contender
And Repulsa, she's not that hard to find
There's an ending here based on surrender
And the general dismissal on the merit of mankind

Things could've been better
They could not have gotten any worse (life is but a dream)
Back when the tears lay in the alleyway
And the laughter waiting outside in the hearse

Light is not the neon filler
It's not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark
I love you, Hank
Just like, Layla