simple little notes floating past that river
horses neigh cause they felt that shiver
the rumble crumbles
the buildings have been raised
conscience efforts have been depraved
more and less
we stop and say
simple notes won’t get us today

the tingle on the back of your neck
decided
not today, no sir, forget about the speck
in that eye,
nevermind your too blind
who knows
all i think is that someday its gotta go
up in that mountain
or high upon the hill
making critters laugh, screaming
“what more you gotta fill?!”
like that country
that time
the shock of the mine
disintegrating vertebras
as if death wasn’t even enough

we’re building those walls
10,000 feet tall
that kooky writer won’t mind
no! it’s fiction all time
those books of lies
the darts in those eyes
the curiousness of those curious silent screaming cries

but no, normality!
lead
our
way
towards economy, towards more incredible pay
towards life, towards death, towards sedated pain
we’re ringing our bell like lepers
“unclean” we say!
and that humble man is far
far away from this place
no horse to hop off
no clothing with grace
so cold we rot
no pain
we trot to the nearest drug store
just to get our fix
grab what you want, we don’t need a list
tambourines are blazing when we get to the aisle
in the back of our mind someone’s screaming “denial denial!”
but we know this game yeah?
like twister we just stretch it out,
focus on the prize
the ego-wonder-size
-and this poem has yet to be done
like life, this record has only just begun-

so as the little notes float
we clap all along
dance in unison together
in our ritualistic songs
offer up the sacrifice
the more blood the better life!
as the horse continues to neigh
beckoning for the dawn of the day
the dark seems nicer, because we can’t actually see!
blindness as a blessing, we the sword is unsheathed
the heat creates
the boiling taste
the neck specks simple notes floating along
floating along like a simple song
verse, chorus, verse, chorus, bridge, end
we got the title, we got the instruments
we got the hammers we got the seeds
we got the concrete we got the leaves
we got the fire we got the coal
we got normality and we got a soul

the simple notes float in pretty unison
past that red-washed river
that war inside your mind
thats why that horse shivers.