From the recording Beneath
Lyrics
Beneath
It used to be easy it used to be fun
Chasing a ball beneath the golden sun
Those were the days of the innocent real
Before the world could structure the way you feel
Following rules is a snap -- it’s easy to trace
Your way across the map when forced to race
Along the giddyup trail made dizzy by all those swishing tails
So what if your saddle slips off – workhorses rarely get lost
Ride bareback until you can see the carrot again
You learn your ABC’s and you mind your P’s and Q’s
But by the time you see how money rules you can only feel a fool
I didn’t say this but I might’ve said that
What difference does it make if there’s no more white and black
Crooners need not apply
The battle has already started – we need archers we need axemen
We need someone who could take a sword and if not the dragon’s at least take off a few of the liar’s heads
So what if it’s not Camelot – a farm is a grand enough spot
To work until sunset and drink down a pint of cold beer
Trapped like a slave whipped by men with small minds
Academia is not the place for anyone in search of the divine
I know you only stayed because there was no place to go
For a man who believed in Emerson and Thoreau
"Pantheism is as pantheism does," a spent idol once remarked
After hearing an alert waitress ask,
"Would you like some jam to make those buckwheat pancakes taste less bland?"
Everything always works out regardless of all man-made doubt
Whatever the outcome
Everything always works out
It has to . . .