It’s a Square World
When He returns
Death will have no dominion.
Even so, life has its its ups and downs
its down and outs. Meanwhile,
Let the yeahs be yeahs
and the nays be nays
At least until the man rides in
on an unsealed white horse
to set the fates burning
to start the gyres turning
to complete the saints’ yearning
“I’ve got a three-penny opera I’ll sell ya.”
said the joker to the thief
“but there must be some way outa here”
mourned the poet in his grief.
A bleeker scenario than this
I can’t imagine what it’d be
“Positively, but it’s on fourth street”
where you’ll find relief.
“It’s in a cafe called the Commons”
where we’ll shirk belief.
Yeah, there must be some way out here
where you’ll find relief
said the trumper to the thief.
Jez take me to the village gate
where I can pass beyond this hate.
Yonder He comes on donkey he arrives.
Someday he’ll arrive.
Say what?
Just say when; then we can begin.
I can’t say when; it’s blowin’ in the wind.
But the wind is up, sky is blue
its beautiful and so are you Dear
Prudence. Won’t you come out to play!
I think I’ll just stay
where I’m at.
But quothe the raven “Nevermore.”
Aw, he’s a bird brain, don’cha know?
Fuhgedabowdit.
cuz when you wish upon a star. . .
But I can’t stay here; it’s a hard, hard, hard
rain’s gonna fall.
I know. I know. Just chill out dude. Wait at the village gate
until Love turns away from all this hate.
It just seems like the bitter end to me
said the Villager at the gate.
Don’t worrry aboud it, boobie! I got some woodstock
land I’ll sell ya. . . lemme tell ya.
When push comes to shove
we’ll all surrender our crowns on this
blood-stained ground.
Cuz He’s got plans of his own
to set up his throne.
You mean the donnie?
No no heavens no
But we gotta get past this crummy hotel room
in Lincoln Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
and mingles and hangs on the stair
at Ford’s Theatre, up the stairs.
Stairway to heaven?
No, no! just surrender your crown
on this grassy knoll ground.
He’s got plans of His own
to change this world’s tone
when He returns.
after the hard rain falls
when the trumpet calls.
He’ll blow it in on the wind.
A Pentecost amend
A latter rain that’s hard, gonna fall,
y’all! before the final curtain call
Cuz he got plans of his own
to change this world’s tone
when He returns.
Oh, but what about Ai?
said the joker to the thief
Don’t fret about it.
He’s got plans of His own
to set up his throne
when He returns.
Just surrender your crown
on this blood-stained ground.
And the truth shall make you free.
Death will have no dominion.
Just believe!
I know I know, it’s a slow train,
slow as a homo erectus brain.
But it’s coming! coming round the bend,
and for His people He will send
at the end,
which is actually the begin!
