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Ode to Isis (Overture)


Will you Smile Again

Close the door and drift away
Into a sea of uncertainty
Where all your hopes and dreams
Have faded out of reach.
Remember all the bad dreams
Are not far from reality
Would you write again for me?

(let me whisper something in your ear)

And you awake and there you are
Not far off from the line before
And just how long did it take for you to understand
Where your feelings stopped and writing began
Convince yourself to take control
Play to the hilt this unlikely role.

Remember all the bad dreams
Are not far from reality
Will you write again for me?
And who bade you stop this living art?
Have you forgotten just what you are?
If you don't want to then you could at least pretend
That the paper's your soul and your blood's in the pen
And maybe then you'd see the light
And read the truth that you had to write.

If heaven sent you downstream
Where banished eyes haven't been
Would you smile again for me?
You misread your fate line
Had long run out of time
Would you write again for me?

And you awake and there you are
Not far off from the line before
And just how long did it take for you to understand
Where your feelings stopped and writing began
Convince yourself to take control
Play to the hilt this unlikely role.

If heaven sent you downstream
Where banished eyes haven't been
Would you smile again for me?


Worlds Apart

Random lost souls have asked me
"What's the future of rock'n'roll?"
I say "I don't know does it matter?"
This and that scene,
They sound all the same to me
Neither much worse nor much better

We're so fucked these days
We don't know who to hate or who to praise
Yet we consider this our suffering and pain
When we're so privileged, a fact
We all forget about as
We go whinging all over the place.

How we've laughed as they shoveled the ashes
Wrath hath soured
Blood and death, we will pay back the debt
For this candy store of ours.

Look at those cunts on MTV
With their cars, and cribs, and rings and shit
Is that what being a celebrity means?
Look, boys and girls, here's BBC
See corpses, rapes, and amputees
What do you think now of the American dream?

And our soccer moms and dads
Who raised us brats on these TV ads
I know that they sleep at night
Their conscience is intact
They've convinced themselves of that
Giving money to Jesus Fucking H Christ

How they laughed as we shoveled the ashes
Of the twin towers
Blood and death, we will pay back the debt
For this candy store of ours.


The Summer of '91

Lying on the grass
Afternoon, there's always something happening
Friends go floating gently by
I'm listening to a song inside my head
Although the summer's past
Those mythic dreams would never last
Nor do I care anymore
And if it makes you sad
Remember all the things you have
That can't be bought

Recollection brings me back
Sad to think that it was just a fantasy
We'd already accepted that
Which many others struggled to believe
And though it makes no sense
I know there are no accidents
I've no fear anymore
And if it makes you sad
To give up dreams you've always had
That can't be caught
It just can't be fought.

Looking back at '91
Reflecting on those things we could have
Said and done
The dancing lights across a crowd
Remind us of another town
That's dead and gone
It's just dead and gone

Take me to that summer past
And tell me is it really worth remembering?
I realize that music then
Was really just a song in my head
And though the fun has past
Those mythic dreams would never last
Have no fear anymore
And if it makes you cry
To look ahead well dry your eyes
It can be done
Yes, it can be done.


The Rest Will Follow

How can anyone be so unkind
As to want to take another's piece of mind?
Is acceptance so implausible?
Well I know how the best will fall
And the rest will follow.

It's important to recognize
In this world we live there is nothing worth dying
It's enough to say "hello", we're all human
But I know how the best will fall
And the rest will follow

Is it so easy to resign
To ruin this world for everyone?
I guess when it's all said and done
It's just something in our design.

We are all of us so capable of
The greatest acts of hate and the worst acts of love
I wonder sometimes what's the matter with us all
And I know how the best will fall
And the rest will follow...


Caterwaul

Eyes at night never see the day
Because it's not in my nature
Golden wings rise from the plane
They burn above the red earth
Scale these walls in front of me
Have you ever stopped to wonder
Why they forced your voice to turn
From silence to a caterwaul?

Never knew I could feel this way
So old and and unremembered
Never thought it would slip away
And fall like September
Scale these walls in front of me
Have you ever stopped to wonder
Why they forced my voice
To turn from silence to a caterwaul?
Heard your caterwaul...

And what has tried to bound me
I've severed every tie
Place your arms around me
And we'll leave the rest behind

What was I to

Things were not going well for Alyss. After the government fined the places where she played music (citing child labor law violations), and fined her for not paying income tax (she had no money left over after paying her school tuition), she resorted to babysitting and bake sales to raise capital.

The bake sale thing worked until the government shut her down for 1) not getting a proper license to sell baked goods, 2) for not using a licensed kitchen to prepare the baked goods, 3) not being a licensed cook to prepare the baked goods, 4) for not storing the baked goods in a $5,000 cart designed to keep the goods fresh while selling them, and 5) for selling food items without having a vendor's license. Just as with her income tax problem, Alyss had to rely on her older brother, Ethan, to pay the fines.

"Dress up in that fancy outfit you normally play in," Ethan told Alyss. The two were going out to dinner with their brother, Keith, and their parents. They'd be eating at one of the places where Alyss used to play the violin evenings. Alyss had felt she couldn't show her face there since the establishment was fined over it, which had resulted in Ethan bailing her out by paying the fine for them.

Imagine Alyss's surprise when she entered the restaurant, and found her violin on the stage, waiting to be played. "Would you like to provide the entertainment before dinner, or after dinner?" Ethan said to her. He explained how Alyss could legally work for family members, so Ethan bought each and every one of the places that had been fined for allowing Alyss to play. She could resume her performances, continue to receive her pay, continue to pay for her school tuition, and the government wouldn't be able to intervene again.