Terrible Day
Copyright 2003, 2008, 2011 Ernest Bloom.
Where were you on that terrible day (terrible day)
Where were you on that terrible day?
Where were you on that terrible day (terrible day)
When the fireball expanded through the sky?
How did you feel on that summer morning?
Did the world slip away suddenly without any warning?
How did you feel on that summer morning
When you knew that he must die?
What did you see on New Years Day?
Could you see at all with so many tears in the way?
A price much higher than you ever thought to pay.
What did you see on New Years Day?
How did you feel while the towers were falling?
You could hear their voices like lost birds calling.
How did you feel while the towers were falling?
Empty eyes still look expectantly toward you.
There are times for battle and times for forgiveness.
Time's so turbulent when your table's full of unfinished business.
Where were you on that terrible day (terrible day)
Where were you on that terrible day?
Did you let emotion get in the way watching
When they nailed Him up against the sky?
The Sower's Parable
Copyright 2005, 2008, 2011 Ernest Bloom.
They're shooting geese and mallards
From cold dark winter skies
The sheep hide from their shepherds
The homebound sprinter sighs
And a wounded wildcat cries
He's desperate in the night
Connect the dots on leopards
As they vanish from sight
Rapping every piece of wood
Constantly employs you
You said if you only could
Before these bores destroy you
You'd shoot the moon; although you lost
Your nerve, still you found
Trusting friends; but sometimes good
Seed falls on stony ground
People out to make a buck
Some grow rich, some despair
Call it skill or call it luck
Die with style and flair
Passionate flames in your hair
No detail out of place
Slouch down in a pickup truck
You pay the price of taste
While time gnaws on tempered steel
And distant stars burn down
Do bonds and stocks still seem real
Money makes this world whirl round
Voices grate without a sound
Until the last retreat
Compete with selfish zeal
Relish in your defeat
They're shooting geese and mallards
From cold dark winter skies
The sheep hide from their shepherds
The homebound sprinter sighs
Barstow Bank Robbery
Copyright 2004, 2008, 2011 Ernest Bloom.
I am just a highway man
No one knows my name
I fell to desperation
And buried my light in shame, boys
Buried my light in shame
One night in Amarillo
That grand old Lone Star State
I sat down to poker
And get some business straight, boys
Get my business straight
We saddled up our ponies
To California we did ride
Underneath the starry skies
Where the plains roll wide, boys
Riding for the other side
I fixed my sights on the Barstow bank
But my brother he did say:
"You carry out this job, boy,
You're gonna rue the day," he said
Then he turned and walked away
"Hand over all your money, sir
Don't think to make delay
For we are desperados
So you'd best hurry and obey
Better hurry and obey."
The cashier, he was true and brave
But not so very smart
One of the Texans panicked, and he
Shot him in the heart, boys
He shot him right through the heart
Away we scattered into the desert
The law hot upon our trail
I soon was overtaken
And hauled back here to jail, boys
They brought me to the jail
Now here in heavy chains I lay
As the years slowly fade away
And somewhere damned Texas outlaws
Remember that lonesome day, boys
But not one word do they say
Iron Rod
Copyright 2003, 2008, 2011 Ernest Bloom.
Underneath the spinning rainbows of the promise of leniency
Soaked through in storms of swirling light and sound
You know we struck some blows for simple decency
While the dreadful wolves of dogma circled us all around
All around
While the dreadful wolves circled 'round
Deep within the forests of fairytale despair
I pulled your heads back out of mulberry pie ovens
Revealing caverns behind your merry eyes as you brushed at your coifed barbed wire hair
Then ran back to your prisons to brew new potions in your covens
In your covens
Like misfit witches brewing love potions in your ovens
Earthquakes bounced around the continent, my friends falling to murderers and crooks
Bottles rolling 'round the floorboards, now curses volley down like fire and hail
While I was out crusading somebody tore out the endings from all my favorite books
Seems like any minute a thief with an iron rod's gonna press aside the veil
While you wail
His iron rod's gonna press aside the veil
Barnacle on a boulder rides out the pounding waves
Army of cheerful soldiers marches dutifully to its graves
How many strayed sheep saved, how many must remain lost
Who mastered and who slaved and which one's gonna pay the cost
Excuse me gentlemen, there's a long train comin' and I gotta catch it
These broke down porches hang from derelict palaces with such indignity
Good night ladies, you get an itch for roving and you gotta scratch it
But I'm sure to say a prayer for you if you'll do the same for me
I guarantee it
You do unto others and I guess we'll wait and see
Syringes With Wings
Copyright 2003, 2008, 2011 Ernest Bloom.
Flying needles
Blood sucking mosquitoes
Step down the steps into Hell
I doubt there's a more earnest fellow
Than Elvis Costello
Step down the steps into Hell
Wisdom's discreet
Tiptoes on clay feet to the grave
Step down the steps into Hell
If I could hold on to the next passing wave
Step down the steps into Hell
Nobody to save us
Or cast out a net
Step down the steps into Hell
Broken hearts and crockery
Not even paid for yet
Step down the steps into Hell
Flapping wings
Flying things
Step down the steps into Hell
Leathery creatures with
Talk show host features
Step down the steps into Hell
Banisters of
Broken glass
Step down the steps into Hell
The blaring dissonance of
Off-key brass
Step down the steps into Hell
Kiss me one time for good luck
Or death
Step down the steps into Hell
You can close your eyes and
Even hold your breath
Step down the steps into Hell
Out in the Wind
Copyright 2003, 2008, 2011 Ernest Bloom.
Underneath the gnarled trees I wait out in the wind
The gales slash between the sails
And the carrion fowl descend
In the parking lots of betrayal I wait out in the wind
While the wolves in the timber wail
The coin you've stolen you must now spend
You discarded fidelity for temptation's facile plans
Now soon your tears must fall down in flood
You scrub away at your remorseful hands
But you can't wash away so much blood
Rocked in unseen arms so strong I wait out in the wind
Can't believe Judgment Day's postponed so long
You've got so little to protect and less to defend
Little boy's under the bar, he's lookin' for lost treasure
Little girl's on the high stage reciting from Measure for Measure
Heavy under a lonesome pregnant desert night I wait out in the wind
Do you ever wish for blindness to blot out your sight
Don't you miss your true best friend
Don't you long to drink from the sacred cup
And to lay down the too bloodied sword
Is the life you once coveted
Become the life that you've abhorred
Queen Isabella fell out of her party dress
King Ferdinand sweated in solitary duress
The Prince rode forth on his ferocious steed
So you took it upon yourself to commit the dirty deed
Do you ever ask yourself what have I done?
Do you ever ask yourself my God, what have I done?
Pound of Flesh
Copyright 2003, 2008, 2011 Ernest Bloom.
Been hangin' 'round the fisherman docks watchin' the golden sunsets unravel
You can lose your leg to Moby Dick but expand your mind through travel
Maybe le bête noir is finally shriveling up inside my chest and viciously dying
You can beat a man back from his sweet reward but it won't keep him from trying
Remember when we used to set the sea and the sky to war
We could summon thunder and lightning and tempests galore
Those were the days you'll recall when we raised the dead up from their graves
Before you stole all my expensive necromancer scrolls and broke all my best staves
I been thinkin' 'bout the ones who went down in the burgundy flood
Their faded faith in a better world drained their veins of blood
Some fell to derision or landed in prison or live free in abject misery
So everyday I try to thank my Lord for the blessings bestowed upon me
I hope this doesn't turn into another grotesque story about a pound of flesh
Who needs more evidence that this wicked world rewards self-interest best
All of these strangers trapped by the circumstances of idiotic lives
Each one calculating escape, gazing out from suspicious salamander eyes
Evil flashes down the wire, war reports and disparaging retorts and hope buckling in compression
A forlorn woman flees flaming devils but can't hire a sanctified priest to hear her memorized confession
Politicians for sale, liberty assailed in auction to the highest bidder
Maybe you took a wrong turn somewhere but now it's too late to reconsider
Another year behind us, more babies thrown to Baal's ravenous appetite
Another beer raised in defiance, more bribes to lubricate the steely night
The blind Mexican calls out, he sells funeral flowers made out of tin
And if I don't make it to dawn I hope the rebels redistribute my expensive wife to him
Now the sky begins to shatter and the glassy rain pierces the pier
Here comes the captain with his albacore as the starving hordes appear
They rip him bit from bloody bit for lunch and throw the fish into the sea
And it might seem significant to you but it's just another captain crunched to me
At the Almanac House
Copyright 2004, 2008, 2011 Ernest Bloom.
She sees the truth, how it moves too fast
With no time to talk, now it's gone at last
When everything disintegrates that's when you start to curse
Your torture chamber humor was hideous but tranquility cuts you worse
She walks barefoot across the grassy hill
Knowing they may go for glory, but they're gone still
The crew erupts in a desperate riot of singing, drinking
But still the squall comes on and their hearts are sinking
Get up to leave and clear your credit card debt
But there's little to receive and the movie isn't even over yet
At the Almanac House we knew tragedy as just a fact of life
She was somebody's true friend but never his true wife
She inhabits a glass world ruled by rueful animals
Neither prejudicial devotees nor effusive infidels
Doubting all earthly phenomena, suspecting some heavenly things
Conjuring the shade of Alexander the Great on scaly wings
We might have sneaked right through while the enemy was asleep
But you were a hungry lion gorging yourself on helpless sheep
What manner of man calls for a doctor as a cyclone descends?
Another unlit lamp exalting expediency over his own true friends
She pours the waters from a spectral and sacred urn
But the fires rage on, and on they must burn
The pattern can't persist, it must reach an end
We may meet yet in the springtime when the breaks will mend
Casey Jones
Copyright 2004, 2008, 2011 Ernest Bloom.
Gather round you railroaders if you want to hear
A famous story 'bout an engineer
Casey Jones was this old-timer's name
He ran a heavy load pullin' an icy chain
Lord, Lord, pullin' an icy chain
He ran a heavy load pullin' an icy chain
Casey got up at half past four
He kissed his wife at the bedroom door
Police stopped him at Main and Vine
He said: "Let me go 'fore the sun starts to shine."
Lord, Lord, 'fore the sun starts to shine.
He said: "Let me go 'fore the sun starts to shine."
Cops kept him 'til the hour grew late
Casey arrived 'bout a quarter past eight
Jumped in the cab with his orders in his hand
Saying: "This here's a trip to the holy land"
Lord, Lord, to the holy land
Saying: "This here's a trip to the holy land."
Casey pulled out of the Memphis yard
With a number three daily on his schedule card
Passengers all knew by the engine groans
That the man at the throttle must be Casey Jones
Lord, Lord, it was Casey Jones
That the man at the throttle must be Casey Jones
Pulled out his watch and looked at the time
He said to the fireman: "This engine's way behind
We gotta run this train, we're gonna leave the rail,
Cos we're four hours late with the Southern mail."
Lord, Lord, with the Southern mail
"We are four hours late with the Southern mail."
Round the curve he saw a passenger train
Both headlights blazing through a driving rain
He grinned at the fireman, said: "Hope you made your splash.
The number one's a-comin' and we're bound to crash."
Lord, Lord, we are bound to crash.
"The number one's a-comin' and we're bound to crash."
Casey was bleeding but he said with a grin
There's an ocean or two he still wanted to swim
Conductor rubbed his hands and asked which ones
An ocean of whiskey and an ocean of rum
Lord, Lord, and an ocean of rum
An ocean of whiskey and an ocean of rum
When the news come down that Casey was dead
His wife and children were asleep in the bed
"Lie still children, dream sweet and long
For this life is over and your daddy's gone."
Lord, Lord, and your daddy's gone
"For this life is over and your daddy's gone."
Forlorn Carol
Copyright 2004, 2008, 2011 Ernest Bloom.
Forlorn Carol paints her nails, she ignores her crimes
History doesn't repeat itself, history only rhymes
On a night that pities neither laughter nor misery
Anticipating real human happiness in about a century
She gazes at the sunset, crimson and golden threads
A lifeless baby bird riding on the crest of shattered thunderheads
A brutal creature bursts from the woods, a hound with a lion's head
But she just watches mournfully, suspecting she's already dead
Where art and genius intersect there can be no loneliness
Shuffling like an animal toward a witch-doctor's coarse caresses
Her passions ran much deeper, he couldn't keep her, now her angel's lost
She must see the parallel - there's no delinquent cost
Forlorn Carol waits downtown on a dirty street
She could turn around and drop the frown but there's no one to meet
Forlorn Carol why don't you see that I'm free and I'm lonely too
We could get together, it's my view that's what we were born to do
Haunted Mansion
Copyright 2004, 2008, 2011 Ernest Bloom.
In ten more years the trees will have all been cut down
In ten more years the machines and men will be crated and shipped away
Odd words echo in your hollow head, you're so distorted and conflicted
How shattering it must be to realize all your wounds were self-inflicted
Just consider how far we've come and how patient time outwits you
While you keep buying halos hoping to stumble across one that fits you
Or at least a villainous minion to keep you supplied with jewels and finest clothes
While these years burden me no more than balancing a steam engine on my nose
I gather you received an urgent message about a bottle of arsenic
Didn't I take a carriage to town at midnight to save you from being sick
When we met by accident in Puerto Vallarta and you spewed those unfortunate lies
Whose chest was it came crashing in? What rage rushed beneath your icy eyes?
Too many fires burning underfoot, too many warning shots unheeded
Two many carrion fowl in white satin, too many honest men defeated
Whatever remained from that mansion is tumbled down in decay
The walls demolished for firewood, not one vow left you can betray
Luther & Ima Jean
Copyright 2004, 2008, 2011 Ernest Bloom.
Luther stumbles down a road in dark despair and lunacy
Suffering flashing pangs of passion and sacred lucidity
But insight lasts about three seconds then flickers and is lost
He should apologize before the eagles pluck his eyes out
He cannot afford the cost
In every story death quenches happiness no matter how two hearts conspire
As the opposite of love is greed, so that of death must be desire
He gazes upon blood streaming down heavy beams
Hoping to melt back in the moonlight
And come apart at all the seams
Ima Jean grabbed hold of his heart before he heard her voice
His veins swelled with life, but situations conquer choice
Years later in the theater he could not focus on the show
She was sitting with her husband in the darkness
Three rows down below
Luther requires a miracle, he's desperate for a cure
That takes away the horrors that memories insure
Someone who helps obscure the grief compounded on disaster
Who can slow down these rushing faces and traces of complicity
While the whole world goes by faster
Magdalena
Copyright 2004, 2008, 2011 Ernest Bloom.
I'm lazin' at this old sawmill
Underneath the sandy crags
Got some bad pig meat from Aunt Sadie
Dead horse bobs among the snags
It's quiet tonight in Rock Port
Underneath a toxic moon
Light's flashing out on Pea Ridge
No sublimity's comin' soon
Mercantile sellin' soda pop
Smugglers sellin' Chinese
Sweet Charlie's sittin' in San Quentin
Got his head between his knees
Steam engine stalled on unfinished tracks
Dilatory progress comin' through
You've got no words to suit your need
And I'm struck mute just like you
Crimson devil's in the details
Golden turkey's in the corn
I can't tell whether I'm a-dyin' or I'm
Getting' ready to get born
Border patrolman's on the border
He's waist-deep in the flood
Give your ticket to the porter
Scrape your boots clean of boggy mud
Layin' tracks in Rincon
Makin' for Magdalena
A dainty on the corner's solemnly engaged in
Playing her concertina
And I'm struggling to not conjure up
Any thought too vigilantly made
I could charm the lady's heart, but
Plucked flowers so fleetly fade
I'm standin' by the window
My world saturated in harsh light
Some people can't tell wrong from left
They mix up might with right
All these young men feelin' their oats
Got no notion of the mischief they're bound to meet
Twister tumbles down on Emporia
House frames splayed out in the street
Some friends you once knew now won't
Give you the time of day
Remember before they burnt the fields when
We were all the way
I got a room in the Shaffer Hotel
Way up in the pines
I'm gonna think about anything but you and watch
While the western sky unwinds
Manor House
Copyright 2004, 2008, 2011 Ernest Bloom.
I wandered the decaying halls of your manor house
Thought I overheard someone whisper your name
I searched out your pantries like an old mouse
But my searching's all in vain
Could you recognize me if you saw me now?
Not sure how long I can carry on like this
Who'da thought the deputy'd outdraw me anyhow?
The "Brilliancy Melody" saws on delicious
I once clung to the side of a broke down lattice
And smelled the rotting plaster in my hair
Who's been here on this sagging mattress?
In piles of broken promises, why should I care?
Guess I'm just suffering some kind of attack
No Hell-brewed poison ever tasted more bitter
Comes the Devil now so eager to bring her back
Hope I can find the strength this time to quit her
Now I know the precise tones of your bright voice
Forgive me if I don't quite recall your name
Nor the occasion when I made my fatal choice
Births and funerals have become the same
Don't care to give you what you're owed this winter
Consider it a blessing you should just accept
Soon you'll be resold to the highest bidder
Marked down for miles and base neglect
Run and tell Aunt Sally the gray goose is dead
The one she was saving for a feather bed
If I thought it would help I'd take a leap from the loft
Or lay my head in your lap where the willow shade's soft
Morning, Noon & Night
Copyright 2004, 2008, 2011 Ernest Bloom.
Willie's passing by again
Gonna keep my eye fixed on him
Praying morning, noon and night
Joan of Arc never passed up a good fight
Seen kingdoms come and kingdoms go
Seen bandits tramping over white snow
We played chess, never did nothing mean
Black rook took my white queen
Now there's time to murder and blood to spill
If the law don't get me then I know what will
Fifty years spent in prison ain't no hard time
But learning to lie is more wicked than crime
From this valley I now must be going
The sun's risen and the cockerel's crowing
All the people rush to the screams and the fire
Another family crushed, more burned up desire
There is a promise to take me to a high place
Where I can wash off my folly and disgrace
Praying morning, noon and night
Joan of Arc never passed up a good fight
Standing in a Station
Copyright 2004, 2008, 2011 Ernest Bloom.
Standing in a station
Waiting for a train to come
Don't need a close relation
To criticize what I've done
Take down the family Bible
And blot me from the pages
I'd never call it libel
We'll just take it in stages
I'm going down to New Orleans
Find a flophouse with some color
I'll drink my rum until I'm numb
And the pain grows duller
Standing in a station
Suitcase at my feet
Don't need a revelation
My heart pumps concrete
Batteries leaking battery acid
Dragons heaving gasoline flames
The blue hills once seem so placid
Only our honored dead retain their names
Fair weather friends stab you in the back
Then condemn you for the blood you bleed
Can we ever get it back on track
Sometimes you sew, but sometimes you weed
Standing in a station
The night has grown so quiet
Don't need a new sensation
Don't knock it 'til you've tried it
The Autopsy
Copyright 2004, 2008, 2011 Ernest Bloom.
The peritoneum is opened
Glistens purple, pearlescent
Fine mother-of-pearl
Moist with its own sweating exudate
Centaurs, minotaurs, monsters, masks we must now adore
Beasts eluding classification are conjured in the
Relentless ecology of leaf and worm
Pulpy pastures, rippling gridirons of grain
Mournful violins swelling, swelling
Mournful violins swelling
Tiny black spiders dash across the steel table
A small explosion of yellow butterflies hurtling across visceral landscape
Cereal grain silos the texture of multiethnic skin
Hair and grass
The bison are grazing and lazing
Rolling under the blazing sun and over
The controlled dismemberment of quarks
Blindly dependent on invisible magnetism and membrane stability
Every day recycling neural constituents, fashioning
Simulacra of memories lost
In her blue dress with smile like fountain in the palace courtyard she plays,
Pockets stuffed with shiny new dimes
Undone
Copyright 2004, 2008, 2011 Ernest Bloom.
In the jungles of the mind
We scratched our axioms
Virus unpacks
Submicroscopic detonation
Tongue twirls
Time unfurls
Etched in acid
Fox among dissolving trees
Moon's eyes behind cloud hands
Birdman wafts westerly
Enveloping arms or calipers
The digitstream pulsates
Shatters to globs of vibrant color and sound
Mandala
Copyright 2004, 2008, 2011 Ernest Bloom.
Bells in the trees
Silent
Trees in the air
Junctions, convoluted branching
Threadlike lines
Structure of woman's form or
Acoustic guitar
Dry wood splitting
Watercolors run in
Nebulous starscape
Afterimage flash
Stars become cavities
Dusty ribs of gas
Terrible opalescent engine
Diaphanous, suspended over
Pale blonde and golden
California sea
The mandala shines
Lips curl, mirth held back
Face pressed out through bright
Psychedelic chalk
Aeschlepius Muted
Copyright 2005, 2008, 2011 Ernest Bloom.
The spritling skies were rumbling
As we broached our spiritual intentions
Two impish cherubs retracting red velvet shrouds
To liberate a yawning sun
I dreamed a mechanism for retracting objective reality
Into interlaced dimensions
And treasure maps with accompanying rolled scrolls
And jewels belonging to no one
A shivering sailor sick in fever
Waited in the hotel lobby in deep decay
He spoke briefly to me of deformed monsters
Bobbing in bottles of formaldehyde
It reminded him of corrupt vessels he'd been compelled
To board in Mandalay
Indifferent to my incredulity and existentialism, for:
"You alone must now decide."
His monocled and starched white captain came in
All swagger and blue cape
Who lectured us a harping lecture
Of misconceived Latin American militancy
Grenadiers with meat cleavers from whom
Hallucinatory bug-men find no escape
And how he'd bombarded their costal caves
After tricking them with token mercy
As the sailor raised a protest
Under the bust of musing Aeschlepius, who stayed on
The corridors filled with Mexican peasant women
Pregnant or else infectious
The captain barked orders to desist
While scrawling the walls with a purple crayon
And I imagined a hag with her broiling pan
Determined to perfect us
The bright white clouds puffed up like
Swelling bullfrog corpses under tension
The candles all blew out and all the girls
Squealed in terror most joyous
And ran through the ranch house
Grown huge and fanlike through chaotic addition
Steam-spewing dragons flanked us all the way
To private treasures that destroy us
The white captain won his long-sought commission
The sailor got his shot of penicillin
Responsibility is the dark side society hides from and perpetually flees
We're condemned to our own freedom and these
Voracious parasitic personalities
Exits
Copyright 2005, 2008, 2011 Ernest Bloom.
Lifetimes flash between the ticks of a clock
Tired of waitin' 'round for this ol' world to pop
Everybody still here's lookin' for some other place to go
Woman in a restaurant, drinkin' at the bar
She's got stilettos on her heels, she's watchin' for a fast car
And a fast stranger who's too eager, one she can easily control
So let me walk across the spur-scarred floor
I'll tip my hat to you and push through the double-door
Poison in the sound waves, killers sniff down every trail
Everyone you used to know's got some kinda junk up for sale
Destiny in front of me, the posse's closin' in, twistin' up the noose
I'm trying to pass the test, I'm trying to walk the line
I can smell the cities burning. We're crashing by design
Dealing with pathologic liars, it's hard to negotiate a lasting truce
So let me walk across the glass-strewn street
I may be the last man you'll know who remembers how to be discreet
The best of intentions were never good enough
You got to know your place 'cause the big boys play so rough
Tusslin' in the filthy streets over a lousy dime
Desires and dreams burst in fires and screams that make the pain that much worse
You know what they say 'bout a man's labors and the original curse
I plunge my hands in my pockets, collar turned up against the cons and crime
So let me walk across the killing grounds
And try to betray no sign I hear the brutal sounds
I watched her down along the beach, the sun was ragin' where I sat
Her blonde hair was streamin' in the wind, guess you never know what you're looking at
Or what kinds of crazy tricks and traps we spring on each other
I'm noddin' to a jazz band, the drummer's got his groove on
Sometimes everything feels so fine, you just know it's time to move on
I can live without your sympathy, but I could use a little cover
So let me lay awhile under your gilt bedroom canopy
I'll buy you steak and lobster to compensate for my poor company
Bands of color, neon lights arc across a decadent land
Too much smoke and strippers, curses, whimpers and drink can kill a good man
Too many card games, too many false names, too much bump and grind
Zealous students sweat a coming tyranny already seething around them unsuspected
I'd like to catch the next train, but these modern beatniks are no less infected
No place left to explore where I don't already know what I'll find
So let me walk across the spur-scarred floor
I'll tip my hat to you and push through the double-door
Prisoner for Life
Copyright 2005, 2008, 2011 Ernest Bloom.
Maxine tried to warn Faye
One thing that's true
You're gonna rue the day
When that monster comes through
Prisoner for life
Faye said back to Maxine
That sure ain't no lie
Got two great big humps
And one burning eye
Prisoner for life
Well Maxine met le bête
One dark fateful night
But soon fascination
Stripped off all her fright
Prisoner for life
Faye said to Maxine
I mark well the change
You kissed the beast
And now you're so strange
Prisoner for life
Funny how the things you want the most
Are the things you need the least
You'll raise up your glass in toast
When you're face to face with the beast
Prisoner for life
Maxine said back to Faye
You'll know what it's about
When the dragon's rising above you
And the flames come gushing out
Prisoner for life
Searching for His Shining Face
Copyright 2003, 2008, 2011 Ernest Bloom.
I keep searching for His shining face
I keep searching everywhere
And I hope He's searching for me too cos
I can't find Him anywhere
Searching high and searching higher
Search in rain and search in fire
Searching for His shining face
I keep searching for His shining face
Over hill and over dale
I search for Him down every trail
Searching for His shining face
Searching for His shining face
Looking in each most unlikely place
I keep searching for His shining face
Zeboiim
Copyright 2004, 2008, 2011 Ernest Bloom.
Way down in Zeboiim don't the wind blow cold
Way down south in Zeboiim don't the wind blow cold
Salty statues rise up from the waters
Mobs with pitchforks don't want your daughters
Down in Zeboiim
Throw your seed in the rocks
Throw your seed in the rocks
No sweet fruit springs from corrupt wood
Long-sleeved robes of striped flannel
Strain out gnats and swallow a camel
Lookin' for a place serves ribs down in Zeboiim
Lookin' for a place serves barbeque ribs and slaw
Way down south in Zeboiim
Lightning reflected off the waters
Mobs with torches don't want your daughters
Down in Zeboiim
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