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Give me a disaster,
Give me emergency,
Stand me at the head of the crusades without a remedy.
Show me to the shipwreck,
show me how your bones shake,
And when I'm at the edge of sorrow's blade,
show me how a heart breaks.

Be steady on your feet,
No matter the trouble you meet

Lions make you brave,
Giants give you faith,
Death is a charade.
You don't have to feel safe to feel unafraid.

Find me at the bottom,
looking at the vultures.
Standing in the heart of the disease,
following the hard curves.
I'm looking for the thunder,
I'm looking for the blackness.
I'm learning how to get up off my knees,
and all it takes is practice.

Be ready on your feet,
No matter what trouble you meet.

Lions make you brave,
Giants give you faith,
Death is a charade.
You don't have to feel safe to feel unafraid.

I'm not the hunter,
I'm not the marked.
Just looking for wisdom in the dark

Lions make you brave,
Giants give you faith,
Death is a charade.
You don't have to feel safe to feel unafraid.

You don't have to feel safe to feel unafraid.

Forgive her
For she knows
Not what she does....

A cross upon her bedroom wall.
From grace she will fall.
An image burning in her mind.
And between her thighs.

A dying God-man full of pain.
When will you cum again?

Before him beg to serve or please.
On your back or knees.

There's no forgiveness for her sins.
Prefers punishment?

Would you suffer eternally
Or internally?

Ah.

For her lust
She'll burn in hell.
Her soul done medium well.

All through mass
manual stimulation
Salvation.

Corpus Christi
She needs
Corpus Christi
Corpus Christi.

Corpus Christi
She needs
Corpus Christi
Corpus Christi.

Body of Christ.
She needs.
Body of Christ.
Body of Christ.

She'd like to know God.
love God.

Feel her God.
Inside of her - deep inside of her.

She'd like to know God.
love God.

Feel, feel, feel
Her God,
Inside of her
Deep inside of her.

Inside of her
Deep inside of her.

Jesus Christ looks like me
Jesus Christ,
Jesus Christ looks like me
Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ looks like me
Jesus Christ,
Jesus Christ looks like me
Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ looks like me
Jesus Christ,
Jesus Christ looks like me
Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ looks like me
Jesus Christ,
Jesus Christ looks like me
Jesus Christ.

No, you didn't have to stoop so low.

Victim Of Love"

What kind of love have you got?
You should be home, but you're not
A room full of noise and dangerous boys
still makes you thirsty and hot
I heard about you and that man
There's just one thing I don't understand
You say he's a liar and he put out
your fire
How come you still got his gun in your hand?
Victim of love , I see a broken heart
You got your stories to tell
Victim of love, it's such an easy part
and you know how to play it so well

Some people never come clean
I think you know what I mean
You're walkin' the wire, pain and desire
Looking for love in between

My neighbors don't look
They pretend not to see
As I scream at the sun, begging it not to shine.

You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back after a message
bbout a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.

This magic moment,
While your lips are close to mine,
Will last forever,
Forever, 'til the end of time



Song still brings a tear to my eye.
Waaaaaaaaaa

Inside of the light, I saw my youthful memories
They're still too far off for me, filthy as I am now
Inside of the darkness, I called your name over and over again
Inside of the endless time, there's no one there but you

I lock myself up, unable to even atone
I can't do anything but pray...my sadness is not cured

I tore off a single damp petal from a hydrangea
It floats in a puddle, and I remember you

In the evening just after the rain, I faintly heard the far off whistle of a ship
For some reason, it made me sad

If I can't be forgiven, then everything can disappear
The sadness and the pain, to the world that doesn't need anything

I lock myself up, unable to even atone
I can't do anything but pray...my sadness is not cured

From the gently crying sky, I also heard your voice
I laughed through gathering tears, but I couldn't see anything...

Inside of the light, I saw my youthful memories
Even the soundless smile is happy right now
I can't return to that time ever again
When we were laughing

When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake
And the mists steal in with ease
Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes
In adoration of the moon and thee

"They call as I to thee...."

And I will come, as if in dream
My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen
Of vengeful, ancient breed
Gilded with the pelts of many enemies
Erishkigal, raven-haired
Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair
I can taste thy scent by candlelight
Legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair
Appease the beast on spattered sheets
Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps

Nocternity....
She shall come for me

A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life
Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night
And I have ridden from the westerning light
To expend my lust
Tear away the funereal dress
Know that I will escape from my death
Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress

Lo! The pale moonlight
Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline
Of mist and moth and the hunger inside
Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise

"Through twilight, darkness and moonrise
My scarlet tears will run
As stolen blood and whispered love
Of fantasies undone"

Countess swathed in ebony
And snow-white balletic grace
Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish
For lust and her disgrace

Dusk and her embrace

We shall flit through the shadows
Like a dream of (were)wolves in the snow
Under deadly nightshade
Still warmed with the kill's afterglow

Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me
(Beneath the stars taste the death in me)
Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss
To sever thin mortality

Elizabeth
My heart is thine
Thy fragrant words Warm within like wine....

"Let me come to thee
With eyes like Asphodel
Moon-glancing, loose desires free
To writhe under my spell"

Ereshkigal, raven-haired
Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair
I know thy scent by candlelight
Immortal flesh I yearn to share
Appease the beast on spattered sheets
Dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps
Nocternity
She shall come for me....

Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus
How the full embosomed fog
Imparts the night to us....