I spy, terrified
stare through window
frozen eyes are
all upon you funny girl
You seem like a dream
I was there so long ago but
I don't know you anymore
And I've been pulling Tarots
and I can see your future
but I'm not sure
I believe that anymore
I am but a sparrow
encaged in mortal marrow
a singing soul
Wingless and wild eyed
Wild eyed and wingless
You see everything
from your tree house, from your swing
my little pixie pigtailed girl
You paint really strange
I have seen myself in green
I really think that's beautiful
But there is something I know
and there is some place I go
where you can't go
and you would not want to
it's far beyond your canvas
It's way up in those branches
I'm a black song bird
Wingless and wild eyed
Wild eyed and wingless
You know I'd like to see you change the world
I know I'd like to see you go inside my friend
I'd like to see you change the world from the world within
I lie, terrified
with my frosty window bride
I think I'll take her everywhere
She stays close to me
she says I am everything she's
ever wanted from a mere
zoomorphic bird head banshee
wailing like a gypsy
beneath a pagan moon
the rancid groom
There's nowhere else I could be
then sleeping with my 18 year old
velvet queen, she stares at me
Wingless and wild eyed
Wild eyed and wingless
(A God Song For Children)
I would like to be god someday
so I could destroy everything
I would like to be god someday
so all things could get blown away
and I won't cry, and I won't say
"I'm sorry" anymore
and I won't cry, and I won't hide
and I will lock my door
I would like to live in the sky
so I can watch as everyone cries
and I will wear a big long robe
and treat all people just like Job
and I won't cry, and I won't say
"I'm sorry" anymore
and I won't cry, and I won't hide
and I will lock my door
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth