I think I've written my best song, today

FinsburyParkCarrots

I've the music and the lyrics formed in minutes. Here are the words. I'm not sure where they came from. They just appeared.


I look forward to recording this with guitar, to share:

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Purify the last book with fire: the heretics have twisted the Word.
There’ll be no last war, nor a final score that’ll tally the chosen and damned.
Show the pious and proud man, a liar: show the lawmaker, breaking his code.
Follow them no more, find your deep heart core as the store of all judgements planned.

Turn away from false prophets, fearmongering for profits.
Turn away from the marketplace preachers of a Last Day of blood.
Hear your heart call the wisdom deep inside all:
That the Great Day must dawn, from our good.

There’s a raven star over me, and I swear it’s a man made omen, mere prey in the sky.
It’s an angel who’ll sound the last day, not a raven star priest with our death in his eye.

Close down the temples that deal with the warlords who pray as they steal.
Close down the places when men with red faces cry “freedom” before they cry “kill”.
Know that The Light is real, in your heart as the blood you can feel.
The last book tells lies: men seek to disguise their methods of hate as God’s will.

Find The Way in acceptance, Find The Truth in forgiveness,
Find The Light in a heart that won’t hate, that refuses to fear.
But don’t pander to the devil-as-commander:
The chief of the nation, the father of tears.

There’s a raven star over me, and I swear it’s a man made omen, mere prey in the sky.
It’s an angel who’ll sound the last day, not a raven star priest with our death in his eye.
There’s a raven star over me, and I swear it’s a man made omen, mere prey in the sky.
It’s an angel who’ll sound the last day, not a raven star priest with our death in his eye.

justam

I like it!

Bu2

that the end, as you say,
is full of wisdom-seekers such as you and I
who know how to laugh and live
as well as we cry

Religion seems to be a very nice thing
to the countries of old and the kings who were king
but today belongs to another type entirely
who feel the same way that you,
though we walk on somewhat tiredly

It's a new day, and a new war
and why others can't see that yet
that what's gone on before
is something we should forget

I don't know

But I love this poem.....my god, I love it so.

Thanks, Fins.

Bu2

I meant to say "the same was AS you"

Oh well. We all know I can't edit it.

But your words, I will not forget.

FinsburyParkCarrots

I'm going to have to memorise 'em, if I sing 'em.

Thanks, Bu2!

catefrances

you know fins, you are fast becoming one of my favourite people to read.

FinsburyParkCarrots

Oh good, I need someone to read my latest paper.

catefrances

wouldn't be the first paper i've read this week. what's it on?

FinsburyParkCarrots

Well, if I type what it is, some academic might pinch my idea. We're talking post-grad stuff.

catefrances

you can't even tell me the subject? :(
i won't tell.

FinsburyParkCarrots

Okay, I'll PM ya.

Being Enlightened

WOW! Diggin' these lyrics very much! Kick out the jams!!!!!!!!

Ms. Haiku

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

Well, if I type what it is, some academic might pinch my idea. We're talking post-grad stuff.

Aren't you done with school, yet. Geez, Fins, get a move on.

Anyway, I love the lyrics! They stand alone without music. I can definitely feel your poetic training. That's pretty obvious actually. Great words!

FinsburyParkCarrots

Ms. Haiku wrote:

Aren't you done with school, yet. Geez, Fins, get a move on.

One is always learning. After the doc, bring on the post-doc, and another one after that, and then ....

DopeBeastie

i betcha it's a lovely tune


good job!

Astral Star

Stunning! Can't wait to hear it.

writersu

Very awesome.............

EvilToasterElf

Well done indeed Mr. Carrots, you've kept your head far above the turgid waters of cliche while writing about political discourse -

FinsburyParkCarrots

Yep, that's the difference betweem Phil Ochs and Barry McGuire (no relation to me), I guess.