This is one of the older poems/songs I still have. Written during the George W. era. |
Daystar Got a claim to me With my soul in your pocket Like we’re tying a knot Around the moon in a rocket Aren’t we a better race for that Build me a museum Full of history’s greatest weapons We don’t learn a thing when we see ‘em We just look up and say god save us He got better things to do then that The crystal ball in that gypsy’s hand Shows fires burning across the land That statue was just a dead man On a pedestal where we can admire him He don’t care for our words to him That a hint, take another hit Mister president There’s people pounding on your door Saying no more, no more, no more, no more war On the ocean we made war into art We’ll build a fire and call it daystar Stargazer knows where we are The demon sleeps with his teeth in his tail So he’ll awake when the violence prevails And watch our cities fail Noah was the dangerous one on his arc But he lit that fire and called it daystar To chase away the dark This is a message to my greatest friends I will meet you at the world’s end Where we can start again Gather survivors from here and from far Gather around the fire we’ll call daystar Where we can change some hearts We’ll watch the ruins turn to green As the earth takes back our cities And she shows no sympathy Cast our weapons into the fire The fire that we call daystar It’d be our wisest move so far Then god he could look down, he could say I knew you could be Be wise and glorious and free All it takes is catastrophe This is a message to my greatest friends I will meet you at the world’s end Where we can start again |