six six six...i got nothing

six six six  

i got nothing _and thinking

there was commotion from the street

murmurings muttered chanting in the air

i raced the window sill triumphant 

at the persiennes i lurched the void 

from the waist intent on truth or dare

it was hell´s bells 

a fantastic venture it was

a procession of tropical proportions

the cathedral bells began ring a ding dong

i saw mother ambling there

under black veils her red hair

and larger than life a statue on a cart

stage blood for the christ in distress

el señor de la patada _the given name

suffers the earthly divine has no concern

yes those were the days my friend

i´d crown myself with thorns regularly

and i always prevailed

it was a long long long time ago

when fear was affixed at the wheel

reason was left out of the deal
was it not father who told us so

he said this is the score fear not 
but fear was at the core

we receded into ideas false
and false ideals were conceived

they were utter nonsense

we did not know the score

we knew fear

it was our source

we had to make some kind of sense

of the unknown _so we made it up

we are all one

feel

keep on gonging

find scores in old records stores

we all have been kangaroo kourted

anything severed from the body

may be saved cryogenically

talking about cocks hands heads?

we shall need an agent that we
may wield otherwordly powers 
still thinking trash 
we beg off release 

this is how i play 

anger over sarcasm rudeness brutality

sound the shofar eat a round challah

in-a-minute is never now

try and juggle all the balls

play on our finiteness

oh such radical a condition…