Easter


In the midst of perfection
this princess starts bitching
In the arms of Elijah
this infant keeps twitching
this "master" that's teaching
is a pupil repeating
this boxer loves headlines
but he couldn't take a punch line

Somebody slap me
I can't stop laughing
Suicide is back in fashion
All ascenders end up sinking
makes Love wonder
what fear's thinking

Two crows
sit at your window
keeping a vigil over your widow
Two coins
drop in a casket
over your sockets
(bury that bastard)
Two-thirds
ready for Easter
thinking you're Jesus
proving your Ceasar
ready for Easter

Right posture, right poses
too bad what's under the robes is
Still cross-eyed
in the witness
and searching for suchness
Back home, God's diamond
puts a diaper on the daughter
of a
Mystical martyr
who triggered a seizure
making believe that
his body's a disease
He's wishing for a World where
his vapor could thrive
giving up his life
(as if he were alive)
He would have his wings
if feathers came from crutches
or that cushion he clutches

Somebody slap me
I can't stop laughing
suicide is back in fashion
all ascenders end up sinking
makes Love wonder
what fear's thinking

Two crows
sit at the window
keeping a vigil
over your widow
Two coins
drop in a casket
over your sockets
bury that bastard
Two-thirds
ready for Easter
thinking you're Jesus
proving your Ceasar
ready for Easter

In the eye of a white tornado
in the pit of a black volcano
In the palm of a human hand
there's a grain of this quick-sand

[woman's voice]

I'm just a girl
with the planet inside of me
I'm the Daughter of Man
but the Men have been fighting me
I bathed my brother
and my brother ignited me
Divinity's twins
till some devil divided
the Goddess
from the Hominid's oddysey
I am
I am what I am
I am an antidote
to New Age philosophy
I am epicac
to this mythic caprophogy

(Refrain)
All Songs © Copyright 2003 Stuart Davis