Michael McGuire The River And The Sea
THE RIVER AND THE SEA
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
We journeyed thru the wasteland, and our eyes were full of epic
discontent, like the dogs of the devil, trying to pick up heaven’s scent,
and we found no answers, just the skulls and bones of old questions,
and we dug into the deep, and we plagiarized affections.
Touch me with the medicine of days, absolution like the way a child
plays, what you are and what you want to be, that’s the difference
between the river and the sea.
We were broken in the doing, exiled and hopeless from the white city,
we were the unborn believers, sifting thru the killing floor for crumbs
of pity, we lived fools gold memories, and danced the life out of the
broken record morning, oh sweet comfort in the arms of illusion, and a
perverse trill in ignoring every blood red warning.
Touch me with the medicine of days, absolution like the way a child
plays, being a slave to freedom or just simply being free, that’s the
difference between the river and the sea.
The silent river bed, and the endless stream of inarticulate agony, the
mind of the flowering god, and the winding staircase to the heaven’s
ecstasy, we all travel in different directions, and we forget that we’re all
looking for the same place, but you can see the whole of heaven, in
one fallen angels face.
Oh touch me medicine of days, let me see the universe a child does
when he plays, and let me walk on and never fear my destiny, because
if you drown in the river you never get to swim in the sea.
nov 94