Strange Lonesome Monsters
Tick, tock; so pass the quantitative drips and drops of every day. A beautiful crescendo of unbridled beauty floats delicately over soft sand and rests peacefully down to rest. Unconscious facts and faster comebacks. We walk with our backs broken by the weight of invisible angels; an invisible collusus. We only weep to forget weeping...we only laugh to forget pain...we only dance like a trapeze artist on the wind to escape what we can not see. The future - our future - our horizon somewhere beyond the mountains of our dreams and the deserts of our fears. Oh, this desert has worn away at our every breath - all our words now dried up in an unquenchable thirst of language. An oasis of freedom awaits us somewhere over that horizon.
We only wish and dream and hope because we do not recognize our potential to do anything else. We only pray and praise because we are far too weak to look to ourselves. We find love in others for selfish and blinding reasons - far too vain to pry our eyes from the mirror of our likings. Looks like books, and passions like fashions. Our eyes are like headlines reading like scribbled satire. Our deploration for ourselves only digs the grave a little deeper; only adds another period to the end of another sentence on the page.
How beautiful it would be to rise out of ashes and bathe in divinity. How easy it could be to look past the common human flaw and focus on something so much more - look past the death and the disease...the plague and the pardoned...the lucky and the rest. How can we accept a hand from heaven if we have marked the words of men over our eyes in intricate designs of deception? We will never look much farther than this. With the shattering claps of bombs like thunder, and the dying hiss of transistor radio...we survive. Somehow, we survive.
I want everyone to look at themselves. Look at their names. Their faces. Their mannerisms. I want everyone to look at themselves in the mirror. Think about what you never say aloud. Think about what you are too scared to believe is true. I want you to curse and swear; I want you to strip yourself far past what is 'you' and find 'human'. Find the basic urge and need; the basic want and jealousy. I want you to break your heart; you won't need it where you're going.
Oh no, you won't need it where you're going.
"All we need is a little more hope, a little more joy. All we need is a little more light, a little less weight, a little more freedom.
If we were an army, and if we believed that we were an army, and we believed that everyone was scared - like little lost children in their grown up clothes and poses.
So we ended up alone here floating through long wasted days, or great tribulations - while everything felt wrong.
Good words; strong words. Words that could've moved mountains. Words that no one ever said. We were all waiting to hear those words and no one ever said them...and the tactics never hatched...and the plans were never mapped...and we all learned not to believe...and strange lonesome monsters loafed through the hills wondering why...and it is best to never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever wonder why.
So tangle; Oh tangle us up in bright red ribbons! Let's have a parade! It's been so long since we had a parade; so let's have a parade! Let's invite all our friends! And all our friends' friends! Let's promenade down the boulevards with terrific pride and light in our eyes: twelve feet tall and staggering. Sick with joy with the angels there and light in our eyes.
Brothers and Sisters, hope still waits in the wings like a bitter spinster; impatient, lonely and shivering; waiting to build her glorious fires. It's because of our plans - our beautiful ridiculous plans. Let's launch them like careening jet planes. Let's crash all our planes in the river. Let's build strange and radiant machines at this Jericho waiting to fall."
Built Then Burn (Hurrah! Hurrah!) - A Silver Mt. Zion
We only wish and dream and hope because we do not recognize our potential to do anything else. We only pray and praise because we are far too weak to look to ourselves. We find love in others for selfish and blinding reasons - far too vain to pry our eyes from the mirror of our likings. Looks like books, and passions like fashions. Our eyes are like headlines reading like scribbled satire. Our deploration for ourselves only digs the grave a little deeper; only adds another period to the end of another sentence on the page.
How beautiful it would be to rise out of ashes and bathe in divinity. How easy it could be to look past the common human flaw and focus on something so much more - look past the death and the disease...the plague and the pardoned...the lucky and the rest. How can we accept a hand from heaven if we have marked the words of men over our eyes in intricate designs of deception? We will never look much farther than this. With the shattering claps of bombs like thunder, and the dying hiss of transistor radio...we survive. Somehow, we survive.
I want everyone to look at themselves. Look at their names. Their faces. Their mannerisms. I want everyone to look at themselves in the mirror. Think about what you never say aloud. Think about what you are too scared to believe is true. I want you to curse and swear; I want you to strip yourself far past what is 'you' and find 'human'. Find the basic urge and need; the basic want and jealousy. I want you to break your heart; you won't need it where you're going.
Oh no, you won't need it where you're going.
"All we need is a little more hope, a little more joy. All we need is a little more light, a little less weight, a little more freedom.
If we were an army, and if we believed that we were an army, and we believed that everyone was scared - like little lost children in their grown up clothes and poses.
So we ended up alone here floating through long wasted days, or great tribulations - while everything felt wrong.
Good words; strong words. Words that could've moved mountains. Words that no one ever said. We were all waiting to hear those words and no one ever said them...and the tactics never hatched...and the plans were never mapped...and we all learned not to believe...and strange lonesome monsters loafed through the hills wondering why...and it is best to never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever wonder why.
So tangle; Oh tangle us up in bright red ribbons! Let's have a parade! It's been so long since we had a parade; so let's have a parade! Let's invite all our friends! And all our friends' friends! Let's promenade down the boulevards with terrific pride and light in our eyes: twelve feet tall and staggering. Sick with joy with the angels there and light in our eyes.
Brothers and Sisters, hope still waits in the wings like a bitter spinster; impatient, lonely and shivering; waiting to build her glorious fires. It's because of our plans - our beautiful ridiculous plans. Let's launch them like careening jet planes. Let's crash all our planes in the river. Let's build strange and radiant machines at this Jericho waiting to fall."
Built Then Burn (Hurrah! Hurrah!) - A Silver Mt. Zion
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