Atmospheric Pressure by Michael Mcguire
Atmospheric Pressure lyrics
ATMOSPHERIC PRESSURE
� Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
The night breeds incessant days from the womb of eternity, music
flows freely thru the air sound waves bother the senses, in the dream
of a perfect world vision is lost to the sleeping eye of beauty, sorrow
like a tireless mercenary batters the facade of contentment's weakening
defenses, there the home of light across the street from the ally of
darkness, the beginning is questioning it�s motives now and wants to
start over again, see the true value of money now as we stand and
watch it burn, as the flaming arrows of currency hit the target of
immortal sin.
This globe sunk in atmosphere beneath the belly of the deep,
dreamers and doers life renewers this dream is sunk in sleep, air is to
breath what life is to death take the unborn sky, body and deed soul
and greed only birds can really fly.
Thought it was a mystery till it was solved by a preschool child, great
cities are laid to waste in the imagination of the boy king, god can only
do so much for man before he loses his self respect, prevalence is
discrimination and who�s to say person place or thing, a melted jungle
liquid tissue runs together and forms a kaleidoscope of remorse, time
flows like lava thru the land and leaves no survivors in it�s wake,
senses numbed from sensations color just seems like shadows in the
light, everyone is called to the great sacrifice for no one�s sake.
This globe sunk in atmosphere beneath the belly of the deep,
dreamers and doers life renewers this dream is sunk in sleep, air is to
breath what life is to death take the unborn sky, body and deed soul
and greed only birds can really fly.
After the feast no one stayed around to watch the scavengers picking
bones, the night belongs to those who have nothing left to offer the
day, the tension between the time honored and the time forsaken has
escalated into indifference, but all glory will lose it�s shine in the
windfall way, meanwhile the night preaches it�s silent dogma in the
twinkling of the stars, suddenly the sky of the mind explodes with a
brilliant cadenza of shimmering beauty, the world sits like a
thunderstruck spectator from it�s seat in the heavens, and watches a
sense of wonder become a sense of duty.
This globe sunk in atmosphere beneath the belly of the deep,
dreamers and doers life renewers this dream is sunk in sleep, air is to
breath what life is to death take the unborn sky, body and deed soul
and greed only birds can really fly.
march 89
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