Two by two they climbed the stair of Noah's ark
That is God's plan my friend...

All my life I have loved this land
But it is a land in an endless rage...

Call me names if you will
So dam what...

Flip flop like a fish out of water
I am dying from the inside out...

I am another kind of drum, beat me.
Floating about the back waters of this mind...

Me and my photo album
Pictures are superior, digital will have to do...

We punt with what we have, no more
What can we do...

This is truly a demon haunted world
Reading the dark revelations of anothers mind...

When I finally walked into God, I found out he was...
That God of the holocaust who heaps silent...

Flying low scrawling like so
Unplugged [no hearing aid] but totally connected...

Ag! Its all about time and perception
I am banging away at being philosophic over here...

Definitive moments, we all have them
Kin to that thing called an original thought...