In the woods, covered by trees,
I’m dangling my feet in a stream and wondering
what all this really means
Armies of God are on their way,
marching like a stream and now they’re
marching on my way.
Will it pain me? Will it hurt?
Will it crush me like a tiny bug
into the rocks and dirt?
If it’s wrong, if it’s a mistake,
will it be as soft and wet as blood,
just a stain that any stream could wash away?
I ain’t sure, can’t be certain of its worth.
But if we’re making love tonight, then
today must be the longest day on Earth.
Did you know, my brother Kay
broke a stain-glass window and the
cops hauled him away?
I’m holding out my hand to you.
You’re gonna cuff me good and after that
I’ve no idea what you might do.
Will I scream? Will I cry?
Will my heart become a jailbird crooning
lonely through the night.
Is this war? Or is it peace?
Should I dress myself in white or
should I hide a tiny gun beneath my knee?
Is it possible to view all this with mirth?
If we’re making love tonight then
today must be the longest day on Earth.
I’ll need bourbon, I’ll need some wine,
I’ll mix it all together start a
fire inside my mind.
I’ll need music, and laughter too,
something to distract my mind
so I won’t think of you.
My brother Kay, he tried to run,
but he tripped and the cops were on him
like a finger on a gun.
I’m gonna run, but I’ll trip too;
I’ll trip on the tiny fishing line
that ties my heart to you.
I’ll bite down on a stick like a lady giving birth,
but if we’re making love tonight then
today must be the longest day on Earth.
Longfingers
Everyone’s appeasing you
Cause they know that you won’t leave
They watch the lines you draw in snow
They follow where you lead
First to the left, then back,
In a convoluted track
It makes no sense,
it only means one thing:
Longfingers is our King!
Your crimson robe is lined with fur
And shells from every sea.
Your silver hair it falls in curls
Your beaded blue eyes see that
We dare not outgrow
The shadow that you throw
You shield us from the Sun
and we kiss your ring.
Longfingers is our King!
Rumor says you’ll take a lover
Once the winter dies
Ladies gaze into the ice
With questions in their eyes..
“Could it be me, the one,
Longfingers wants to see,
Could I be the scarlet gem
upon his ring?”
Longfingers is my King!
No one can out-think him
Or at least that’s what I’ve heard.
No one can out-speak him
Cause he rewrites every word.
And all our mighty men
Well they all fight for him
To spread his crimson banner
Like a wing.
Longfingers is our King!
Gazing from my mudden hut
I stare into the sky
Chewing on a golden straw
I contemplate him dying
He will not force me
Into civility
I’ll always be a wild
And savage thing
Longfingers is not king!
“You can never fight him” then
I heard the Earth reply
“Even if you snapped his neck
Longfingers would not die
No, he would live in you
and then what could you do?
You must remain a wild
And gentle thing.”
Longfingers is your king!