Cloud Shadow 19
So
now
I
stand ~
The
skeleton
of
a wanna-be man ~
Upon the creaky
sun-baked deck
of a haunted
half-rotten little ship ~
That has given
the
Material World
the slip ~
Jus' floatin' thru
the thirsty
canyons of
the bad bad Bad Lands ~
That 'er full of nothin'
but nothin'
but dry
trickling sands ~
Trickling off of
towering cliffs
that
shed no shade ~
Yeeeeeeeap,
I'm
American
made ~
An old draft dodger
of
the
Vietnam War ~
Lied my way in-
to the Army
later
to even the score ~
Now I've given
up
chasin'
women ~
My
boat's
jus'
swimmin' ~
Thru these
dried
up
canyons of woe ~
Lost in the labyrinth of
these deep deep canyons
full of nothin' but thirsty
sand and wwwwwwwoe...
Cloud Shadow 20
I pity 'dem folks who
gotta be plugged in-
to "music"
all 'de time ~
I fear 'dey can't hear
God or even think, and
I know 'dey can't
make 'dare own rhyme ~
Poor fools, look at
what
they
miss ~
A
garden
of
bliss ~
In
peace
and
quietude ~
For those around them
its
nothin' but
so rude!
To hell with these
music mongers and
everything
for which they stand ~
Which is Our Society goin'
to Hell
all
over The Land ~
'Cause
it
can't hear
God's Call ~
To learn how
to pray
or
don't breath at all!!!
Cloud Shadow 21
In fact, humans
shouldn't even be
allowed
to talk ~
Their voices carry
too far,
farther than
I can walk ~
Their
rumble-
ing
jets and cars ~
Their
elec-
tric
guitars ~
The Human Race
is
nothin'
but shit ~
Yeeeeeeeap, the head of
the nail of
all our problems
I think I jus' hit...
Cloud Shadow 22
So after awhile in
this labryinth of canyons
I
feel pretty good ~
God bless
the quiet of
my
new neighborhood!
The trickling sand
from
the cliffs above
makes no noise ~
Like do
slap-happy
neighborhood
boys ~
Yeeeeeeeap, after
a while I
begin
to rejoice ~
For, by gum,
I
hear
God's Voice...
Cloud Shadow 23
The Almighty saith,
"Yo! Bone Head! don't
be
sad ~
"Ye
ought
to
be glad ~
"Two of My
angels
verily verily
rescued you ~
"Ye saw them so
ye can't
deny
it is true" ~
I peer at my
fingers of
cracked
n' splintered bone ~
And at the cracked
n' splintered
walls
of my new found home ~
All the gaping mouths of
all the quiet
canyons in-
which I get to roam ~
And although
all
a-
lone ~
Upon the deck
of
a haunt-
ed tug boat ~
My sunken heart
bobs
up
afloat ~
And although
nothin' but bone
on top of sun bleached bone
am I ~
Yeeeeeeeap, I'm
still afloat
beneath
Deep Desert sky!
Cloud Shadow 24
Cruisinnnnnnn'
canyons
of
wwwwwwwoe!
Headin' where-
ever
God wants
me to gooooooo ~
Lost in theeeeeeese
canyons of
silence
and Tiiiiiiime!
Writing my
pit-
i-
ful rhymmmmmmme...
