Inspired by: Visions of Johanna and My Back Pages by Bob Dylan, Falling and The World Spins by David Lynch and Julee Cruise.

Confusion’s anger paints a picture:

Rabid white horses stamp and rage 

On a body busy dying on the shore,

And no one comes except the cannibal sage.

Woken by throbbing scars, I shudder-

Cloud castles crashing like thunder,

Myrmidons thrash; rocks scrape rudder-

Sleep consumed by Thought torn asunder 

Something is happening 

Something is happening 

The bell’s chimes shine onto the Gibbet.

Eternity is a minute’s ride.

Everyone knows but no one can say it;

Her veil hides a beaten and bruised bride

Arms bent back; lips ripped from her face-

Flowers thrown, find some soul to replace-

Mothers watch their daughters strangled in lace.

Watch it all fade without a trace.

It is happening again

It is happening again 

That Judas must’ve been human 

And he damn must’ve been a god,

Because what’s more hateful than a human?

And what’s more human than a god?

He was the real deal, all swagger-

He only gave no as an answer.

No brain could explode any faster 

As he showed us all rubble and disaster

Won’t something happen again 

Can’t something happen again 

Hot, piping, magazine sheen saliva,

Thin wiry electric spirit,

Muddled mystic eyes of a cryer,

A voice that commands you not to trust it.

Atom bomb; the pungent nectar of tarmac;

Crude oil; rusted songs of lack.

She wants nothing else but him back

But all must vanish on that Railroad track.

Does anything happen again?

Did anything happen?