Mag Earwhig

When you're called to the plough
You will always slide inside her
If you work really hard
You will lose yourself and wrong her
Wait a little longer
Plough when you feel it
It's your right-tonight
And take it slow
If you grow it will you try it
You'll be so inspired to go out
And bring back the only one who matters anyhow
(the logical nod)

(off and running...headbone ringing with animal medicine)

Near a distant sea
Her clear yellow eyes
Are opening to pink and black skies
And soon they are blinking
With compound camera eyes
Are you faster
Than the eyes of the car-people?
Styled in silver
Are you able to roam
Faster then the lighthouse keeper credits you?

I am pressed, printed, stomped
And strategically removed
I am everybody
Insane without innocence
I am trapped, tricked, packaged
And shipped out
I am produced
I am produced
Pressed, printed, stomped, tripped
Trapped, tricked, packaged, shipped...
(the prisoner leaves limping)

There is no boy in me now
There is no time and i'm alone
But i am only breathing - breathing around
I get involved with your crowd
They make me feel so alone
If you could only see me when i'm around
But this is you and this is war
It makes me drink even more
And i'll have fun then i'll make a mark on you
I'll tell you all that i am
How simple feet will walk for free
Until you injure me again
(enter the drag queen)

Firmly rooted and quite hellbent
The old grunt packs up the hose
And pokes his nose through the old trunk trap
Hurts from years of concentration
Spent in the umpires association
Talking 'bout the next sensation
Up and coming
But now he's strumming
A buzzing one-stringer
Always quite a singer
Did his wife in the dueling banjos....
(scarred but tougher)

I am a tree - i show my age when i don't cry
I have the leaves that will fall off when wind blows by
Don't strip off my bark - i have been stripped of it before
Yesterday's gone and tomorrow has so much more in store

You are a bird - you're taking off in every way
Say the last word until there is nothing more to say

Don't interrupt - you know the squirrels are my friends
Get off my limb - for i will break before i bend

I'm planning to see
I'm planning to feel you all over me
So climb up my trunk and build on your nest
Come and get the sap out if me
I am a tree!
Fruitless and free!
No symmetry!
Touch me and see!

I am a tree - counting my rings will do no good
I won't live long but i would be with you if i could
When you take flight, remember me to one who lives there
Since you have flown, there's something special in the air
(re-zoom/busy signals from the home front)

Blessed is the way to a man's heart
Quite so even out of dreadlock
But the bastard of an ex-warhorse kicks
And i smiled like an electric child
(a sign reading: welcome to new limited dimensions)

Makes good sense to me
Proud men wear it only
Brings good company
How am i so lonely
So run away
The sun is outside of a world at play
Awaiting the solid gold display
Mysterious engines run
To keep the dream from ending
To cloak obscures the gun
To keep what's worth defending
The best of days
The ones to remember are crumbling now
The vandals come for rummage
Affordable trends in anxiety
Especially the ones that make you raw
Portable men's society!
Now i mention these things
(another date with scud)

Jane of the waking universe!
A wrinkled rose snapped back
And the flies on flowers spreading out
To all sickness of humanity
Listen to our queen as she is offering free samples
Of her lovely garden spoils
Jane of the waking universe
And undulating always like the tide
The devil's bride is calling all toward her skirt
And in the loving folds there we will hide inside
From any would be sneak attack
Until it's safe to journey back
Jane of waking universe
(repeat forever if necessary)

Can't hear the revolution
God rolls the sun
As he walks down the highway
I have kissed you - you will leave
And the friction in the morning
The friction 'round suppertime
Can't hear the revolution

Mother, feeling your hand i
Believe you and i did then
And mother, release every bad seed
The geese are leaving the trees

Exposed to winter's cold
They waited too long
But we too exaggerated
And i take the cake away
It's a long song
And i can play it so
Give me a pick now collector of bones

Words of smoke
Distorted, never broken
Paradise is open but i choke
One of these days when i see through the smoke
That'll be the day i get the joke

(repeat from "exposed to winter's cold")