My Element - Jay the Poet

The end The songwriter's dead The blade fell upon him Taking him to the white lands of Empathica Of Innocence Empathica Innocence The dreamer and the wine Poet without a rhyme A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell One last perfect verse Is still the same old song Oh Christ how I hate what I have become Take me home Getaway, runaway, fly away Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world Forgive me I have but two faces One for the world One for God, save me I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world My home was there 'n then Those meadows of heaven Adventure-filled days, one with every smiling face Please, no more words Thoughts from a severed head No more praise, tell me once my heart goes right Take me home Getaway, runaway, fly away Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world Forgive me I have but two faces One for the world One for God, save me I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world Whore for the cold world Whore for the cold world Sparkle my scenery With turquoise waterfall With beauty underneath The Ever Free Tuck me in beneath the blue Beneath the pain Beneath the rain Goodnight kiss for a child in time Swaying blade my lullaby On the shore we sat and hoped Under the same pale moon Whose guiding light chose you Chose you all "I'm afraid, I'm so afraid Being raped again, and again, and again I know I will die alone, but loved You live long enough to hear the sound of guns Long enough to find yourself screaming every night Long enough to see your friends betray you For years I've been strapped unto this altar Now I only have 3 minutes and counting I just wish the tide would catch me first And give me a death I always longed for" Second robber to the right of Christ Cut in half, infanticide The world will rejoice today As the crows feast on the rotting poet Everyone must bury their own No pack to bury the heart of stone Now he's home in hell, serves him well Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell The morning dawned, upon his altar Remains of the dark passion play Performed by his friends without shame Spitting on his grave as they came Getaway, runaway, fly away Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world Forgive me I have but two faces One for the world One for God, save me I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cоld world Whore for the cold world Whore for the cold world "Today, in the year of our Lord 2005 Tuomas was called from the cares of the world He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day The music he wrote had too long been without silence He was found naked and dead With a smile in his face A pen and 1000 pages of erased text" Save me Be still, my son You're home Oh when did you become so cold? The blade will keep on descending All you need is to feel my love Search for beauty, find your shore Try to save them all, bleed no more You have such oceans within In the end I will always love you The beginning

He was an old time cowboy Don't you understand? His eyes were sharp as razor blades His face was leather tanned His toes were pointed inward From a hanging on a horse He was an old philosopher of course He was so thin I swear You could have used him for a whip He had to drink a beer To keep his breeches on his hips I knew I had to ask him About the mysteries of life He spat between his boots And he replied "Faster horses" "Younger women" "Older whiskey" "More money" He smiled and all his teeth were covered with tobacco stains He said, "It don't do men no good to pray for peace and rain" Peace and rain is just a way to say prosperity And buffalo chips is all that means to me" So, I told him I was a poet I was looking for the truth I do not care for horses Whiskey, women or the loot I said I was a writer And my soul was all on fire He looked at me And he said, "You are a liar" "It's faster horses" "Younger women" "Older whiskey" "More money" Well, I was disillusioned If I say the least I grabbed him by the collar And I jerked him to his feet There was something cold And shiny laying by my head So I started to believe The things he's saying Well, my poet days are over And I'm back to being me As I enjoy the peace And comfort of reality If my boy ever asks me What it is that I have learned I think that I will readily affirm "Son, it's faster horses" "Younger women" "Older whiskey" "More money" "Faster horses" "Younger women" "Older whiskey" "More money" "Faster horses" "Younger women" "Older whiskey" "More money" "Faster horses"