Day
666
Devil sock puppets rule the universe.
Remember the golden girl
Legs wide thought of boys crossing
Them never there
The creaking and the singing
Creaking and the singing
Smack of concrete
As she tripped and fell
She was held and its rocka bye rocka bye
Hush everything is going to be all right
Daddies here
Remember the silver girl hair shaved off
Crumpled up like rag doll hold you beaten up
For being queer
Junked up and eyes open wide
The creaking and the rocking the sickness
Never stops
She never wanted to kiss the sky
She wanted to feel alive and fire again
But I hold her and the world spirals out off
Control
She walks through the buildings of glass
Is some young girl for a daddy for not diamonds or pearls
Mockingbirds its meat for rock
Slaughtered and the pigs look on dead eyes
Cause its not there daughter
This little piggie goes to market
This little piggy ends up a prostitute
And there both white meat
Remember the golden life
The headlines want the young the glorious and the big guns
The history want the young the glorious and the big guns
And we remember in plastic and hallmark flowers
Which pacifists put a symbol in and says it's for peace
The flower itself is peace
Alive on flanders field
It is life after the loss of a generation
It is life after the choking gas and the piss in pants
And the realization that your grave in blood and bone and mud
Or maybe alone and shivering in a flophouse
Your pension not coming through
And you put on the old radio
And remember dancing with the ghost
Of memory staticing over
Damm the war of freedom is never won
Or glorious
My heart breaks for all the silent wars going down
And there isn't a sound for its not old nostalgia
Hey boys remember the good old cold war
And the fear you will be a shadow on the wall
And all the while another falls under your feet
And you think another drunken indian
I think it's another casualty of the silent war
Do you question the spiral the dance
That's skyrockets young blood into siouxide
Greater than our race for space
They think the only way to kiss the sky
Is through racing faster than the dogs
And smashing in
Young metis buffa low jump is what we should call
The high and level bridge that's sepe-----rates us
Press arm to arm blood to blood
Life to life
Raise up your brother from the mud
And into the stars
Do judge or say it's not our problem
Look with reverence at the white crosses that mark
Where ancestors are buried
Not across from power plant
Everywhere the snow falls
Is the mark of remembrance
Don't try to pin it on your lapel its will
Melt carry it
In your heart
In your heart
In your heart
© 2006 Phil Jagger