Tuesday'S Lament

Sometimes I dream of a place
So architecturally divine
Where I can walk through the heaven of my mind

Where the streets are filled with water
Some guy turns it in to wine
I drown my sorrows in the blood red Nile

In my Art Deco treehouse
Funky music's always playing
For the walls are made of organs, clavinets and slappin basses

In my magical garden
The amphetamine tree sprouts             
And I sprinkle my red roses rising from a geisha's mouth

Sometimes I dream of a place 
Orchestrated just for me
Where waterslides and carpets get you where you need to be

In the purple velvet hills 
I can harvest me some chickens
Black girls, brown girls, white girls on my boat and on my d-d-d-d-

Disco shovelling diva's            
Wagging peacocks keep me cool
I stretch my legs and smile upon my planetary view

Could it be there is a heaven
Could it be that it all makes sense
Or am I just another loser
Hoping for a better end

It's alright with me

I keep swimming upstream
For the sake of paradise is up there still
Flying closer to the sun each day
I'm coming home, I'm coming home

But each day I wake up 
In a world I don't belong
Where everybody's tired 
Of the beating of the drum

Where wolves will eat your babies
But the herd just moves along
Like nothing ever happened
Marching to the same old song

Where no one's making love
In the sweet sweet summer rain
You'll get ridiculed by those
Who are the reason of your pain

Plastic promises are shouting
On every corner, every screen
A carnival of bigotry
All hail the tangerine king

I keep swimming upstream
For the sake of paradise is up there still
Flying closer to the sun each day
I'm coming home, I'm coming home

Unintentionally divided 
By the way our fathers raised us
Had the painful realisation
I'm a God without a nation

Yet an awful lot frustration
Of the daily molestation
Cops are beating up the black kids
Like it's standard job description

So if there was a heaven
Orchestrated just for me
I'd put a shotgun to my head
And I'd submerge in revery

Float in endless time and space
In a constant state of clear
No more races to be run
And no more envelopes to fear

This system runs on fear 
A systematic silent killer
Hopes and dreams and fantasies 
All flushed without compassion

Now shut up and put a blindfold 
On yourself and on your children
Like airline safety instruction
We'll explain you how to kill them

The belly of the beast 
Might seem comfortable and warm
You're not in utero my friend
Can't you see what's going on

Aggression stands for power
But we're scared to love each other
What the fuck ever happened
To Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts?

I keep swimming upstream
For the sake of paradise is up there still
Flying closer to the sun each day
I'm coming home, I'm coming home