INSTANT Everything?
© 2001 Jesse Slokum
Lord, I'm out here lost in this holy land
Over-run by instant burgher kings
Right next to overnight dairy queens
Sniffing the breeze out in front of bars
Passing out under purple skies
The sons and daughters of mister and mrs Jones
Continue upon their search
For the ultimate in plastic thrills
Oh, mother, help me through your night,
I'll do my part, and keep my heart open to Wonder
'Cause it's still hard for me to understand
Why there should be diamond studded rings
Across the tracks from dirty hovel scenes
As if this world were run by the stars
Now, even the one eye - that never cries,
As it sits a top a pile of stones
Like it really was the one true church
Has been gracing elastic bills
Oh, father, fill me with light,
Won't you let me walk on your sea, and not go under?
In a train station in Hoboken
A salesman so puffed up with pride talks
To me about his brand new invention
Here, have some artificial honey
...a bum begs a dime for the pay toilet...
then, turns away and mutters, as the salesman says,
"It comes in patented paper combs
It's great, I make my living off it!"
Oh, mother...
If you look, you will see jagged, broken
Beer bottles lying on the sidewalks
A matron talks of giving and then shuns
Any who don't have as much money
She won't touch any, since so many soil it...
Yet, her son sleeps in the gutter, and wears a Fez
He's telling tales of gold-loving gnomes
And the fickle favors of profit
Oh, father...
I've never even bought a big Mac
That's worse than sleeping through New Year's Eve!
Tapped S.O.S. on the draft-board hearing test
Did that get me on J. Edgar's list?
Still, I'm always hoping that tomorrow
Doesn't have to be just another yesterday
Yet, if God did die, was it suicide?
Well, who could answer that, but Jesus?
Oh, mother...
It's like riding a greasy pig's back
Or, slipping your hand though your shirt sleeve
In order to find out who loves you the best
Give your handshake instead of your fist
Knowing yourself's one thing you can't borrow
It let's us know we each got our own dues to pay
Yes, it's all in what we do inside
That is guaranteed to release us
Oh, father...
Be-cause now there's even DDT
That has been found in eskimo blood
And that's enough to turn our stomachs
Say, "Is that's what's making my hair curl?"
As we swing all around this space time wheel
In and out of that endless sleep death
My heart tells me too much of a good thing
Is like a setting sun that never sinks
Now there's even poisons we can't see
Like all that radioactive mud
Does GE think we're all such dumb clucks
That'd make a Tennesse stud sterile
No, I don't claim to know what you're thinking
But, if you feel yourself sinking, take a deep breath
Because I'm just standing here wondering
If that big ole glowing eye ever winks?
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