Annotated Time Relay

 Annotated Time Relay

 

he crept up to the flaming sword

with the promise we can't keep

ah, the rest of it like a bomb

 

a spider lingered from his dream

turning this gospel drag queen

into the lost angel of power

of love or of doom?

 

around the head of his velvet sunset

a dreaming night was gone

amidst the last peal of thunder

spinning overhead, rolling the dice of god

 

around and around

the grey old wheel is turning

to save me from their unbelief

 

like a beautiful woman wrapped in her swirls

in a sea of dead pills

while the spinning worlds collide

through the sound of coffee

 

competing for occurrence & forgotten beaches

a beautiful story being sung of a new world

trying to be born in a haze of blue picture

to still the sands from falling

 

trying to be born from sea-glass and flowers

trying to be born from computers and time

trying to be born in a sewer of white ashes

we play, always innocent, and search the heavens for you

 

around and around

the gray old wheel is dreaming

to save me from their unbelief

 

shining the electric church, empty snow

where all is at peace forever

empty spaces in the sound of gentleness

spaces shining and sparkling, falling heart

 

a whole in my heart, inside of my truck

a place where they would stop and pull over

to bury the innocent dead animal

the one with the quiet brown eyes, watching us

 

falling into the whole world filling with leaves

falling into the blood of Christ, garbage and need

written in a vast and lonely cloud of doom

victorious and calm alone in this room

 

around and around

the grey old wheel is dreaming

to save me from their unbelief

 

hanging above us all now with knives

wide of her angel wing heart

dropping what I can't seem to quite remember

dropping onto a fly spinning through air

 

whom calls these droning forgotten words

who see's the one found against the wall

with padlocks and moth eaten shirts

a thousand years ago

 

whom do you call for on the dome of the living

whom do you hold when the flash is right

sound upon sounds, ranting to my silver ships

ancient hair spreading your utilitarian obsolescence

 

around and around

the grey old wheel is dreaming

to save me from their unbelief

a wave of ocean and a dreamy ambient composition

children play at forgotten memory

unknowingly competing against the side of reason

rocking and swaying like these lost little girls, stereos pulsing

 

unfolding in her head

children playing on and on

falling into soft sound

falling into the theater

 

the theater of love

out in the hollow and black

the remembrance ending the words

softly pacing the stars in nothing holy burning bright

 

around and around

the grey old wheel is dreaming

to save me from their unbelief

 

searching the heavens for something unfading

it had to be that way

like water sparkling in western light

empty space falling into my wounded

 

loves and vines and desperate blood

made whole in five acts

the one remaining hanging in the sky

violins on fire and guitars gently weeping

 

no need to make sense now, look around

big sky holding down metal and love

singing to stars in a blazing white wind

flowers and horses and a singing kid

 

around and around

the grey old wheel is dreaming

to save me from their unbelief