
The Early Bird Escapes the Engine
When this day’s morning
Gives you a hollering
Holy perfect moment yearning
Ethereal pre-dawn dreaming
Mystical sensed out thinking
When you become linked with
The endless transcendence
A liberated and righteous
Rainbow’s worth of colour and hope
Dancing on top of
The escaping nights sky
With the grace and agony
Of a thousand singing souls
Angelic spirits churning
Climbing on ceaseless stairways forming
Flying higher than yesterday’s gates
With an excited exulted exuberant evanescence
With a real fleeting chance of feeling freedom
Surfing among the morning stars
Encapsuled between the purple haze
Being the first and last to witness
Perfect curling pockets a blaze
With the birds and the offshores
Winds sweeping sands to never ever lands
Witnessing the whole scope of serenity
The birds extended and soaring
Honing their beaks with focus
Aimed at the exact concoction
Waves delicately kissing
Caressed by the cheek of wind
Soaking in the rainbow’s escape
Floating on and up and above
To be as free as the bird
You must learn to sneak between the herd
Before the system starts stomping its boot
Churning out its dedicated disciples
Of law and desperation disorder
Before the system has awoken
Its growling puffy self
Its shaking deafly screaming
Night terrors of total control being
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Before they slap you with something
Printed, a preened and proper demand
Noticing you to open your fingers
To lay your hand empty and bare
To cheapen your ideals of self
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Your dreams become sold to the state
Your money risks dying for nothing
Your freedoms are thrust down
Drowning on gurgling bottoms shelf
Sold to the highest bidder
For sweet fuck Mary and Jesus all
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An instruction to reach down
Into that empty back pocket
To pull out past
Magic rabbits missing
Deaf and dole drummed ear
To pay with your damaged
And counted for pennies
Paying with little miss piggy’s
Secret rainy days shrivelled stash
When freedom becomes cheapened
Priced on the idea of control
That’s when you know
Deepest of the down
Buried within your flaming soul
That they’ve stumbled too far
Down deaf bunny’s crumbling hole
The ocean doesn’t know
It’s been locked away
The waves don’t know
They’re on stolen time
The wind doesn’t know
It’s feathering the curl in vain
The birds can’t know how diseased
Our society’s beliefs have become
Law and order and better judgement
Have ruled against the ocean
So for now you will find me
Ruling against someone else’s judgement
Finding myself through
Before morning freedom
Riding the rainbows freaky curl
Long before the rising tones
Of today’s accusing sun
Before the fines have been printed
You’ll find me surfing empty handed
And full fucking minded
Down the way
Toward the end
Rolling myself confused
Toward the purple beginning
Of the morning of the earth