I wrote:Holy Grail
Well I've seen bad, an' I've seen good
An' I've seen a balance of the two
But ne'er before have I seen such blaze
As that I've seen from you.
An' I've seen good, an' I've seen evil
Sometimes I see evil more
But I tell you that it's neither of them
That makes me quite this sore.
So God came knockin' the other day
Asked for a sip of tea
Maybe good news, maybe the booze
Maybe the soul of me.
Now if you found a Holy Grail
Would you drink its wine?
Would you pray for heaven's gifts?
Would you drink its brine?
Would you sell it to the devil
In trade for his soul undone?
Would you give it for a life?
Would you trade it for The One?
Well I've seen heaven, an' I've seen hell
An' I've seen Earth between
But ne'er before have I seen such days
As the ones I've seen in me.
An' I've seen light, an' I've seen dark
Sometimes I've seen what's right
But I say it's none of them
I know is Godly Might.
So Satan came knockin' the other day
Asked for a beer, or three
Maybe bad news, maybe the booze
Maybe the soul of me.
Now if you found a Holy Grail
Would you drink its wine?
Would you pray for heaven's gifts?
Would you drink its brine?
Would you sell it to the devil
In trade for his soul undone?
Would you give it for a life?
Would you trade it for The One?
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Now there is light
And there is dark
And something in between
But if I'm right
I must embark
On a journey perchance to dream.
So I came knockin' the other day
Asked to speak with me
Maybe some news, maybe to choose
What I've come to be.
Now if you found a Holy Grail
Would you drink its wine?
Would you pray for heaven's gifts?
Would you drink its brine?
Would you sell it to the devil
In trade for his soul undone?
Would you give it for a life?
Would you trade it for The One?
Simple Math
Who said that three and three are equal to six,
or that branches fallen from trees must be sticks?
Who says Z is not lettered the fifteenth,
Or that above is up from beneath?
Five and five is twenty-six,
Say the laws that govern me
And one and one still equals two
Us two, the two of we
Where have gone the infidels
That did believe in a universe of ways?
To whom have all my spirits gone
In the final hours of these darkest days?
Whither hast my heart landed:
In the small town of No-where?
Or is it, perchance, furthur down the road
In the world's own land of a lair?
Five and five is twenty-six,
Say the laws that govern me
And one and one still equals two
But who's the second of we?
Where have gone the mathematicians
That sought the last of Pi?
To whom have all my enemies gone?
To their corner of the sky?
Whither hast my soul landed:
In no-man's measure of Hell?
Or has it landed in Elysium
Where most of all is well?
Five and five is twenty-six,
Say the laws that govern we
And one and one still equals one
The one and only me.
And this one's more of a poem than a song, playing off a single bit of Shakespeare...
And what is a bar of gold to he whom has it All,
What is Summer to those whom cherish Fall,
What is a crime to a nomad of but one,
What is soul to those who cannot love?
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women are merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being ten-thousand ages.
And what is darkness to those whom keep to caves?
What are limits to a clever, ambitious knave?
What is time to we, in our fateful hour?
What is sugar to those who can't taste sour?
All the world's a stage,
And all whom matter are but the curtain-pullers,
They make possible exits and entrances,
And they all avoid the audience eye,
Throughout his acts in ten-thousand ages.
All the world's my stage, and you, friends, are playwrites of the ages.
