Days Like These (1999)

Actors

• Max Wrottesley (actor)
• Trevor Cooper (actor)
• Nuala Alen-Buckley (miscellaneous crew)
• Steve Steen (actor)
• Ann Bryson (actress)
• Harry Peacock (actor)
• Rosie Marcel (actress)
• James Carlton (actor)
• Jamie Beck (actor)

Genres

Kangaroo (1952)

Actors

• Nick DeMaggio (editor)
• Finlay Currie (actor)
• Sol Kaplan (composer)
• Maureen O'Hara (actress)
• Ken G. Hall (miscellaneous crew)
• Lewis Milestone (director)
• Charles 'Bud' Tingwell (actor)
• Richard Boone (actor)
• Peter Lawford (actor)
• Robert Bassler (producer)
• Chips Rafferty (actor)
• Guy Doleman (actor)
• Harry Kleiner (writer)
• Martin Berkeley (writer)
• Ron Whelan (actor)

Genres

• Adventure
• Drama

Taglines:

Tribute to greatness...TO-NIGHT SCREEN HISTORY IS MADE...as "Kangaroo," the first feature film in Technicolor produced by Hollywood in Australia, makes its debut before distinguished audiences at gala charity previews in Canberra, Sydney, Melbourne, Adelaide, Brisbane and Port Augusta (S.A.) ...memorable occasions to mark the beginning of a new phase of this great enterprise ...
SOON all Australia will be seeing the motion picture that has excited world-wide interest...Two years to make but worth waiting for. A motion picture of Australia - for Australia - expertly made as only Hollywood knows how!
The continent time forgot...See the wild aborigines of Australia dance the blood-tingling corroboree. See giant lizards, wombats, dingos, bull ants, extinct everywhere else for 60,000,000 years
The cameras record the sight and sound of aborigines in the exciting dance of the corroboree
They have caught the thunder of thirst-crazed herds, the scream of the boomerang, and a bull-whip fight never before seen on the screen
Excitement STAMPEDES THE SCREEN! (original print ad - mostly caps)
The Cry of Mighty Adventure!

Quotes:

Dell McGuire: He changed again and you bought it on I never be able to thank you enough, Never!

McGuire, Michael Filmography

• Tiger Claws II
  1996, role: actor , character name: Performer
• Tiger Claws II
  1996, role: actor , character name: Fighter
• Tiger Claws II
  1996, role: actor , character name: Soldier
• Miliardi
  1991, role: actor
• A More Perfect Union: America Becomes a Nation
  1989, role: actor , character name: George Washington
• The Karen Carpenter Story
  1989, role: actor , character name: Sherwin Bash
• Shakedown on the Sunset Strip
  1988, role: actor , character name: Insp. Parker
• Bird
  1988, role: actor , character name: Brewster
• Dead of Night
  1988, role: actor , character name: Actor
• Jekyll and Hyde... Together Again
  1982, role: actor , character name: Dr. Carew
• Partners
  1982, role: actor , character name: Monroe
• The Ordeal of Dr. Mudd
  1980, role: actor , character name: Captain Murdock
• The Long Days of Summer
  1980, role: actor , character name: Lieutenant O'Hare
• Blinded by the Light
  1980, role: actor , character name: Ed Bowers
• Beyond Death's Door
  1979, role: actor
• Sanctuary of Fear
  1979, role: actor , character name: Lieutenant Bellamy
• Like Normal People
  1979, role: actor , character name: Robert Meyers
• Home to Stay
  1978, role: actor , character name: Frank McDermott
• The Great Wallendas
  1978, role: actor , character name: Arnold Fielding
• The Hunted Lady
  1977, role: actor , character name: Lt. Henry Jacks
• The Keegans
  1976, role: actor , character name: Bill Richardson
• Report to the Commissioner
  1975, role: actor , character name: Lt. Hanson
• Hard Times
  1975, role: actor , character name: Gandil
• Valley Forge
  1975, role: actor , character name: Teague
• Larry
  1974, role: actor , character name: Dr. McCabe
• The Gun
  1974, role: actor , character name: Wilke
• Judgment: The Court Martial of the Tiger of Malaya - General Yamashita
  1974, role: actor
• Blade
  1973, role: actor , character name: Quincy
• Lights Out
  1972, role: actor
• They Might Be Giants
  1971, role: actor , character name: Telephone Guard
• Where's Poppa?
  1970, role: actor , character name: Army Lawyer
• Coming Apart
  1969, role: actor , character name: Ted
• One Life to Live
  1968, role: actor , character name: Dr. Bryan Angell

McGuire, Michael Filmography

• 21 Brothers
  2011, role: actor , character name: Pte. Wilson
• 21 Brothers
  2011, role: producer
• An Undertaking
  2011, role: producer
• 21 Brothers
  2011, role: writer
• 21 Brothers
  2011, role: director
• Anxious for Love
  2007, role: producer

McGuire, Michael Filmography

• Presence
  2013, role: producer
• Rhyme for Reason
  2012, role: actor , character name: Hermit of the Woods

Famous quotes by Michael McGuire:

"I'll wait until I get home."

"Andrew Armstrong is guilty of a lot of things. There is a history with this man. . . . But the thing he's guilty of more than anything else is generosity to his employees."

"Defendant does not intend to profit in any way from the Oklahoma City bombing tragedy and in the event this court imposes no fine, or a nominal fine, and does not order restitution to exceed $4,100, the defendant will sign and file with the court an agreement and promise not to profit from the Oklahoma City bombing tragedy."

"has not been convicted of drug offenses or (a) crime of violence."

"Everything that he did was reasonable. He acted in good faith for some of your fellow citizens."

"The South won the war. We've already seen a political shift to the South. Business is not far behind. There's better infrastructure, more land and everything is cheaper while the Northeast is expensive with aging infrastructure."

"The scary part is long term, 20 or 30 years out,"

"How it gets deployed, well, that's all in the future,"

"For Sony to succeed, they're going to have to come up with as compelling a link between the store and the device as Apple has."

"I like to collect experiences the way other people like to collect coins and stamps."

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• All - Michael McGuire
• The Directors Chair - Michael McGuire
• Waiting For Robin Hood - Michael McGuire
• Voodoo - Michael McGuire
• Off In The Distance - Michael McGuire
• Ode To Something - Michael McGuire
• Road Rage - Michael McGuire
• Eve 6 - Michael McGuire
• Song In First Person - Michael McGuire
• Street Level - Michael McGuire
• Dream Of Seven Horses - Michael McGuire
• Enlightenment - Michael McGuire
• The Long Road - Michael McGuire
• Scheme Of Things - Michael McGuire
• Dumb Blind Blues Singer - Michael McGuire
• traffic - Michael McGuire
• Myth Of A Man - Michael McGuire
• The Company - Michael McGuire
• Limbo - Michael McGuire
• The Fisherman - Michael McGuire
• Momento Mori - Michael McGuire
• Make Mine A Double - Michael McGuire
• Atmospheric Pressure - Michael McGuire
• Babylon Blues - Michael McGuire
• Waiting - Michael McGuire
• The Sirens Of Hypothalamus - Michael McGuire
• Champion Of Nobodies - Michael McGuire
• Hungry Blue Heat - Michael McGuire
• When The Flame Burns Violet - Michael McGuire
• A Man Can Fall - Michael McGuire
• Missing Link - Michael McGuire
• God Knows Where - Michael McGuire
• Grace - Michael McGuire
• May The Best Man - Michael McGuire
• A Tellers Tale - Michael McGuire
• The Birds And The Money Bees - Michael McGuire
• Bed Of Roses - Michael McGuire
• Hotel Never - Michael McGuire
• Gory Details (the Authority Of Anarchy) - Michael McGuire
• The Next Big Thing - Michael McGuire
• Eve 5 - Michael McGuire
• Clocks - Michael McGuire
• Looking For Soul - Michael McGuire
• Facing North - Michael McGuire
• The Coming Together Of Falling Apart - Michael McGuire
• Miss America - Michael McGuire
• Odd Numbers - Michael McGuire
• If I Were Me - Michael McGuire
• The Fare - Michael McGuire
• Obsolete Tomorrows - Michael McGuire
• Dying Of Thirst In The Middle Of The Ocean - Michael McGuire
• Summer Bride - Michael McGuire
• Wind Rain And Tides - Michael McGuire
• Restless River Ceaseless Rain - Michael McGuire
• Unfinished Portrait - Michael McGuire
• The Wheel On The Runaway Train - Michael McGuire
• Walking In The Rain - Michael McGuire
• Land Of Strange - Michael McGuire
• I Lost Count Of The Stars - Michael McGuire
• The River And The Sea - Michael McGuire
• Watching T.v. Together - Michael McGuire
• Educating Ed - Michael McGuire
• Lord Of Choas - Michael McGuire
• Personal Politics - Michael McGuire
• Thankful For The Blues - Michael McGuire
• All My Life - Michael McGuire
• Evening Rain - Michael McGuire
• Nice Day - Michael McGuire
• Back Page News - Michael McGuire
• Where Beauty Cannot Be - Michael McGuire
• The Cry - Michael McGuire
• Underneath The Bottom - Michael McGuire
• I Came To Know The Rivers Depth - Michael McGuire
• Fantasies - Michael McGuire
• Free Flow - Michael McGuire

© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Stars shoot from the manifest mind; honeymoon on high, the leverage
of the pushing root and the menu of the sky, tangled like a dictionary
the poetry of machine, the night renders excuse for what the meaning
has to mean, burning angels hit the ground in the violence of the
flame, deathbed lyric in geometric tongue give the all a name, the
horizon of the color takes a nickel from the way, the grinding metal
gears of the clock behind the day, creation credits violence; nebulas
nuptial grace, soul of sex and numbers filling up this space, radiation
hunger the mass of silence thrives, the broken bones of Eden when the
innocence arrives, diabolical molecules helix of temptation, ipso facto
flesh; code of all sensation, images find shape in the brain of the
manifest mind, except for the shadow build the light left undefined.
Braced against the heartbeat bone real shape runs the doubt, between
the is was and will in the ever kill without, organic textures feed the
friction of the landscape void, flight eludes the wing when the weather
is annoyed, oceans of extraneous essence crowd the matters weave,
simulated anatomy with its process of to believe, inanimate motives
address the protege of light, particle dreams are born in the nucleus of
the night, transubstantiation the energy for the blood, petal perfect
limbs belie the chaos of the bud, vision stalks the mystery’s map for
the matrix of the why, the void supporting vault for the integrity of the
sky, art finds color in the wavering woe celebrating gods and falls, lost
in deeper context calling the spectrum of the laws, pregnant with the
truth she breeds the unborn meaning, and the cradle of the grave is all
upon this weaning.

THE DIRECTORS CHAIR
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Well its been a hard day on the set, there was this one important scene
that took twelve takes, I’ll go home now and just wait around for
tomorrow, from now on its first run features no more remakes, I’m
making the movie of my life, and I don’t even have the leading role, I can
rewrite this script but I cant rewrite my soul.
Just another movie just another plot, soon to be critiqued soon to be
forgot.
The leading lady she’s a dream come true, but the leading man takes her
kisses till I call cut, I always want to call it to soon, it’s always if I could
but, so there I am trying to taste her lips with my eyes, when I want so
bad to step into the scene, I call cut and say more lust more feeling, but
that’s not what I mean.
Just another movie just another plot, soon to be critiqued soon to be
forgot.
So as I set here tonight I’m thinking about, how I should shoot that final
scene, should it be famous should it be subtle or to the point, what
should it say what should it mean, I think I’ll have me a few more drinks,
pretty soon now I just wont care, you don’t get hurt and you don’t get
healed, when your setting in the directors chair.

Waiting for robin hood
just sitting here in this noisy little nowhere,wondering
about someday and if we'll ever get there,but i'm scared
that it's desire that makes you greedy,but wanting to much
ain't what makes you needy
trying to separate the what does from the what should,tired
of waiting for justice i'm waiting for robin hood
man that sewer stinks like the devils kitchen,that smell
mingles with the sound of the neighbors bi***en,you can't
get out of this place it's like a sixth sense inside your
head,the cops trying to convince me i'd be better off dead
trying to wash all the bad out of what's left that's
good,following cain waiting for robin hood
and this f***ing job i've got can barely feed me,it's just
another way for the vampires to bleed me,the ones with the
unfair advantage decide what's fair,but i guess i'm just
like'em because i can't pretend to care
and i know it won't no matter how much i wish it would,the
only thing left to do waiting for robin hood
comes a time when you don't want to die you'll have to
kill,be it the devil's way or god's will,but they ain't got
nothing i want that's worth dying for,think maybe i'll drive
downtown and find me a whore
when all you know is can't you just pretend you could,you

VOODOO
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
It’s something that you just can’t know, it’s somewhere that you never
go, it’s something in the things you do, don’t know whose fooling who.
Voodoo.
It’s something in the way she walks, the things she says when she talks,
there’s a path but you don’t know where, there’s a way but you don’t
care.
Voodoo.
Sometimes get to feeling so strange, like your head has been rearranged,
and nothing seems to rhyme, and you feel like your wasting your time.
Voodoo.
It’s in the night time under the moon, but it always ends to soon, and
there aint no other way to feel, there aint no way to know it’s real.
Voodoo.
It’s something that you just can’t know, it’s somewhere that you never
go, it’s something in the things you do, don’t know whose fooling who.
Voodoo.

OFF IN THE DISTANCE
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Off in the distance I see a great change coming, there’s a silent
supernova in the memory of the dead, it’s working thru the night I can
hear the machine humming, my vision relays order to the chaos of my
head, time is just a dream that’s over when the sleeper awakes, in the
power of a pulse there’s a weakness of a heartbeat, but the dream is
like a beggar that gives more than he takes, so it’s down the narrow
path where body and soul meet.
What does it matter what do you care, life is just a game and games
aint always fair, what do you want take what you need, off in the
distance I see a world destroyed by greed.
Over the slope of the hills I see the crest of the valley, I see trees
burning down under a rain forrest cloud, there’s two lovers locked in
love there’s a fight back in the ally, I see one lone soldier turn his back
on the crowd, everyone stops fighting and turns around in awe,
someone shouts hey what’s wrong with you jack, and in the next split
second I cant believe what I saw, he wouldn’t turn to face their music
so they shot him in the back.
Oh what is it what could it be, been to long in bondage gotta set this
spirit free, don’t pull the trigger don’t shoot down the dove, off in the
distance I see a world saved by love.
In a moonless night I see a child in the dark, I cant tell if he’s lost or
just a little scared, there’s a hunter in the field and he aims at his
mark, then he lowers his gun in mercy just to show he cares, so the
child made it thru the darkness and into the early light, he was weary
and his hunger brought him to the nearest door, he was amazed and
enraptured that he’d made it thru the night, a man stood in the
doorway and asked what he’d come for.
When time has come and gone what will you do, will white change to
yellow will black change to blue, can we beat the system will we meet
the challenge, off in the distance I see a world hanging in the balance.

If you've got something to say
Why don't you say it
If you've got something to give
Why don't you give it to me
Day after day I have to say it
We're moving further from heaven
And closer to the deep blue sea
'Cause I have no secrets from you
And I have nothing left to hide
And I'm open to all your questions
Why can't you reach inside
Like I have
Like I have for you
And all these games that you play
Don't tell me how a man should be
Some would say if you knew
You wouldn't be here with me
I love you
I still love you
But I guess it's time to let you be
'Cause I have no secrets from you
And I have nothing left to hide
And I'm so tired of all these questions
'Cause maybe you just changed your mind
Like I have
Like I have
Like I have
Like I have
When I was at your doorstep
You told me to look around
Said come in
You and your heart sit down
But you better watch your step
'Cause you're not far from the ground
And one fine day this all falls down
Like I have
Like I have
If you've got something to say
Why don't you say it
If you've got something to give
Why don't you give it to me
Day after day I have to say it
If we've got something to save

The present is a roadside motel where only the junked souls stay, a
blur of motion for all the rest; clockwise habits waste the days away,
time zones and mind zones and chaos for a compass guide, but to get
somewhere man isn’t that the point of the ride, destination is a
contingency of the desperation behind the wheel, a drivers waltz is
with the stranger; the only way you know how to feel, movement is the
meaning and any other implied relevance is just a wall, these trapped
echoes if this talk got any smaller we wouldn’t be able to hear it at all.
There’s the road behind and the road ahead, there’s a mile marker
baby that’ll tell you when your dead.
The euphoric pulse of misery’s bride is synched to the miracle mile,
and the bastard children of your better judgment are always on trial,
more is the scope of desire idiot savant of emotions class, till your bent
over backwards trying to find a way to kiss your own ass, the gears
that drive the rotation of the planet are the brakes on the wheel of
souls, that free wheeling destiny has a butchers grip on the controls,
stalked by a dead dream down the blank highway every exit sign
promises endgame, but the rainbow is just god’s guilt and truth is the
devil’s nickname.
There’s the road behind and the road ahead, there’s a mile marker
baby that’ll tell you when your dead.
Fate is just the soft focus of a false moment; a believer’s scar, but it’s a
scientific fact that if you don’t keep moving you wont get to far, futility
and rage force the piston against the drivers will, and your self pity
preempts any potential pity for the crush of road kill, and the miles
foot print gets no smaller no matter how far you’ve come from no
where’s hub, there just always turns into here and therein lies the rub,
miles turn to mileage exhaust to exhaustion and the driver into the
drive, just the empty go with the white knuckled knowledge that you
never will arrive.
There’s the road behind and the road ahead, there’s a mile marker
baby that’ll tell you when your dead.

EVE 6
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
She’ll split you like the unknown atom, and leave you to build your own
bomb, she’ll make all your birth starved memories, available only in ROM,
her map littered with ghost town Eden's, a perfect lover is conceived, by a
love sick hologram whore, and a lie that is believed.
Her eyes swimming into darkness, the horizon is her holy grail, and your
just the playwrights understudy, your fiction just tells her tail. carried by
the tease of the future, the needless now just the curse of her sigh, just
the foreplay for the sex of tomorrows, the place she meets you when you
die.

SONG IN FIRST PERSON
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
I sit waiting for the train to pass looking at the commemorative plaque,
something about the first steam engine in Tennessee in eighteen fifty,
I wonder someday if all our achievements will be seen as mere
mistakes, as we create a thousand victims and one planet for every
single beneficiary, but some days I’m so full of love I can see the
beauty in every ugly little detail, most days so full of rage I can barely
see at all, I just feel a little forsaken I guess much like most everyone
else, which leads to forsaken by whom and I always dismiss every
answer that comes to mind, yet I know the answer is this land; this
America; this work.
I drive down Jefferson street there is a house that is no more than
broken down shack, a women in the front lawn trimming the hedges
as if were the work of the lord, I smile and it sends a shiver down my
spine and I’m not really sure why, it’s just like Springsteen said people
always find some reason to believe, they continue to believe even when
their back is broken by the wheel of their labor, I have seen people
struggle; win; lose and even watched them die, I have stood at there
sides; shaken there hands and nearly broke down when they confessed
their fear, strangers yet brothers; I’ve always been so unplugged but
oh how I have felt connected, it’s a vapor like realization of equality
that brings out this true compassion, but it can be so hard in the face
of all the petty little indecencies, people pull off these little games of
advantage that wont do half the good and twice the damage, and I
don’t really know my place in all this except maybe to sing this song,
but as I sit trying to frame all this in words I think how the calculation
of art can seem so cold, but I truly feel somehow warmed by it all
though many days I struggle to remember this, and I’m no patriot this
is simply my home; America land of opportunity and doom, I may
never be a believer but I will get up every morning and lay my fingers
on the pulse of this land.

STREET LEVEL
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
As he watched the stripper show off her implants, he got a hard on but
he felt like crying, after the fall and the taste of the dirt, trying to pick
your self up is much harder than dying, he cheated on his wife so she
got all the money, and as they say he’s just left with what he deserves,
but he still dreams of his average ex wife’s body, as he pouts over the
strippers curves.
Siren screams thru the city can’t tell where it’s coming from, but it’s
easy enough to tell where it’s head’en, the seventh seal just broke on a
bottle of Jack, and the motion just feels like Armageddon, he swallows
his drink and can’t find himself lost, the worlds full of reflections every
way you turn, but a strangers eyes hold the truest mirror, you just
never know; all you do is learn.
You know I really had it all; he says to his new friend, a beautiful wife a
good job and two great kids, I didn’t mean to take the meaning for
granted, but a wrong turn led me to a left turn; here I am on the skids,
they say shame is the deepest river but let me ask you this, what if the
wrong you did was simply a mistake, they call it shame I call it life are
you with me my friend, we all seem to go thru hell for heavens sake.
And up; skyward in the towers of Babylon, where they build the beast
of business on rumor and whim, the rules of street level don’t mean a
thing up here, he looks down; no animosity it simply just doesn’t mean
sh*** to him, he’s got his wife on hold and his girlfriend on the line, he
covers the receiver; hey Paul what’s going on down there, some f***ing
drunk got hit by a car coming out of that strip joint, great they’ve got
my car blocked in; babe I can’t go nowhere.

DREAM OF SEVEN HORSES
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
In silhouette against the black curtain of stars, and a full moon that
hangs like the history of dreams, and they are beautiful creatures with
no trace of fear in the eye, I cannot comprehend my perspective it’s
like emotional mathematics, I see feel and hear them from every
direction at once, loosely gathered but tightly drawn in some
synchronized prayer, muscles taut with purpose and agenda, they
seem to be waiting but I’m an acolyte and know not the sign.
Steam from the nostrils; the pace of a lifetime, manes suspended like
the locks of an angel, no sense of urgency yet emanate danger beyond
horizon, am I the rider or just the witness of the going, and they take
on the wonder and capacity of the night time sky, I feel immensely
inferior and yet they look to me, is it symbol; allegory or is this just
another life mocking dream, or maybe they want to lead me to the
dream waking dawn.
Dream of seven horses, and they are swallowing the night.
So peaceful as the start to slowly move across the haunted landscape,
and I move with them; some unseen force propelled, weightless and
suffering unknown I am the eye of time, lost in the fluidity of their
intrinsic motion the meaning is bated along, and I know everything I
see everything yet there is only static motion, no destination is implied
no direction is emptied, suddenly at full gallop they make the light
catch up, and I am waken and left with only wonder and decay.

ENLIGHTENMENT
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Don’t I feel different don’t I feel blessed, I don’t feel nothing I must
confess, don’t I feel special don’t I feel pure, don’t it feel good
knowing I’ve found the cure, don’t it hurt just the same maybe even a
little bit more, it don’t help one bit to know what for, don’t it feel like a
cramp in my mind, don’t it shine like a vision in front of these eyes so
blind.
Oh you cant afford not to pay the price, the truth hurts but these lies
kill, even the best choice is a sacrifice, between what’s easy and what is
real.
Don’t I feel like a martyr don’t I feel like god’s fool, don’t I feel like
hell’s enemy don’t I feel like heaven’s tool, don’t I live in ecstasy don’t
I shudder in bliss, don’t my lips get numb from beauty’s kiss, don’t
this pain ever stop even after you pull the thorn, must I always suffer
this scorn, don’t I feel sorry for myself don’t my heart ache, don’t I
give and give and give and never hope to take.
Oh you cant afford not to pay the price, the truth hurts but these lies
kill, even the best choice is a sacrifice, between what’s easy and what is
real.
Don’t I wanna be a hero don’t I wanna be a saint, don’t I wanna be
everything that I aint, don’t I wanna teach the people don’t I wanna
shine the light, haven’t we lived long enough in this cold black night,
don’t I wanna live in a cave live on grapes and meditation, don’t I
wanna shun the world and the curse of complication, do I feel like a
gentle lamb in this world so rough, no I just feel like me and that’s
good enough.
And that’s a price you can afford to pay, these lies hurt but this truth is
gonna kill, the only way is the best way, between what is and what is
real.

THE LONG ROAD
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Seems like the closer I get, the further there is to go, seems like the more
I learn, the more there is to know, no matter which way you turn, seems
like your going in the same direction, no matter how many times you
check the mirror, you see the same old reflection.
And I guess it’s just a matter of time before I get to where I’m going, but
it’s sure a long road there and my weariness is showing, and all my faith
is in this road I travel on, to live the peasants life and sing the poets
song.
This melancholy feeling, that has drenched me to the core, never wants
for nothing, but always ask for more, and never did the sunset ever look
so nice, as when all the dues were counted, and I realized I paid them
twice.
And I guess it’s just a matter of time before I get to where I’m going, but
it’s sure a long road there and my weariness is showing, and all my faith
is in this road I travel on, to live the peasants life and sing the poets
song.
And on this road of sorrow, there is really nobody to blame, were all just
victims of our virtue, or victims of our shame, there ain’t no way to turn
back, but we always try, we don’t expect no answers, but were always
asking why, and sometimes it seems like were traveling, down the wrong
road, but it’s not the wrong road, it’s just the long road.

SCHEME OF THINGS
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
From primordial ooze the mystery beget, from the beginning I loved the
wiggle of your DNA strand, and she; now more than the thought the
actual thought process, and this thought process longs to proceed to
action in your arms, and this desire that predates memory and will outlive
its own greed, has the nobility to heal the sick and the barbarity to sicken
the healthy, the very span of the heavens seems no more vast than a
glance of your eyes, and to drink in slowly that ambrosia of your face
makes heaven seem a lesser prize, and when your body just gets in the
way when I wish to fondle your mind, I kiss even softer your body and at
once I am found in that land, in this casual miracle of world stars and
kisses, her lips answer quest and question and so wonder is its own kiss,
she is that daughterless dream that makes beauty desire to be born, and
that chemical in things that gives the earth its color, that’s just how love

DUMB BLIND BLUES SINGER
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
He struggles against the sleep that feeds his dreams, to face the light
he hasn’t seen in years, his mouth full of desperation with no tongue,
his eyes only good for the tears, as a senseless world tries to force
some sense upon him, he can only hear the static of blues in code, he
used to be a traveler of direction specific, now he can’t tell the
pavement from the road, he prepares himself for another black day,
wraps his body in it’s dress, fumbles thru the uselessly beautiful
morning, and to his corner to confess.
He’s trying to say something but he doesn’t know how, he just knows
how to try, he’s trying to mean something, he doesn’t know what ,
doesn’t know why.
He used to be younger than anybody had ever been, but the same trick
of time that turns the grape into the wine, never found the ripeness in
him, and his eyes lost there vision straining for a sign, as his
desperation out paced his demise, he just plunged headlong into his
dire straits, and when the world seem to strut it’s indifference, he
tossed his future to the fates, he finally lost the faith in himself, that
he had lost in everyone else a long time ago, and now with a strangers
vow of silence, a tongue can’t ask what it would know.
He’s trying to say something but he doesn’t know how, he just knows
how to try, he’s trying to mean something, he doesn’t know what ,
doesn’t know why.
He gets to his street corner and finds his place, the hungry heat feeds
upon his skin, the only proof left of the light, is burning off the dross
of his sin, he sits above a puddle blind Narcissus, he forgives the rain
with his gently tapping toe, and the people hurry by and splash this
leftover ocean, but a few stop to witness this woe, six strings of music
attack the air, the way a honeymoon reaches for his wife, he plays the
wonder he only knows one song, it’s a song about a man that forgot to
live his life.

TRAFFIC
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Strapped in the pulpit got my foot on the trigger, it drains the speed
from the street as the engines get bigger, pulled up to the busy stop
light in my ego machine, blocked a guy in at the parking lot cause I
felt mean, but it made me feel guilty all day long, it’s just traffic
etiquette it wasn’t all that wrong, I’m rushing to get somewhere that I
don’t wana go, and the slogan before me says just say no.
Caught in the pursuit of some shifting destination, radio waves babble
the code of some lost tongues communication, I turn it up but it’s all
just blues in code, I wonder if god’s good ear can hear it and thinks it’s
some kind of curious ode, I stop and look and make a wrong turn on
red, I’m a little out of pace with the traffic in my head, the horn only
knows one thing your in my way, move or I’ll run over you have a nice
day.
I move on never hear an end to the engine’s woe, street sign wisdom
tells me all I really need to know, the hissing of the serpent vehicle of
means, I am motive and driven across the façade of shapeless scenes,
fueled by the I will get there first ethics of Cain, and of the blood that’s
spilled the pavement will soak up the stain, rush hour ad infinitum
time is a traffic jam, tires and thoughts and glimpses of the half priced
wholesale scam.
Sirens sing down alleys and bind this odyssey to its fate, doesn’t matter
if we never get there as long as were not late, wrapped in the freshest
roadkill a hypothesis is curled, down serpentine sidestreets that slither
off the end of the world, my conscience a traffic cop my appetite
illegally parked, I’m on the side of town where the lanes are not clearly
marked, and I don’t remember how I got this far down the road,
slipping thur the maze in a daze humming blues in code.
Now the vultures are circling ‘cause the traffic is stopped, and upon the
windshield of my faith the answer to a prayer is dropped, I feel the
mystic engine the traffic and I are one, and now another petty miracle
is forgotten another useless job is done, and I’m back in the prophecy
of the machine I recalibrate the faults,
I head toward some fantasy of home traveling tires and thoughts,
someone else tied to the circuit offers to let me out just a headlight
not a face, I wave ‘cause I thought they were being nice but they just
wanted my place.

MYTH OF A MAN
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
No one ever remembered him being born, he was just there one day a
rose seeking his thorn, no purpose was he seeking no god was in his call,
as lonely as a full moon as perfect as the fall.
There is nowhere to be lost but here in this life field, time is the stone of
any fortress you can build, driven by the weather of hunger and hot
blood, forecast in the silent bloom of this cold bud, this mystery cannot
even fathom it’s own heartbeat, stares into the blank logic blur when two
ghosts meet, trimmed in this transitory and humbling bulk frame, defined
by parameters of absolute end game.
When a man is gone.
There is no truth; his eyes had no color, he’s a bucket of stars; he died of
killer instincts, he once killed a lover with his embrace, he disappeared
for eleven years one time; to this day we still don’t know where, when he
came home from the war he had a god for breakfast, he had four hundred
babies; every one of them were fathers, he built a house in one night and
moved out the next morning, he breeds in the memory of mankind.

THE COMPANY
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
He thought well maybe that’s the good life, when you don’t even
wonder why anymore, he used to feel like he was the company’s wife,
and since realized he’s the company’s whore, he thinks well it’s not so
bad as he closes the door of the company car, the benefits are good
and it really pays, the back nine on Fridays maybe come in under par,
and he doesn’t have to shave on Saturdays.
A little job here a big job there you know your our man, the company
needs you so bad we know you understand, the opportunity for growth
is so strong and you’re a big part of our plan, doors always open let us
know if you need a hand, that’s the kind of lip service; yuck you have
to wipe up the drool, dedicate your life to building a bigger stronger
enemy, and he may be the company’s whore but he’s never been their
fool, he just listens to what he supposed to hear and stares at what
he’s not supposed to see.
He’s worked for the company twenty two years now and done a better
job than most, never really done anything to be proud of but he has no
shame on his resume, showed up everyday dying for a while dead for
years now he feels like the ghost, just do what you have to do; put the
stitches in the wound of another day.
Well he’s fifty six years old now but his mortgage is much younger, the
economy’s cooling off a bit Bill were going to have to make some cuts,
and you just don’t seem to have that drive like you used to you just
don’t seem to have that hunger, his stats are fifth best out of eight
younger men but you can’t argue with the company they just kick your
ifs ands and buts.
The company took the best years of my life from me, now there just
going to leave me here to bleed, god damn the company.

LIMBO
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
So ok I guess you win because I’ve had enough, I knew you were
cheating but I was a fool to call your bluff, hello again world give me
freedom tonight, if my luck holds out I wont be around to see the
morning light, this sorrow has kissed me full on the lips, who ever
thought such a hard fall could come from a few subtle slips, I’m all I
know and nothing in the face of things, I saw the slight of hand in the
magic and the awful smile it brings, all these questions make me fill
like a wrong answer, all these elegant dancers make me fill like a lame
dancer, if yesterday could just stay there and today could be history,
then maybe tomorrow could put an end to this mystery, but something
has to die in the name of progress, all this complacency is just the
surface of the distress, but every fools paradise is a wise mans hell, but
only the fools care to tell the tail, so let this be my duty and my new
wife, if I cant make a living I’ll make a killing from this life.
Nice guys finish last if they can even finish at all, you’ve got to have a
strong stomach and less of a walk than a crawl, you don’t give up you
just lose your taste for trying, you lose your will for life and grow a fear
for dying, so many years ago when I was a child, the stars were
haunting and the world was wild, but now I haunt these streets just like
a ghost, god is just the haunted as I wonder thru the host, who in his
right mind would ever admit he was in hie right mind, the shame is so
well hidden but the shameless pride is easy to find, you can’t solve the
problem with another problem but who knows, if your gonna throw
away the thorn you might as well throw away the rose, and here I am
stuck in the middle of right and wrong, I know I’ve got to wait I just
don’t know how long, I must have caused this effect in some kind of
way, you change the past you cant touch the future and you cant live
today.

THE FISHERMAN
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
He told the story these days with hardly a trace of bitterness at all, he
said god put that tree in my road to help me hear the call, you see Billy
Bateman and I were fishing buddies for six long years, every single
Sunday we’d hit the lake with our rods and a few beers, and my life
was a simple routine that made perfect sense to me, didn’t realize I
was taking so much for granted if you don’t look you don’t see, but
trust is like a tool that never gets taken out of the tool box, and it can
leave your fishing boat smashed upon the rocks.
The fisherman will always be lost, the fisherman learns to pay the cost,
a world contingent upon the will of the bate, a life delivered to the
palm of fate.
We had some hard times and my Katie took a job at the plant; Billy was
her boss, we celebrated that night I watched her and Billy dance a
waltz, we all joked Katie what if your new boss wants more than a slow
dance, she said you’d have to give me a lot more than a job to get in
my pants, it was the best of times; seemed like nothing could go
wrong, but “heaven has a trap door” as they say in that song, I’ve often
wondered how Billy could bear to sit with me in that boat every week,
but thinking back there were some days when he didn’t hardly speak.
Well when I first found out I couldn’t believe it and then suddenly I
knew it was true, it made more sense than the sense of two and two, it
was Billy’s wife Alice that came to the house and told me that day, she
cried and cried and talked about how she would make him pay, when
she left I got my thirty eight and I really felt like I could kill, I hit the
gas with a rage but on the way there I pulled off and just slumped over
the wheel, it’s all over now and god and the church helped pull me
thru, and I will find myself a new bride someday; one who loves the
lord just as much as I do.
The fisherman will always be lost, the fisherman learns to accept the
cost, a world delivered by the balm of belief, a life contingent on the
will of grief.

MOMENTO MORI
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
As I watch her sweet limbs unwind with only a hint of the bone
underneath, all things seem to live in her being; eternally bound heaven
and earth, I wonder how far away would you have to go to already be
there, it’s easy to forget that every breath she takes is as light as air.
Staring into the sleepy face of the darkness I am a sea unknown, and
feelings are just the wounds of the sweeping second hand of the callous
clock of doom, but I marvel the structure of her careless deliverance, and
the way the gravity sustains the rebellion of the orbits ambivalence.
I am the sensuous device of her throttled lust for vanity’s consummation
of dust, swept up in the overture of a Beethoven sky of storm, so this
pearl of a moment is thrown back to the jaws of time; a worthless token
of eternity, the infant cry; a battle call in this revolution of modernity.
And I see the dictionary of the sermon in the eyes of her memory, and the
future is a kind of blindness with a cure for a cause, looking to the inertia
of her beauty; even time almighty seems helpless to act upon, yet my eyes
fix the tribute of ghost and flesh and fabric one day gone.

I need what I want there’s no doubt about it, I cant die in peace if I have
to live without it, my major breakthrough turned out to be a minor
breakdown, I used to be a man of the world now I’m just another drunk
downtown.
This world cant forgive a man, I only hope god can, my nerves aren't so
steady I got a head full of trouble, hey Mac better make mine a double.
I hate myself but I’m not gonna do anything about it, as soon as I feel
good about something that’s when I begin to doubt it, sometimes I wanna
let the fury fly but it gets stuck in my throat, I was the first one to say lets
sail and the only one that missed the boat.
This world cant forgive a man, I only hope god can, my nerves aren't so
steady I got a head full of trouble, hey Mac better make mine a double.
To fight for freedom that was my predestination, I just fell a victim to the
the habit of complication, pour me another one Mac I’ll show ‘em who’s

ATMOSPHERIC PRESSURE
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
The night breeds incessant days from the womb of eternity, music
flows freely thru the air sound waves bother the senses, in the dream
of a perfect world vision is lost to the sleeping eye of beauty, sorrow
like a tireless mercenary batters the facade of contentment's weakening
defenses, there the home of light across the street from the ally of
darkness, the beginning is questioning it’s motives now and wants to
start over again, see the true value of money now as we stand and
watch it burn, as the flaming arrows of currency hit the target of
immortal sin.
This globe sunk in atmosphere beneath the belly of the deep,
dreamers and doers life renewers this dream is sunk in sleep, air is to
breath what life is to death take the unborn sky, body and deed soul
and greed only birds can really fly.
Thought it was a mystery till it was solved by a preschool child, great
cities are laid to waste in the imagination of the boy king, god can only
do so much for man before he loses his self respect, prevalence is
discrimination and who’s to say person place or thing, a melted jungle
liquid tissue runs together and forms a kaleidoscope of remorse, time
flows like lava thru the land and leaves no survivors in it’s wake,
senses numbed from sensations color just seems like shadows in the
light, everyone is called to the great sacrifice for no one’s sake.
This globe sunk in atmosphere beneath the belly of the deep,
dreamers and doers life renewers this dream is sunk in sleep, air is to
breath what life is to death take the unborn sky, body and deed soul
and greed only birds can really fly.
After the feast no one stayed around to watch the scavengers picking
bones, the night belongs to those who have nothing left to offer the
day, the tension between the time honored and the time forsaken has
escalated into indifference, but all glory will lose it’s shine in the
windfall way, meanwhile the night preaches it’s silent dogma in the
twinkling of the stars, suddenly the sky of the mind explodes with a
brilliant cadenza of shimmering beauty, the world sits like a
thunderstruck spectator from it’s seat in the heavens, and watches a
sense of wonder become a sense of duty.
This globe sunk in atmosphere beneath the belly of the deep,
dreamers and doers life renewers this dream is sunk in sleep, air is to
breath what life is to death take the unborn sky, body and deed soul
and greed only birds can really fly.

a city that's all one color,a sinister shade of gray,where the walls tumble
up,and there are seven nights in every day,confusion is
commodity,desperation a new dance craze,the streets they don't go
anywhere,there just a tour of the maze *what's the news,babylon blues
just right up the street,at the corner of rape and vine,there's an excuse
behind a badge,feeding the dogs to the lions,there's a dream back in the
ally,she'll help you catch up on your sleep,but hell is so expensive,and
man paradise is cheap *light the fuse,babylon blues there building a new
religion,but there not sure if the sidewalk can hold it,so they amended a
few codes,and now the blind lead the blind folded,now the third shift
traffic masterpiece,goes no way home to bed,oily hearts pollute the
mechanism,of the cities clockwork head *digest the ruse,babylon blues
the old man of the parking lot,the doctor hands him the ink blot,he says

WAITING
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
The good old days went by without us even knowing they were the
good old days, if you really want to make something matter all you
have to do is throw it away, the solvent of time will put the flesh to it’s
base of dust, and spike the differential of what happened and how you
remember it; as your memories start to rust.
I didn’t know this was my life I’ve been wondering when it would start,
the stars were laid before me like an autopsy but I couldn’t read that
chart, but I have learned from the despotic now; you’ve got to live
every moment like it’s gonna be your past, because if your building a
bridge you better build it to last.
I prefer what I want to what I have so I bargain the swamp of my soul,
and so the future’s born again chaos becomes the moments device of
control, I live on the feast of becoming; in a relentless cathedral of
rain, reality is an amalgamation of memory and moment fixed in the
arrogant ache of this pain.
The clockwork killing of the neo-nothingness that each day dreams up
to dream down, is the swim of the river; the source of the deep that
will drown, and the apathetic motion of my allegorical little life;
remaining, draws sustenance from this nothingness and feasts on this
famine; upon the time containing.
Everyday is just the heap of waiting; just the unwilling weather of this
weatherman’s will, the static motion of this routine of ruin make for an
easy kill, but what can you really yield to this reaper; because this is
not living it’s just surviving, where can you really go in this hardwired
nowhere; because this is just going; not arriving.

THE SIRENS OF HYPOTHALAMUS
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Over and across oceans and egos, they will lure any man from shore to
sea, a song with a shiny hook of sacrifice, bated with the taste of what
might be.
Never was a beauty more formalized, the soprano tongue of her
temptation, and you feel like the wind chasing a star, no longer the dumb
show of sublimation.
She stands dressed in your imaginations default, and you a connoisseur of
melody, she has the moon on a chain of mornings, and you believe you
could live off the scraps of this luxury.
Her price in detail uncalculated, the slope of her hips; perfections grade,
but it’s your desire that swims madly thru your blood, she just feeds off
the meal you have made.
Will you swim to her island of you, distorted by the phantom of the view,
with rose petal sex and love in wine, with angels for lips and the devil’s
spine, the milk of her myth to nourish newborn, and the shoulder of time
when the build is shopworn, poet of her muse; you write the song she
sings, only ashes delivered in the heat she brings.

CHAMPION OF NOBODIES
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
We could all live together in the same house, the leading man free to
be his inner mouse, where the wine would flow like mud and the wit
like wine, and if you just wana be left alone you’ll have to wait in line,
and I know where we can get a place real cheap, where we can blow
just what we reap, I will be each and everything you need, and I will
hold the cup as you bleed.
And don’t try to sing me songs from nowhere, just tell me where your
going and I’ll already be there, I’m not like you but I am somebody, I
am the champion of nobodies.
See the young man strut the streets like a Malthusian ghost, I’ll be his
patron saint be his heartbreak host, like Bruce Cockburn singing the
true tear of a witness stinging his eye, and you know if he had a rocket
launcher some son of a bi*** really would die, I’m trying to decide
which is closer tomorrow or yesterday, but silence is only a virtue when
you don’t have anything to say, and I’ve got enough words to fill a
bible, and just enough nerve left to preach at the revival.
And don’t try to tell me I’m just another dreamer, ‘cause the man with
the littlest scheme is the biggest schemer, I don’t wana be like you I
am somebody, I’m the champion of nobodies.
We will build a shrine for future generations, an ode to all the
unsensed sensations, and we’ll build a school on the ironies of
indifference, and we can make easy jokes about all this trivial
significance, and I will find a blanket big enough to sleep us all, and we
will watch the cities rise with knowledge of the fall, I will live my
mystery among sympathetic minds, we will search the jungle everyday
for anyone tangled in the vines.
And don’t try to tell me I’m just another wana be, ‘cause I’m just blind
enough to see what I wana see, it’s the only way to be myself and be
somebody, the champion of nobodies.
But who am I to think I could ever mean anything, just clawing at the
dirt for this fools gold, and as my story tells me, I try so hard to remain
untold.

HUNGRY BLUE HEAT
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
The heat is like some kind of pressing demon, and it takes away even
more than I have to give, my hands look like there three lifetimes old,
and I mostly die everyday so that I can barely live, I dream of cool
waters and freedom, from rolling this stone everyday, and when I see a
keyhole of light I’m going to blow, and I pity anyone in my way.
I wana pay it off but the debt just grows, a mans only worth what he
owes, don’t wana end up being another victim of the street, sweating
in the hungry blue heat.
When opportunity knocks I just get suspicious, I mean why would it
want to kick in the door, with paranoia on my breath I sharpen the
night, till I’ve had just enough to want a little more, I’m a victim but
I’ve got a killers pride, and I’ll get even with a sailors luck, and you
your just dressed up garbage, you’ve done worse than me just to make
a buck.
The best man is the one who keeps his mouth shut, or you wind up in
the ally with your throat cut, so you just learn to play the loser if you
get beat, you can’t stay cool in this hungry blue heat.
The best you can hope for is understanding, the worst you can get is
forgiveness, but you can bath in the agony of your sins, until your
clean and painless, and sorrow is the price you pay, for believing
anything is free, just turn your head the other way, if your the type that
believes everything you see.
It will turn you into something you didn’t know you were, you’ll loose
her love and then you’ll loose her, and you’ll revel in your past and
thrive on your defeat, if you get burned by the hungry blue heat.
You come to the intersection and you just can’t stop, you blame on the
bankrupt electronics of some traffic light, and there’s music angels and
omens in the air, but that just makes it easier for wrong to feel right,
and at the center of the spin of indifference, you wait an eternal instant
for clarity, you want the hangman’s faith the judge’s proof, but you
have to try to make it on random bits of charity.
You see I just couldn’t find a way to make the little things matter, I
wanted to eat my words off a silver platter, from a sacred cow to just
another piece of meat, swallowed by the hungry blue heat.

WHEN THE FLAME BURNS VIOLET
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
When the flame burns violet, come to me woman in a rainstorm of
passion, When the flame burns violet, I will know your flesh and drink hot
kisses.
Let me see your soul shining on your face, show me once again lover how
the art creates the artist, you call that something in me that transcends
reason and begs for rhyme, and just like poetry you mean to much to have
a definition.
When the flame burns violet, I will show you the beast in me that howls at
the moon in you, When the flame burns violet, reality will suffer self
doubt and flesh will be our fantasy.
As if in Eden with my first glimpse of Eve I am my erection, and we will
burn and boil like hell to bury our souls in heaven, love is the alphabet of
language even the brute tongue of lust, and so lover I will make you feel
the woman in your being and you will suffer the man in mine.
When the flame burns violet, the world will silence into a rapture of grace
and motion, When the flame burns violet, we will rave the soul and
thunder the universe.

A MAN CAN FALL
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
In the earthly battle for the keep of paradise, there is no blood in the
mercy; no escape from the price, vanities and dreams halo the skull of the
clay, and keep his homeless eyes focused on the myth of someday.
But when the time has come for the baptism of will, he’s liable to balk
and stall, because a man can fall.
It’s a dark path of meaningless necessity, he looks at the world as a
mirror that sees what it wants to see, and the sanity of ebb and orbit
seems lunatic, till the spinning globe of days makes him feel sober sick.
All the useless work that can break a man’s back, is likely to slow him to
a crawl, because a man can fall.
Under clouds the stars give no direction, just another false engine primed
for rejection, his blood runs a bitter vintage once his heart is crushed, his
head just the ringing of silence once his voice is hushed.
His pilgrimage an exercise in humility’s stoop, and the idols stand so
tough and tall, but a man can fall.
Inspiration is just the exhaust of his religions bait, a stuttering desire the
wind and warden of his fate, his swallowed seed yet spread of kindred and
kin, his wretched heart a debtor to the bank of original sin.
How like an animal he prowls the face of the deep, and the angels fly so
high till the world seems so small, but a man cant fly, because a man can
fall.

MISSING LINK
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
You better wash them bones real good, till there all shiny white, I wonder
if you could , give me some day for night, are you puzzled by this strange
design, do you believe in the power of reason, can we change this water
to wine, can we sell it out of season.
Never act before you think, body and mind what’s the missing link,
You better test that answer first, or the question might be wrong, oh I
swear this charm is cursed, but it couldn’t last for long, come join the
great debate, throw another house on the fire, tomorrow is always to late,
ah the truth is such a liar.
Science and religion oh what a stink, god and man what’s the missing
link.
You better try hard to just be you, you better try harder to understand me,
there are so many things we could do, just imagine what we could be, but
it’s not so easily done, and there aint no reason why, living just aint that
much fun, when you know you’ve got to die.
At times we feel like were on the brink, spirit and flesh what’s the missing
link.

GOD KNOWS WHERE
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
It’s in here somewhere there’s nowhere else it could be, the afterlife is an
afterthought obviously, maybe the world is a ghost that thinks I’m not
real, moving in for the keep or the kill.
Paralyzed with the motion of all I should do, god knows where my life is;
do you?
All the explanations all the why-less whys, mincing heavens rhetoric with
sky-less skies, and all the work that amounts to moving a hole, the flesh
on the machinery that wastes my soul.
Trying to define the colors of this unbelievable blue, god knows where
my life is; do you?
Choices other voices and starless rhythms, wether-less rain and unpacked
meaning, keeps a man in the plot of his place, keeps a man in the eyes of
his face, living in between the grind and the grace.
Framed in the silence of my pointless pain, I am the ambassador of this
reap-less rain, with the answers that no question ever ask, I carry bane
and bulk of this shapeless task.
I have to solve this puzzle without a single clue, god knows where my life
is; do you?

GRACE
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
If I live thru the death of this night, if I see that sweet morning light,
destiny is just a days ride, this lonesome night will be my guide, she
could not reveal her grace, I could not see past her face, her touch was
like the wind, her beauty my only friend.
Come to me now, come to me now.
This storm has been a comfort to me, like a fish in a raging sea, as I
move thru this dream, like a leaf on a stream, I want to dance on the sky,
I never never want to know why, there she goes and I am gone for dead,
is it all just in my head.
Come to me now, come to me now.
The dawn has cut thru this night, but there’s a fog that rises to the light,
my vision is tempted with haze, the morning’s breath leaves me in a
daze, in this fog she’ll be hard to find, but I cant get her out of my mind, I
wish just once she would come to me on her own, and never ever leave
me here alone.
Come to me now, come to me now.

Welcome to the big world little man, where the best you can do is all you
can, in the endless days of yesterdays dreams, and every night is busted
at the seams, these fantasies are appalling and appealing at the same
time, the blood of the lamb with a twist of lime, your future reads just like
your past, you cant break the spell once it’s been cast.
You resign your self to a troubled life, divorce the world and take a wife, a
choice has been made but you didn’t get to choose, oh oh may the best
man.....
Welcome to the little world big man (pig man), where the best you can do
s the best you can, the end of the road is an easy pace, the fattest rat will
win the race, desires only limit is a poor cash flow, all dreams come true
in reality’s afterglow, the icon who worships his prayers, who seems
concerned but never cares.
Headlong your self righteous ideal is hurled, you divorce your wife and
take the world, your virtue is just a thinly disguised sin, oh oh may the
best man.....
Welcome to the real world simple man, where all you can do is all you
can, laughter is the middle way between the seriousness and the sorrow,
today is the never ending bridge between yesterday and tomorrow, the
kingdom is not the castle nor the king, it’s the song itself that inspires
one to sing, the tragic beauty of the truth knows no shame, and the eye
of the beholder cast no blame.
The light still pervades in the darkness blind, the path is hard to keep
though it’s easy to find, and all those other tall tells well thats just so

He stepped into the bank; wiped his feet on the word trust, he noticed
right away she handled her bills with a particular lust, he went straight up
to her because her window was marked deposits only, she was the prop
of a merger he was the puppet of the lonely, she said hello how are you
he said-
I can’ t help it there’s just something about your eyes their like UFO’s, the
minute I saw you I felt like I had been given to much change back, now
there’s a renegade future out there that I need you to invest in, and our
capital gains will spawn institutions that will renumber the map, and if
the push comes to an opposite and equal shove we’ll sleep in the vault,
and I will count your pennies and you can calculate the potential
numbness of absolute zero.
She offered to buy him launch but like a fool he had already eaten, before
she even closed her window he caught her cheating, she said I’ve always
loved you and he looked down at his watch, when he looked up again she
was staring at the proposal in his crotch.
Seven years latter at dinner she didn’t finish her dessert, she said she
thought she may have to go to the doctor; her mutual fund gland was
starting to hurt, he convinced himself that his hurt too because he liked
the medicines taste, like starving vultures at a bounty of waste.
Two hours later she said we’ve been practicing theory, when I look into
your piggy bank eyes I just feel weary, all the romance has gone out of
our account I need other thieves to rob, now he’s a bankrupt bone digger

THE BIRDS AND THE MONEY BEES
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
THE BIRDS AND THE MONEY BEES
The first time I looked in her eyes I knew two and two was four, these
days I spend my time searching for the numerical value of more, it’s a
dirty business making money out of all your time, what you thought was
the land of the law was the scene of the crime.
Cross the neon desert for the holy grail of a natural blond, she use to play
the being of your chemistry you just wave your magic wand, those primal
urges you learn to control become polite euphemisms you can’t deny,
living a life that allows no wonder but the wonder of why.
All the beauty of a pristine early summer day, is not part of the contract of
the soulless grind for two weeks of pay, when you curse the oracles fate
they just sat that’s life, you just marry some f***ing job and go to work on
your wife.
You go to school to learn all about the birds and bees, and grow up to
find nothing matters but making money, the draft of her perfume use to
make you weak in the knees,
Now the birds sing top forty soundtrack in a world driven by the pulse of
automated ethics that turn heaven into another gray area that turns the
law into lawyers and sends every wild thing left afoot clawing at the
asphalt for a morsel of innocence long ago surrendered to the dirt
underneath and the money bees buzz build and belch for the brewing of
artificial honey.

BED OF ROSES
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
In the falling away of the last sunset, when the sweetness of nullity calms
all regret, where at last my true lover is finally met.
I’ve suffered in kindness and grown strength in scorn, the fate of seeming
not being knows all who are born, and so for life not death is it I mourn.
And now without pity pull the last tooth from the lion’s jaw, with careless
ceremony break the last remaining laws, and then jump from the height
from which a weaker man falls.
So take what the first night denies us and the last dream shows us, and
when I have ceased the senseless babble and stopped these pitiful poses,
take my dirt born flesh and bury it in a bed of roses.

HOTEL NEVER
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
The people in the next room are a world away, but I can still hear
everything they say, I’m paid up thru the summer I’d hate to leave, radio
says one thing t.v. another I don’t know what to believe.
The people in the next room are getting on my nerves, but every tenant
gets just what he deserves, I stare out the window out where the airport
used to be, not a figure makes sense except upon poetry.
The people in the next room I don’t wish them any harm, but just to get
rid of ‘em for a little while I punched the fire alarm, her letters ask when
will I be coming home, a BMW rolls by I admire the chrome.
The people in the next room don’t realize who I am, but I could paint
them into a hell of a jam, the room service is good but I don’t use it
much, it’s that tip you have to give and the bell boys grateful touch.
The people in the next room don’t even know I’m in here, they don’t
understand midnight and that bottomless fear, the way this room is
decorated it’s really not me at all, I don’t know which escort service I
should call.
The people in the next room are just a wall away, but they still can’t seem
to hear anything I say, tonight I study unborn and revise my doom, I’ll
just have to learn to live with the people in the next room.

GORY DETAILS (the authority of anarchy)
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Down in the river with a flooded mind, rain cloud in thunder there’s a
flower I’m trying to find, the handshake of the rich shake the bone of
the poor, pulse beat of legend survives from days of yore, rub mankind
with an eraser then trace him with invisible ink, a dream is a word
asleep to think, wheels of destination on the road of never, reflection
of reality after the sever, traces of a way there’s fingerprints on the air,
what ghost would even hint at such a dare, where is the last moment
at now, nothing is forever the wind don’t know how, move like a
concentric mood in the dark, feed the flame to cool the spark, the sky
is asleep; down means straight from here, an eye is worth about twenty
more cents than an ear, light is a bath like water in a grave, I read in a
magazine that heros aren't really brave, the moon is on the breeze for
a new pimp, the pope is not allowed to make fun of god’s limp, she is
like a hunger for which there has never been an appetite, someone
hurled a book and it fell straight thru the night, the dead hands of
desire are cupped for a handout, vanity is hanging out with humility
fishing for doubt, the politics of the grass is always greener, everyday
the morning seems to be getting meaner, one day sleep will wake up
on it’s death bed, memory is telling decision about what destiny said, a
world in a heartbeat; chaos on the head of a pin, trifles in the wood-
grain where poetry is a sin, a limp box of distraction; dig up a scar,
their measuring for a rainbow gonna plant a star, the sky is the belly of
a dead sailor, he used to drink and dance with heaven’s jailer, the truth
is tattooed on the inside of Babylon’s lips, the naked light is revealed
as the darkness strips, numbers wont fit on things that don’t have a
name, this fool spent his entire fortune on fame, water is upside down;
talk to a dream, music is like waves flesh is like steam, the city of
strangers where the government is rain, the land of the forgiven where
they worship the goddess of pain, an approximate apparition leaves a
picture perfect vision, authority like weather rules with indecision.

THE NEXT BIG THING
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Wake up you don’t want to be late for your dreaming lessons, he shook
off the covers; just a boy and his obsessions, learning the science of
sabotaging art, a dream so big it’ll fit into a package for sale in k-mart,
he’ll be the spiritual ecstasy for all true believers, a new point of reference
for the great deceivers, and what will happen to this kid who can’t wait to
grow up, the next big thing is just waiting for him to show up.
He would look in the mirror and pose for the cameras critique, he
supposed this common calling is what made him unique, delicately poised
on the cutting edge of conventionality, he says this untranslatable pout
will be my specialty, there will never be a place that I don’t look right at
home, with a drink a moon and a comb, he wants it to be truth so bad
that he lip syncs the lie, the animal just knows how; cannot pick up the
scent of why.
We often can’t see the light for the light bulb and we don’t trust the sun,
he excepted his place with the grace of the chosen one, didn’t realize it
was just a line in his story, he thought it was the closing chapter in a
book of glory, it’s the psyche of the killer who feels sorry for his prey, he
feels the pain of the bullet but pulls the trigger anyway, and we all know
what happened to that kid who took to the wing, he’s crushed in the dirt
under the foot of the next big thing.

EVE 5
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
She was landscape language a painters witch to burn, a burden of the
shapelessness that you have to earn, dreaming hardcore medicine she
makes the devil’s bed, takes the wish of what you would and leaves what
you are instead, pushing skies of plunder Adam’s safety net, the apple
like a cannonball finds its target met, she leaves no reasons wounded;
supplies the dreaming dead, the burning bush of her body the apocalypse
of her head.
Undulating atoms the apprentice of the blame, the moon of her demeanor
and the desperate need for flame, every moment is created in the apathy
of her womb, the seed of your success and the harvest of your doom.

CLOCKS
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Born into motion set sail against the sky, inspiration is slowed down to
the wink of an eye, we travel east and west in the same step, the
distance of our dreams distort in this strange effect, time plays
favorites here but there’s no way to know it, age is in motion only the
clock doesn’t show it, action moves so slowly but turns into memory so
fast, memory clings to the moment but the moments never last, move
me from the inside cast against the stoney ghost, between the density
of experience and memory; memory weighs the most, clocks are little
liars and full of shameless ambition, and just like knowledge have no
respect for intuition, the fall doesn’t look as fast at the scene of the
descent, but purpose falls to pieces and becomes a victim of it’s own
intent, everything that has been done still lacks for what can never be,
the pearly gates of perfection have a profound lack of sympathy, the
shortest distance between two points is being there, and a circle is the
only route for those who cant afford the fare, till we finally reach that
perfect speed that cast the light, like the stillness of a stagnant pool
reflects in the night, train of thought moves slowly thru time, point of
reference fixed forever in this rhyme, all beauty is in a transition of
indifferent decay, you cant rightly judge today until tomorrows had it’s
say, the contemporary rag of pain polishes some antique pleasure, a
calculated risk pays off with a morsel to small to measure, even after
all hope is lost desire still remains, it’s a matter of time but the clock
just complains, every second of blind faith is spent tempting fate, it’s
never to soon to always be to late, but there’s a beggars fortune at the
end of every rainbow, and on the dance floor of the rain dance their
waiting for the rain to show, the past is gone all we’ve got left is the
future now, but the slippery hands of the clock cannot hold this vow,
the atoms of time make up the parts of the clock, it’s sardonic voice
repeats the nonsense of tic tock, life in motion in it’s dust cloud fame,
it begins in wonder and it ends the same, the thunder is the void as it
clears it’s throat, the summer returns to the sky for it’s winter coat, a
fence row marks the boundary of imagination, and on the other side is
the junkyard of miscalculation, and the ruins of the future are kept
there to, until their time has come and then is thru, and every now and
then an impossibility jumps the fence, and sings for it’s supper at it’s
own expense, but time doesn’t have a memory and it has no eyes, so it
cant remember the truth or see thru the lies, but clocks are the
conspirators against all this holy time, but they cant stop the
posthumous poet from singing his eternal rhyme.

LOOKING FOR SOUL
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Well my feeling are only skin deep, and beauty is the fabric of erotic
suckling motion, I want to lose all I’ve lost so as to find what I can
keep, a measure of the silence transcend all the commotion, I want to
move thru the world like sunlight’s lover, I wanna dance on the bones
of legends and f*** like a rainbow, I’m gonna paint the maps and terra
incognito I will discover, I will not believe wish or think I will know.
I wanna see the kingdom come, I wanna beat the heartbeat drum, I
wanna swim in tides beyond all control, oh oh I’m looking for soul.
I will drink the blood of the river, and the wine will deliver, me, I will
fall upon my prey, I will set the endless day, free, and I will close my
eyes and see.
Let me live it just for love and let me sing it like a prayer, let me walk
with angels and dream with gods, I will dress like clouds and touch like
breath and air, I will bet on the sunrise and just laugh at the odds,
mind drunk with the ghost of eternity spilling wine and song, reason is
a glamour shot of the ugliest mermaid in the sea, I’m dancing with
music’s memory where creation banged its gong, and the beauty of
Eve’s naked body before she plucked the apple from the tree.
I wanna live in Eden’s vacant lot, where original sin has been forgot, I
wanna cross the bridge of sighs and pay that toll, oh oh I’m looking for
soul.
Oh petty Earth lets borrow Saturn’s rings for a day, lets toast
marshmallows on a sunset and kiss the rain, lets send flowers to every
star in the Milky Way, let the whole world make love at the same time
like the sound of a distant train, time just babbles barks and moans
and silence is a poet, I will skin beauty’s hid and make a coat for my
bed, and if I feel like love is my vision my eyes will show it, and I will
walk thru the field of sorrows though my feet be made of lead.
I wanna find the worlds true heart, see the whole in every part, I wanna
climb out of mankind's petty whole, oh oh I’m looking for soul.

FACING NORTH
I collected everything the past owed me, and I only had enough to buy a
casual future, I had dreams and visions and gods that showed me, where
the market void and the breeding city sex were, but now I feel so cynical
about being cynical, although I have seen pettiness and spite soil the holy
ghost, but retribution and bloodlust are identical, the truth is wine to a lie
like a drunk who likes to boast.
Well now I live on food and I dream on flowers, and the sky is no limit to a
flightless bird, and the honey’s still sweet when the milk of paradise
sours, with my innocence ruptured print bleeds a virgin word, and the
healing is mending my flesh to new life, and the world of events has
started dreaming again, I’ve weathered the eclipse and savored the knife,
and I’ve found the bone of the Earth under this fragile skin.
Now I’m heading south facing north and all that I’ve lost, is once again
lost in all that I’ve gained, desire and misery have split the cost, but I’m
losing touch with every feeling I feigned, and I’m finding myself by not
looking so hard, and I’ll drop a trail of light when I follow the dark, and
now destiny has dealt me a wild card.

THE COMING TOGETHER OF FALLING APART
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
This dream needed more sleep so I put it back to bed, my feelings
were a little numb so my thoughts tried to sabotage my head, it can be
everything at once or it can be nothing at all, it’s hard to tell which
direction your falling once you start to fall.
A little weakness can make you strong, when the world seems made
for wrong, the night will crack the dawn, and you will sing a simple
song.
You beat your brains out and then fall in love with your heart, that’s
the coming together of falling apart.
It always feels like your following someone’s pointing finger instead of
following your feet, it takes so long to get anywhere but you can get
nowhere in a heartbeat, and sometimes no matter what I do I feel like I
don’t know what I’m doing, and if it’s not raining now the sky shows
off a storm that’s brewing.
But I make it everyday, the future's here to stay, and the price is priced
to pay, any way’s the way.
Let the blind lead the blind then smash your compass guide and chart,
that’s the coming together of falling apart.
I’ve been down by days nagged by nights and dragged face down thru
the mud, but I kept my peace because I know holy water is thicker than
blood, you do everything for sacrifice or desire but you cant sacrifice
desire, and I’m here to tell you all you can do is burn if you fall into a
fire.
I’m a lover and a fighter, I’m god’s ghost writer, I will carry this load
much lighter, hold this trouble tighter.
Lay down your faith imagine your finished then live your lifeless start,
that’s the coming together of falling apart.
For some strange reason this doesn’t seem strange, life is a raging
river of change.

MISS AMERICA
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Miss America I’ve been waiting for you to notice me, but I know your
always so busy being free, you know I love you; anyway I guess that’s
you, your big idea eyes draped in your red white and few, but your
always humming some stupid song that I hate, and you always leave
the best part of the meal on the plate, what’s that you said if you could
only have one wish, peace on earth well that’s a mighty big fish.
Her mother wanted a doctor and her father wanted a dancer, now the
politician with the strap on smile avoids the question as he greases up
his answer, as the judge tries to have himself declared legally blind,
she has her seeing eye dog put to sleep out of fear of what they might
find, she learned to love it so much she could force the infidel to leave
it, clever enough to prove she doesn’t exist and dumb enough to
believe it, but our eyes are so sore that you’re an ointment for our
sight, we’ll do the number on what is wrong in the name of what is
right.
You can’t even notice the fangs in such a pretty smile, she casually
omits good taste and formally declares it style, on the cutting edge of
conventionality she always carries this razor blade, so she can threaten
suicide at her convenience if someone else seems better made, the raw
sewage of her thousand ships worth of base and blush, has drained
into the mirrors pool of glass and turned it into mush, and you’ve
turned your tears into an environmental issue, but we will move
mountains for the irony of bringing you a tissue.
You’re a really good actress but what you really want is to direct, and
here comes your therapist with another script you can reject, I could
write a book about how you have absolutely nothing to say, your so
ugly in a beautiful kind of way, and now I’m not so sure that you’re my
type after all, when I got a look at your will and it said you want to be
buried under the mall, when all that’s sacred can be kept in your make
up purse, I’ve been dying to met you and now I don’t know which is
worse.

ODD NUMBERS
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
In the far corner of the trinity forsaken by the god of hosts, where the
children of the square peg are still haunted by Job’s ghost, symmetry
fortifies the killers pride of the brave, and yet there would be no
master if there were no slave, the vague wind of circumstance blows
from minute to hour, the bitterest seed thats sown reaps the sweetest
flower, the richest souls are born into poverty for life, some are
hardened into stone some see thru the strife.
God’s ways are mysterious but not any more so than mans, everyones
caught a glimpse of a different set of master plans, for some the world
is turning for others it is still, what can the victim say when he’s
approached for the kill, the outside is looking in while the inside is
looking out, each faith only as strong as the desperation of doubt, the
relative value wavers to and fro, some will see it thru others will watch
it go.
The biggest of ides will be laughed about someday, there is only
everything but thats for each to say, the equation is so precise yet it
draws a question mark, it takes the knowledge of the light to be afraid
of the dark, there’s a sucker born every minute or a reasonable
facsimile of, always on the receiving end when push comes to shove,
and though the womb of the world is lined with sorrow, there still
remains the inarticulate joy of tomorrow.
The lawless go around wondering who made the laws, or wondering
about the interpretation of a particular clause, their are those who
would cut off their thought to spite their mind, this whirlwind of
information can sometimes be quite unkind, the beauty mark of style
worn like a contemporary crown, it’s a circus but it’s hard to tell who’s
the clown, but the tightrope walkers are easy to spot way up on the
high wire, where you either have to be brave or stupid or have a bad
desire.
But it’s this repulsive nature that feeds this attraction, the same way
this unresponsive attitude cased this reaction, in a world where only
the unwilling walk on nails, heros spill their guts and dead men tell no
tails, a mongrel on a unicycle is not an inspiring sight, trying to avoid
the issue is the surest way to start a fight, the absolute is now just a
relative matter of legality, the most immoral things are done in the
name of morality.
Sometimes a theory of good intentions has no practical use, sometime
holding it back does more harm than letting it loose, but it wont make
it any better pretending that it’s fine, confusing the all to human with
the divine, predatory creatures on a handmade hunting ground,
nothing has been lost but something has been found, reason fakes it’s
purpose then seeks it’s pleasure, looking thru this trivial trash for a
trifling bit of treasure.
Lost in the eye of the beholder the subject becomes the object, the
abject eye that over looks all virtues but is quick to spot a defect, and
now the truth is so battered and bruised it has to limp to the witness
stand, and sometimes it’s so down and out a lie must lend a hand, and
there is no way to be sure when the truth does really lie, sometimes
it’s really hard to believe your eyes but I guess we have to try, but there
are some who would advocate the inspiration of doubt, and there’s no
doubt; doubts a belief that we cant live without.

in the midst of all these maybe's i found the
never,somewhere has a border but nowhere goes on forever,and
i am the messenger from this address,caught in a different
kind of bind an organized mess,acceptance is for those who
find something acceptable,it's so contemptuous the things we
call respectable
*if i were me,i'd bind myself with the burden of the
free,break loose of this soap opera slavery,let the river
back into the sea,if i were me
it's hard to enjoy the world you have when all you do is
dream of a better one,but i just like to look at the bullet
i don't even own a gun,when we can all call each other
customer then it will be a perfect world,when the white flag
of surrender is unfurled,then the evil empire can drop it's
disguise,and big business man will be know as the master of
lies
*if i were me,i'd crack the code of this misery,let the
mirror glean what we refuse to see,shine a light in the bed
of democracy,if i were me
and they know how to turn the truth into a laughing
stock,just some petty paranoiac trying to manufacture solid
rock,and it's colder than we could ever know that black hole
of greed,toss a scrap to the needy just enough to raise the
debt and the need
*if i were me,i'd live off the crumbs of reality,make the
judge pay the legal fee,forget how to live and just learn to
and so i struggle,like all,thru a world that is a mirror of
the worst in us,thru separate paths in our mutual misery,the
soul stopping boredom of fruitless labor,stock market
suicides,king of the heap,ant of the dung hill,we all sale
ourselves the latest version of reality,and sale each other
the latest escape from it,all thinking that the machine will
run faultless,if we each assume our proper duty,all embalmed
with the liquid gold parasite of the american dream,placated
with the vision that with a little hard work you can get
somewhere,when nowhere,and how to get there,is all so clear

THE FARE
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
A lonely saxophone moans off in the distant night, it’s desperate
musical mating call goes lost, I read in my room under this circle of
light, i know exactly what this price cost.
Love caresses me from a long distance lover, as i slip form my
hypothesis into practice, but I escaped that desire and went
undercover, and shook direct hit for a near miss.
Oh this empty room has bled it’s loneliness into me, but I feel like I
don’t need a thing, it’s just this idea of freedom that wont set me free,
like in the cold winter how we long for spring.
In this religion I have found I have lost myself, I’ve lost every potential
to first glance worth, I wish I’d never seen that book upon the shelf, I
wish I’d never called this planet Earth.
My body just cant seem to make up my mind, it’s not what we miss but
the things we see that lead us astray, it’s not the chain link it’s the
substance that does bind, but the world is in your head and you cannot
get away.
Glory be to the fire on high, words just mean the things we say they
mean, I believe the fairy tales but I don’t believe my eyes, because I
have heard about things I’ve never seen.
Was I alive yesterday I’m not really sure, will I be alive tomorrow in any
kind of relative sense, because tomorrow is like a disease for which
there is no cure, and when it gets here it’s already past tense.
Who was it that let this ancient aggravation loose, I need not know in
the name of god, you know a rope can be a lifeline or a noose, and
east of Eden lies the land of Nod.
I bowed just now to the break of day, the early morning light broke
thru so clean, I can talk about it but I really cannot say, what it may or
may not mean.
The thoughts like a ghost cannot touch the flesh, words are only
breath pushing air, we are organized microscopic mesh. hoping in the
end there’s enough left to pay the fare.

OBSOLETE TOMORROWS
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Tomorrow has already come and gone, and I have already sang this song,
I’m a time traveler in a timeless maze, I’m a sleepwalker in a dreamers
daze, this river has already ran it’s course, this shore has already been
washed by tomorrows tide, life before in the sweet meadows way, now in
this humble shelter we bide.
Oh if only for now we sing and so we sing, so we sing.
Whitewashed memory eclipsed by tonight's moon, doing our different
dance to the same tune, eyes cast in wonder at the starry night, hearts
fawn the rush of the blinding light, I trembled when that part of you
touched me, in this flesh coated spirit I went home for the while, in
ecstasy from the hand I felt the numb silence, and I traveled that miracle
mile.
Oh if only for now we sing and so we sing, so we sing.
A vision of the dawn in my sleep. a glorious vain promise to make me
weep, it’s a never has been way of life, she was a wonderful mistress but
she’s an unfaithful wife, oh why even bother to roll the dice, in this world
where nothing is left to chance, but I just want to make some music, so i
can watch you dance,
Oh if only for now we sing and so we sing, so we sing.

DYING OF THIRST IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
In a place such as this, in the run of the deep, the sky is amiss, and the
warden of sleep, the seven depths of the dream, just slip thru the tides, in
a backdrop like steam, a sea vulture glides.
A wonderland of depth sometimes the bones of other divers faintly light
the black emptiness of the brine, cup the essence of that impassable
depth in your hand and you see right thru to the flesh; this is the mocking
void; substance and sign.
All we know of the thirst, is the crack upon the lips, the desire of the
cursed, the soul of sinking ships, the rain it holds no drink, just cloud in
sorrow drained, you cant feel what you think, all vision is strained.
The hazard of that fixed stare into the petty bone of the deep is that all
you see is the reflection of the surface scar, uncoupled of nature a
shadow with a halo dressed in dark gods and symmetric equations that
distort the focus of what you are.
And so we suffer blind, with want amid this all, the matter drift of the
mind, the precipice of the fall.
In a canvas of blues, a man’s shape undefined, the only water he can use,
has poisoned his wine.
Of necessity there is no bearing on this ocean of directionless surface and
obscene depth there is only the compass faith of where you are.
When the rivers draw the water from the rain and the oceans milk the
blood from the rivers the heavens are left as dry as a star.

SUMMER BRIDE
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Her kisses are as fresh as eternal mornings, every time she touches me
it’s like virgin heat, her eyes match the color of my mood, her naked
body is the flavor in all that’s sweet, she could make me smile on the
first day of Armageddon, she could touch my cheek and make me
forget what pain feels like, she could walk right into my dreams
without waking me up, she says close your eyes love and I will show
you the light.
Will you always be my summer bride? when the world is alive.
Well I loved you when I was waiting to be born, and you stepped into
my mind like the muse and you gave me art, you smiled as you stole
the moon and slipped it into my pocket, you showed me wonder you
showed me what’s true you showed me my heart, oh my love I could
whisper an opera in to your ear, I could bleed poetry just so you could
have a dance, I could make love to you till the sun goes supernova,
turn kisses to wine just so you can really taste romance.
Will you always be my summer bride? will you always beat the drum of
passion? will you always prove as true as the tide? and when the world
seems like old hat will you create new fashion?
Well I live three lifetimes in one night of your embrace, the world’s just
a mirror its beauty a reflection of your face, I could carve your form in
ivory put you on an alter worship you, if god gets jealous I don’t care
I’m pagan passion true, I’ve known wings and now I could never give
up the sky, the meaning of life that’s just a joke I don’t even care
anymore about why, your eyes are more wondrous than galaxies stars
and moons, you more poetry than poet fill my head with rhymes and
runes, since you left the company of angels the myth of heaven can
now be proved, with every little grace of motion you perform I am
most profoundly moved, in the rhapsody of high summer my love you
keep me all the seasons long, will you always be your lovers pulse
always sing your lovers song?
Will you be my summer bride? in October........................

WIND, RAIN AND TIDES
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
The future is a measure of how far a man can see, and hopelessness is a
self-fulfilling prophecy, all the meaning in the unturned stones lost to the
season, you sow an excuse and expect to reap a reason, in the poetry of
bliss you try to while the hours, thru winter’s cold hands and summer’s
showers, this life is not happening to you; you are happening to it, the
dumb days turning heavens and the desolation wit.
You search for inspiration when you feel your soul is sapped, in the
nighttime sky but all the stars have been tapped, this world an alter of
sorrow wonder and pain, all congealed into an intangible ache of river and
rain, she says “this” and it all just falls into the bulk of being, what the
eye cant see is the flawed weather of seeing, an undiminished destination
awaits as patiently as god, as even for the willing and the doing favors
odd.
Baited by this ostensible orbit we assume the build, dowered in the
futures placebo we are softly killed, change is the kind of nothingness of
machine stress, sensually lost in the deed and her dress, the ever ending
never over labor logic life, is the meaning implied when the bride is
discovered wife, the shifting elements consumed by the mortals secular
clock, wind rain and tides beat change into the rock.

RESTLESS RIVER CEASELESS RAIN
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Sculpting the masterpiece hidden in the rock, river and rain
ambassadors of the muse, this tragic beauty staggers unfinished, in its
native dress of infinite blues, the prodigy of accidental truth, the
anatomy of dreams wasted sleep, involuntary motion of the clock-less
soul, given to the bride of the rivers keep.
This river plays an alter for the rain, prayers for a petty god of moon
and tide, the blood from the throat of the lamb, only the will of the
sacrifice is defied, so the meaning is the flow and fall, and the
difference between river and rain, are the oceans bitter toxins to thirst,
and the water that escapes down the drain.
A man can only face down the mystery with the animals will to survive,
and try to realize some kind common glory in the fact that you’re alive,
but oh the rain the rain the rain the rain that drives the river’s rage,
the same curses the same plagues in a different tongue in a different
age, washing the memory from the bitter bones of this brooding earth,
till every life that was every lived is conjured unto oblivion’s rebirth,
and you realize everything at once is the only truth the fossil in the
stone, your little life and your little mind the only light in the godless
unknown.
So the days add up to a personalized eternity, and we are the end
within the ending, you can look into the eyes of hells and heavens, and
still never know the direction we’re tending, and if this pitiless
mechanism can grind mountains to dust, and leave nothing of a man
but ruin and pain, he must find his comfort in that same device, for it
is also his deliverance this restless river ceaseless rain.

UNFINISHED PORTRAIT
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Does a rose smell as sweet when there’s no one there to smell it, how can
you know what the word means and not know how to spell it, I saw a door
standing in the desert so I built a house around it, it’s not like finding
something you were looking for so you don’t know when you’ve found it.
Throw the full moon on the fire, take your medicine have a drink, find a
babysitter for desire, let your thoughts do anything but think.
Blow a kiss to the rainbow, logic your such a dreamer.
The end never had a beginning, it is its own means, time is the tragic
persona, when your acting out these scenes, but I forget which part I’m
playing, I forget which lines I’m supposed to be saying.
Yes it’s me in here bleeding thru the pen and ink, staring myself down in
the mirror again neither one of us even threatening to blink, I suppose it’s
just another day I suppose it’s just another mood, you start out starving
for life and you end up settling for food.
Where is that early summer morning that smelt like eternity, where is that
little boy who used to look across the rooftops of the world from the top
of a tree, the best that beautiful little boy could do was turn into me.

THE WHEEL ON THE RUNAWAY TRAIN
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
It is the story it is the crux of the creation myth, a simple beauty
absent of all pretense and pith, the marriage of the mind and the
motion, and the reaching for the apple was just an impulsive notion.
It started with a good idea to ease the burden on our back, but now
it’s on the train and the train is on the track, and the doctor can not
heal you if he is insane, started out with the wheel and ended up on a
runaway train.
Now where is nowhere going so fast, the future is just some fiend from
your shady past, doom is not the destination just some perpetual
discontent, but this landlord pays the rent, down at the Olympus
museum the unknown is on display, if your already vested you don’t
even have to pay, you can sit and have launch and watch the train roll
by, wonder how fast it’s going wonder how fast is why.
It started with a good idea to increase the mileage of our mind, we
used it to travel down that road didn’t know what we’d find, now were
numb and we can’t figure out how to describe the pain, started out
with the wheel and ended up on a runaway train.
Past this artless architecture like a blur, with all the humility and the
arrogance of fake fur, the muscle in the soul and the faint stench of
worth, mother in heat sloshing thru the afterbirth, natures tongue
probing natures toothache, sacred city to build abandon and forsake,
the essence of empty the something of more, thru pastures of May
electric Babylon whore, modern man with his stone age passion,
computer animated designers command the latest fashion, soul of the
circuit board fuels the mind of the wheel, till what’s false in design is
all that seems real.
We’ll get our mercy tied to the tracks, building our myth from these
born again facts, the luxury of ease is now the burden on our backs.

WALKING IN THE RAIN
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Looking out across the fields of death’s victory, I look over my shoulder
towards the morning of life’s day, the port of entry into foreign lands is
guarded by the fear of weather, the audience cant figure out who has the
lead role as they watch this dream play.
Walking in the rain, walking in the rain, walking in the rain.
Time is the wrong definition for what was, and when is the wrong
question for what is to be, a flower with deep root in earth is aching for
the touch of the sun, she walked up to me like a spirit held out the palm
of her hand and in it was a key.
Walking in the rain, walking in the rain, walking in the rain.
A brave warrior stands vigil over the castle of his shame, he say’s a man
is only worth what he’s willing to give up and no more, a little boy runs to
his mother crying he has cut his finger on the edge of a rainbow, over
towards the coast I see a ship dreaming of the shore.
Walking in the rain, walking in the rain, walking in the rain.
Emotional impressionism and it’s context of colors like life’s weather is a
mystery, it can rain in the cave of your skull without a cloud in the sky,
mind at large moves like a great thunderhead across the endless horizon
life’s weather pays no heed to death’s forecast and all we can do is
wonder why.... we’re.
Walking in the rain, walking in the rain, walking in the rain.

LAND OF STRANGE
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Welcome to the land of strange, where the only constant is change, I
hope you find what you need, because here the biggest charity is
greed, but the victims don’t seem to mind, the assailants are always so
kind, a smile will kill you quicker than a gun, it’s a slow painful death
but you cant say it wasn’t fun, pride is the best defense for the
offensive, but after a while these cheap trills get expensive.
Oh it’s a dime a dozen oh it’s a penny a pack, you cant get the jump
on a sneak attack, time is wounded tomorrow’s out of range, living day
to day in the land of strange.
Hope is all the hopeless can hope for, the ones that have more than
enough just want more, the same old problem what’s the newest
answer, it’s kind of like a common cold this common cancer, dead
from the neck up numb from the waist down, if you’ve got a solid
middle you can strike it rich in the boomtown, I don’t think this is what
they mean by living off the land, just pretend you do if you don’t
understand, throw down your weapon if you want to die like the brave,
pick up a shovel start digging your grave.
Oh it’s a dime a dozen oh it’s a penny a pack, don’t turn the other
cheek slap ‘em back, time is wounded tomorrow’s out of range, living
day to day in the lang of strange.
Even a blind man can still feel the warmth of the sun, even the many
are cast by the one, let not a word be uttered from a tongue to false to
tell, let not the dead leave the unborn the ruins of a living hell, we
always make split second decisions about a second to late, but man
need not face his destiny man can turn his back on fate, could a king
not want but for you to dance, could a man ask for more than another
chance, lets take this time bomb cut it off at the fuse, lets turn all this
waste into something we can use.
Could be one in a million a million to one, we must save our only
son,time is dead if tomorrow cannot change, and the dead bury the
living in the land of strange.

I LOST COUNT OF THE STARS
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
I lost count of the stars, when I looked into the galaxy of your eyes, I lost
step with the crowd, when I walked with you in my step, I lost count of
the stars, and heavens future was your kiss, I lost touch with my pain, as
we fell into a conflagration of euphoria.
Sister of beauty sweet child of wonder, is that your breath that deals the
air, you are my soul, my body’s earth.
I lost count of the stars, when you moved like a comet across the face of
the deep, I lost count of the stars, as you passed your hand across my
being, I lost count of the stars, when I saw the silhouette of your prolific
curves, I lost count of the stars, when you whispered like a sage into my
ear.
Beyond everything that shadows a world, she is the real light that breeds
color, in this fountainhead of love, we are consumed in perfection, she
lends grace to the hand of the muse, and beauty to the page of the poet, I
know her when she calls me, her voice is rain.
I lost count of the stars, when the universe capsized into the ocean of
your love.

THE RIVER AND THE SEA
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
We journeyed thru the wasteland, and our eyes were full of epic
discontent, like the dogs of the devil, trying to pick up heaven’s scent,
and we found no answers, just the skulls and bones of old questions,
and we dug into the deep, and we plagiarized affections.
Touch me with the medicine of days, absolution like the way a child
plays, what you are and what you want to be, that’s the difference
between the river and the sea.
We were broken in the doing, exiled and hopeless from the white city,
we were the unborn believers, sifting thru the killing floor for crumbs
of pity, we lived fools gold memories, and danced the life out of the
broken record morning, oh sweet comfort in the arms of illusion, and a
perverse trill in ignoring every blood red warning.
Touch me with the medicine of days, absolution like the way a child
plays, being a slave to freedom or just simply being free, that’s the
difference between the river and the sea.
The silent river bed, and the endless stream of inarticulate agony, the
mind of the flowering god, and the winding staircase to the heaven’s
ecstasy, we all travel in different directions, and we forget that we’re all
looking for the same place, but you can see the whole of heaven, in
one fallen angels face.
Oh touch me medicine of days, let me see the universe a child does
when he plays, and let me walk on and never fear my destiny, because
if you drown in the river you never get to swim in the sea.

WATCHING T.V. TOGETHER
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
WATCHING T.V. TOGETHER
The deliverance of the holy grail, a kiss that turns the world to ash, a
hero’s holiday in hell, the little man makes a great big splash.
You and I we change the channel, the channel changes us, you and I talk
thru commercials, commercials talk thru us.
This man holds only his rejection, till one day she appears, drawn in
digital perfection, the focus of his fears, did he find her just to lose her,
no she turns the night to wine, scripted bliss could only choose her, the
writers art the actors line.
You and I we watch the show, and the show it watches us, you and I we
understand the plot, and the plot understands us.
Dreams are made and milked, worlds are saved and doomed, dreamers
pushed from their sheets of silk, lovers striped and raped by the moon.
Beautiful bodies dissected into little soliloquies and asides, that led the
audience to the alchemy, and the expectation in her eyes plays to the
happy ending coda, and we fill our test tube with this chemistry.
You and I watch t.v. together, the t.v. watches us alone, you and I fall
asleep with the t.v. on, the t,v, stays awake all night long.

EDUCATING ED
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Now Ed’s hair was always army cot neat, his smile was a rerun but it
was an honest deceit, he ran the garage down on eighth and Dean for
old man Blake, who always said the dumb son of a bi*** would leave
three hours early before he’d be three minutes late, you see Ed was in
the army but he only learned the discipline; not what the discipline was
supposed to teach him, he was so out of touch not even his wife of
thirty years could reach him.
I worked for Ed about three years me and Bobby Thornton and Steven
Pate, they were both good guys and I don’t think Stevie even knew the
meaning of hate, he was always kind of quiet with a quick shy smile
and man he would help you haul in the moon, now we all hated Ed but
you had to work so we put up with the buffoon, we all called him dick
Ed and Sargent sh*** for brains for a laugh behind his back, but it was
no joke the way he could make your life miserable man he never cut
you any slack.
Well the days of our youth slip by unnoticed; no surprises we pretty
much knew what to expect, when suddenly from the depths of chance
Stevie’s girlfriend Kim was killed in a car wreck, they had lived
together for over a year and were talking about getting married
someday, but they were just shacking up to Ed who was sort of reverse
color blind he could see all the colors but gray, Stevie missed the day
she died; the funeral was the next morning Ed wanted him back that
afternoon, well Stevie came back that afternoon and man it looked like
his eyes were missing he looked like a hundred years would have been
to soon, when Stevie told Ed he needed more time Ed said you leave
and you might as well hit the street, with all the rage of the helpless
Stevie landed a blow that took him right off his feet.
Ed had to have his jaw wired shut; he was out for quite a while, when
he came back he was still the same asshole but his smile looked a little
more like a smile, it’s been years ago now but when I think back to
when he took that lick from Stevie, I guess it’s the trapped steam of
my rage but he had it coming and he needed it and I wish it would
have been me.

LORD OF CHOAS
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
There’s been a death in the family, came as a wound to me, all ships
must come to pass, and then drift back out to sea, there was a time so
long ago, and now that time has come, an invitation to the many, a calling
to the one.
Don’t walk on the clouds, wipe your feet before you step on the moon,
then stand before the lord of dance, and bow before you swoon.
Home is not so far away, but home I’ve never found, she is not so hard to
please, she speaks without a sound, there was never any doubt, but proof
is hard to find, these are the laws that scatter dust, and tie the ties that
bind.
Don’t leave your dreams in bed, make sure you dust the shelf, and stand
before the lord of thought, before you lose yourself.
I have tried to hard to see, blindness from the strain, lost now in the
flood, I prayed to hard for rain, there’s been a birth in the family, came as
a blessing to me, all ships must stop at port, and then drift back out to
sea.
Don’t give up the ghost, until you’ve accepted the man, you must stand
before the lord of chaos, before you know the plan.

PERSONAL POLITICS
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
I was hanging in the balance, I was balking in the breach, my troubled
mind seemed all to near, and the world was out of reach, I was
trembling
in the cold wind, in turmoil and despair, I was dying by the wayside,
the world didn’t seem to care.
I am the reason that there’s a world at all, and if I lose my grip the
world
will surely fall.
You are your own mystery, you may never ever get caught, just
because
your not to blame, don’t mean it’s not your fault, you don’t seem to
heed
the warning, but your sure you know what’s right, but do you ever
wonder, if you really see the light.
You are the reason that there’s a world at all, and if you lose your grip
world will surely fall.
It’s time we know the river’s depth, it’s time for you and me, it’s time
that
freedom really meant, really meant being free.
We are where you and I meet, we are what must be done, we are where
the cries of the many, become the voice of the one, we must come to
rescue, of a world that’s divided and torn, but first I must know, this is
why I was born.
We are the reason that there’s a world at all, and if we lose our grip I
will
surely fall.

THANKFUL FOR THE BLUES
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
I cant help but be thankful even though I’ve got the blues, I cant help but
be thankful even though I’ve got the blues, don’t have a lot of money
don’t have a big fine house, but there’s always food on my table and I’ve
always got a decent pair of shoes.
The worst thing in the world is greed, we overlook the basic need, there’s
a hungry world to feed.
My heart goes out to the people of this world who are in real pain, My
heart goes out to the people of this world who are in real pain, me I’ve
got it pretty good I wish I could do something to help, but I/m just like
the weatherman even he cant stop the rain.
The best thing in the world is compassion, while we chase the latest
fashion, there are people living on a skeletons ration.
I cant help but have the blues even though god is in my heart, I cant help
but have the blues even though god is in my heart, I’m talking about the
spirit that binds us all together, and if we want to change the world god is
the best place to start.
The only thing in the world is god, even in the land of nod, be thankful
for what you’ve got.

ALL MY LIFE
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
I’m standing in line at the bitter end, I search the crowd for the faith of
a friend, I find only the hurt and haunt of loneliness in all, strangers
wrecked by the same flight and fall, empires and intentions all will
come to this, the cold lips of this open eyed kiss.
But there is no weather I have not swallowed, all my life I’ve been a
dying man.
Fortunes are kept beneath her shadows clock, and the weight of the
dreaming is the skull of the rock, she screams to the world you liar’s
shrunken head, I just pretend I have nothing for what she said, to this
and every nowhere I am debtor, I hoped but I knew it could never get
better.
She has a tease she spent greatly on me, all my life I’ve been a dying
man.
And the sorrow unstrained from the vine, is the euthanasia of the
wine, the tuning bones of the weathers whine, all the mercy that was
never mine.
I dreamt the map thought somewhere was here, she says let my body
violate the ever clear, if it’s me you want god riddle the snake, cant
turn the key for the doorknobs sake, so graveyards shipwrecks and
wall street wishes, sweep the floors milk the math and wash the
dishes.
A blind in one eye scenario typecasts me, all my life I’ve been a dying
man.
Oh that the light may be delivered in heat, could you sing the clock of
songs for this feat, she could grace the never with your bleeding, her
definition set for breath and breeding, but the futility of direction is
intrinsic, and desperation is a matter of fact forensic.
Never been outside the dictionary’s hard pages, all my life I’ve been a
dying man.
If the day can undo me could this night renew me, from the barstool of
this drunken philosophy, the pennies and the nickels of this de facto
world, is the fortune round which the snake is curled, and I am all
rivers envy dumped into an impotent ocean, lost in the exhaust of this
chronic motion.
Some are born to wreck rivers and unhinge orbits, all my life I’ve been
a dying man.

EVENING RAIN
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
I sat outside in the gathering darkness, I watched the storm coming on,
the rain started falling against my skin, I gave the world my soul to turn
upon.
Oh oh distant thunder, oh oh lightning sky, oh oh fill me with wonder, oh
oh make me wonder why.
The fireflies twinkling in the yard, bring back my childhood in a rush, the
rain falls now just a bit harder, my mind relaxes in the hush.
Oh oh distant thunder, oh oh lightning sky, oh oh fill me with wonder, oh
oh make me wonder why.
I’m filled with the beauty of this moment, I feel like a part of this heavenly
scene, it’s like the lightning is coming right out of my mind, oh god let
your rain wash me clean.

NICE DAY
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
The sun is shining brightly down on my unconcerned head, I’m
celebrating the unseen life of the newly dead, life is teeming with
voracious huger for more life, this joy that surges thru the air is so
thick you could cut it with a knife, the blue sky comes down to the
earth and melts into a field of daisies on my right, the air is filled with
evening and the wonder of the coming night, more perfect than the
idea of perfection, this kind of day could pass anybody’s inspection.
It’s such a nice day, will you come out and play, it’s such a nice day,
wont you come out and play, it’s such a nice day, please come out and
play, it’s such a nice day, what else can I say.
The clouds scurry along like they’ve got more important things to do, I
search my mind and my thoughts are of you, I think of your golden hair
deep green eyes, I think of your mysterious ways and the shape of your
thighs, the world seems to have come together for a moment to join
hands, a brief epiphany in the ways of man, the entrance to that
farmhouse there is as if Eden’s gate, the bees buzzing low over the
fields make me hungry for my mate.
It’s such a nice day, will you come out and play, it’s such a nice day,
wont you come out and play, it’s such a nice day, please come out and
play, it’s such a nice day, what else can I say.
I think maybe I’ll go home get my book and sit in the cool shade and
read, all the beauty of my Earth just fills me with benevolent greed,
maybe I’ll go out and watch the ripe red sunset over the lake, right
now the world seems to be alive for heavens sake, see how that hazy
vapor comes off the street in the distance, my mind is surging in travel
and my feet hold no resistance, I want to go everywhere do everything
see all there is to see, if it never rains again that’ll be to soon for me.
It’s such a nice day, will you come out and play, it’s such a nice day,
wont you come out and play, it’s such a nice day, please come out and
play, it’s such a nice day, what else can I say.

BACK PAGE NEWS
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Good news is no news, the rainmaker has left town, in the back ally
there’s a king, looking for his crown.
If tomorrow comes like a rainbow, tonight will disappear like a dream,
if hate is like an engine, than love is like steam.
Oh Romeo where for art thou, Juliet is sick in bed, he’s off in the part
of heaven, where angels fear to tread.
The great conquerer of the evening, surveys his new acquisition, the
priest turns out to be a pimp, and the poet a politician.
Oh if the night had a name, I wonder what it would be, if the darkness
had vision, I wonder what it would see.
Beyond the lonely horizon, the morning approaches so silently, in a
dark room two pawns of the night, make love so violently.
Who will write this great chronicle of time, who will burn with fury for a
distant shore, who’s gonna say I’ve had enough, who’s gonna beg for
more.
Turn the day and bend the river, find a door and wonder why, dance
the unknown dance of the morning, turn your lover to the sky.
With all the pity of the morning, and the mercy of the night, hunger
fights against modesty, and it’s always a fair fight.
And the princess must swim, in her lake of tears, and the coward is the
one, who must face the hero’s fears.
The jury must someday judge itself, and the judge must know when to
believe a lie, the man of action must know when to give up, the man of
thought must know when to try.
Truth is like a brick thru a window, thrown by the hand of sorrow, in a
house where joy is hidden, in the cellar of tomorrow.
But now one last drink, to the anonymous characters of this story, who
have slain all the dragons, but have never tasted glory.
The front page is for dreamers, the rainmaker’s muse, turn to the ink
of wonder, in the back page news.

WHERE BEAUTY CANNOT BE
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
I left on a journey my soul is up ahead, they try to tell me you cant
understand life until your dead, I kept moving toward mr vision moving
toward the light, I knew I was wrong I knew I was right, I moved thru the
future I sorted thru the past, I was just a shadow the time the artist had
cast, I was swept up by the current carried by the stream, I’m the mighty
sleeper creator of the dream.
I close my eyes for I cannot see, beauty is blind where beauty cannot be.
I came to know the rivers depth I came to drown my thirst, I came to
know at last what I knew from the first, the ways of the world seemed not
fit for man, I saw a stairway to the stars so off I ran, my mind went blank
my vision it blurred, till I was sought out by my solitude hunted by the
word, I thought it was a dream couldn’t believe it was real, I couldn’t
trust my feelings so I tried not to feel.
I close my eyes for I cannot see, beauty is blind where beauty cannot be.
I’m still on this road trying to find my way, and the difference between
what we do and what we say, I cant help but wonder I cant help but strive,
I just cannot take for granted the fact that I’m alive, the spirit of the water
the ghost of the field, this foggy light for which my passions yield, bring
me a rose bring me a thorn, I know why I’m dying just to be reborn.
And now I know my vision comes from me, I am blind where beauty
cannot be.

THE CRY
Burn the sky, oh hear the cry.
And keep this breath, unto your song, the air to sing, for winter long
Bury the bone, the earth does groan.
And keep in step, with working tread, for joyous life, for anguished dead.
Silence must die, oh voice the cry.
And know this right, for all to tell, let heaven’s voice, shake the depths of
hell.

UNDERNEATH THE BOTTOM
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
It’s a dirty little world, full of dirty little minds, wrapped up in clean and
cunning faces, you better believe that you don’t know, you just try to read
the signs, it’s a fairy-tale the tortoise don’t win no races.
The winners don’t win much and the losers don’t lose a thing, you just
spend a little time underneath the bottom.
Well it all came down to hard, and it all moved way to fast, and I tried to
be so righteous and strong, but I let it break me down, though I knew I
could get past, because even when it felt right I knew it was wrong.
But I never felt so victimized I never felt so helpless, so I did a little time
underneath the bottom.
I straddle this point in time, and look back at all those other me’s, and I
seem like somebody that I made up, I try to think but I just dream, I try to
move but I just freeze, I poured out the wine and let the rain fill my cup.
But it’s not like giving up it’s just not caring that it takes me down, and if
you need me I’ll be underneath the bottom.

I CAME TO KNOW THE RIVERS DEPTH
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
I came to know the rivers depth, on a bright and sunny day, I came to
know the rivers depth, in the early days of May.
I sat upon it’s banks to ponder, the fulness of the flow, nothing else was
on my mind, but just to watch it go.
I came to know the rivers depth, and my eyes were not to see, as if from
my heart it poured, this fountain of dark mystery.
I was caught up in creation’s swirl, to see life in it’s true worth, the
taming of the white heat to mend, the stitch that binds death and birth.
The ghost of air that haunts my breath, and out beyond the very sky, the
dawn asked the sun to rise, the moon is the nights reply.
I came to know the rivers depth, I sank thru it’s realms like a stone, and a
flower grows in the meadow green, when the flesh does offer bone.
The music of the thunders voice, plays unto the lightnings dance, sweet
sleep descends to the wearies bed, to give the dreamers dreams a chance.
All is beauty in beauty’s eye, and all is pain to the wounded heart, and if
we could but know this end, we would know just where to start.
But temptation is an angry guide, and envy seems to mock your way, but
this spirit is stronger still, than all that man could do or say.
And now I know I can abide in peace, and harmony for evermore, because
I came to know the rivers depth, when I let go of the shore.

FANTASIES
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
When your all alone, and there’s no one to talk to, no one around, nothing
to do, then do you sat back and drift, into a world all your own, where you
can be anything, or anybody you want.
Oh those fantasies, those crazy wants, those endless needs, oh those
fantasies, those crazy wants, those devilish needs, those fantasies.
Sometimes life will get you down, but you don’t have to worry, because
you can drift off onto a fantasy, and everything will be alright, but then
you come back to reality, got to face the world and all it’s agony, but you
always knew you got to be yourself sometimes, and you can’t always live
in your fantasy land.
Oh those fantasies, those crazy wants, those endless needs, oh those
fantasies, those crazy wants, those devilish needs, those fantasies.
Then one day it happens. and you think you can’t come down, to face the
world, and you know it’s always, going to be the same, and if thats what
you believe, than you are living, in a fantasy.
Oh those fantasies, those crazy wants, those endless needs, oh those
fantasies, those crazy wants, those devilish needs, those fantasies.

FREE FLOW
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Lost specifically in the arbitrary fatigue and rush of gravity, she was
already pregnant when she laid for me, and the sex was just a
gravediggers fantasy.
Standing in the river the current breaks around the story of my flesh, the
easy evil of letting go, and becoming the artist of the flow.
Desperate minions of the deed, inertial hunger atrophy, meaning
surveyed prime time pimp, consumer frauds ecstatic limp, the lanes a
clearly painted ride, the petty price of the other side, it’s the belief that
gives these gods their glow, puts the sweat of the clouds into the flow.
I map her erogenous zones based on incidental sense, she forecast the
spread of her thighs when my tools are tense, she leans close hands
quick with skill and whispers a beautiful go, and I am a vehicle of passing;
another passenger of the flow.