Category: Let there be songs

Oz never did give nothin’ to the tin man that he didn’t already have.

Who will love a little sparrow?Will no one write her eulogy?“I will”, said the Earth“For all I’ve created returns unto meFrom dust were ye made and dust ye shall be”

I watched with gleeWhile your kings and queensFought for ten decadesFor the gods they made I shouted outWho killed the Kennedys?When after allIt was you and me…

Cause we all just wanna be big rockstarsAnd live in hilltop houses, driving 15 carsThe girls come easy, and the drugs come cheap we’ll all stay skinny, ’cause we just won’t eat…

Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mountBut nothing really matters much, it’s doom alone that countsAnd the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile hornCome in, she saidI’ll give ya shelter from the storm

He was born in the summer of his 27th year Coming home to a place he’d never been before. He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again. You might say he found a key for every…