Sons Of Hookfin
Name Change 2021
I've been using the Uncle Diesel name since 2008. I never thought in a million years I'd have to protect it.
But in this crazy world nothing is sacred.
I discovered some rapper has been using my name for a few years and when people went looking for Me ( Uncle Diesel ) they were shocked to see an awful talentless hack rapper had taken over my name.
It became to nerve wracking to fight for the name ( My own fault I never registered it) so I've change the Name to Wayward Boys, Which happens to be the name of one of my oldest songs and describes me to a T.
Get e'm out
Get em Out
Jet blast deflector rising
The Hawkeye is ready to sift the sky
Catapults and cables wait patiently
Its time for Sara to fly
Yellow shirts like traffic cops
Keep it all in flow
When you see an F-14 in afterburner
Then you will know- OH what we know
Get em out- get em up- get em high
Let em fly………….
Get em out- get em up- get em high
Let em fly………….
Till the Birds of war come home
We’ll catch them with a wire
breaks and tail hooks screech and spark with dragon fire
a rainbow of shirts dance in the thunder
There’s smell of JP5 and burning tires
Just 1063 feet she is, this is no place for criers
Get em out- get em up- get em high
Let em fly………….
Get em out- get em up- get em high
Let em fly………….
And after it’s all done
The sons of Hookfin wait
On firetrucks made for the sea
To protect all their mates
In their bunks they fall asleep
Tucked in like a sardine’s
Tomorrow we fly again
Like a well-oiled machine.
Get em out- get em up- get em high
Let em fly………….
Get em out- get em up- get em high
Let em fly………….
Get em out- get em up- get em high
Let em fly………….
Get em out- get em up- get em high
Let em fly………….
Dedicated to all my brothers who served on the Saratoga CV-60 flight deck
MWL 2-21-21
Boil it down
City got a grip
Just won’t let you go
Can’t find a job
Blew all your cash on blow
Car won’t run
it’s out of gas
Favors all spent
you burnt your last
The sun never shines
The rain keeps coming down
Put it all together
And boil it down
Ya boil it down
Your woman says she’s leaving
She’s found another man
Some guy with a job
Who’s got himself a plan
Well, that got you thinking
And Now your all alone
What else could go wrong
No service on your phone
Now A solo circus
Just a lonely clown
Put it all together
And boil it down
Ya boil it down
You need to go
You need to get
You need to run
You need to split
Find yourself that place in the sun
We’re dreams can grow
Your time has come
Around every corner
Someone’s nightmare comes true
Dodging the bullets
Always looking for clues
Survive the bee hive
It’s a cage made of skin
They keep you down
They sell the spin
They beat your brain
And tell you your abused
Deep in your heart
You know it’s just you...
You need to go
You need to get
You need to run
You need to split
Find yourself that place in the sun
We’re dreams can grow
Your time has come
You need to go
You need to get
You need to run
You need to split
Find yourself that place in the sun
We’re dreams can grow
Your time has come
MWL
4/4/21
Does the Devil have the wheel?
Does the devil have a wheel?
I try so hard to see your side
I’m going into this with my eyes open wide you can’t be that blind- oh no one ever explained - that if you give it all away, you’ll have nothing saved
I’m sending you a message wrapped up in a flag
but I got to tell you you’ve become quite a drag
do you think you can hide behind?
The freedom of the speech
tell that to the boys in Normandie storming the bloody beach
you’re burning down your cities
because someone had a plan
straight Out of China
to desecrate our land
but no- you can’t see the real truth on TV
just look at who you elected
some puppet almost 90
You’re just a boot licker
do they tell you when to kneel?
I’ll never understand why you play like this does the devil have the wheel?
Do you understand the deal?
without your freedom you’re a boat without a keel
Does the devil have a wheel?
MWL 3/27/21
God is in his kitchen
God is in his kitchen
Brewing up somethings
Attention to detail
on every butterfly’s wings
He was happy with his human stew
Let it simmer ah a little more salt will do
But God got distracted
There’s Problems in Orion
And the human race
He thought was on simmer
Started smoking started frying
It seems good ole Satan
Turned up the heat
And burnt the creation
A waste so complete
God is in the kitchen
With his hands on his face
Satin is a Democrat
Leading Dema pawns- to war
Marching down the streets
Torch’s in hand
Looking for republican doors
And anger flying from their eyes
They sing the song of hate and
Death and Destruction, they apply
Soon the lies are like Lilly’s
Every ware in the swamp
Just chose a lie that suits your needs
No time for pomp
Join in and swing the boot
There empowered with every kick
Swing that foot hard
Poke em with a sharp stick
Is it dead yet?
Is liberty gone
Is justice a memory
Cry the Dema pawns?
God is in his Kitchen, A little this a little that
The flavors of the world-A crow, a toad, a fruit bat
A monkey shagging coconuts-living in the trees
A dinosaur a sloth, what is up with that
Cooking up, A T-rex, an Eagle in mid flight
A pod of blue whales, He got woman just right
OH God is in his Kitchen, God is in his kitchen
God is in his kitchen
Brewing up somethings
Attention to detail
on every butterfly’s wings
He was happy with his human stew
Let it simmer ah a little more salt will do
But God got distracted
Problems with problems in Orion
And the human race
He thought was on simmer
Started smoking started frying
It seems good ole Satan
Turned up the heat
And burnt the creation
A waste so complete
God is in the kitchen
With his hands on his face
MWL 2/14/21
Ignorance of innocents
Block that left
Dodge the right
No safe space in-between
Somewhere in a child’s dream
You run from the dogs
Bad Intentions steam
To many nerves to keep you in line
Walking the plank, we soon find
Everything wants its cut
Sharks swim in a measured circle of glee
The teacher diddles keep haunting me
Vulture’s all picking on my freshly plucked meat
Still in the ignorance of innocence
Still in the ignorance of innocence
Still in the ignorance of innocence
Still in the ignorance of innocence
Each day a new lesson
To a once pure heart
Twisted and guessing
Which way the wind blows
Which way do we go?
Use your feet
Don’t repeat the mistakes of defeat
A flag out of cleat (out of cleat)
Lame and wounded in soulful retreat
Take the hit –
Still in the ignorance of innocence
Still in the ignorance of innocence
Still in the ignorance of innocence
Still in the ignorance of innocence
Maybe they’ll tire
Sleeping drunk near the fire
Running madness choked by sadness
In the dark you play back the torn memories
and piece them together lies you have made
To hide the beast of truth from your early grave
Innocence and truth
A collision of force crippling some
Some are made stronger by the burning hot fire
some are scared and flinch at natures desire
Only the strong survive its all ways been that way
Stop trying to spin it any other way
The weak shall perish
The clean will be covered in the filth of reality
The heart beat of gate
The fight for breath
Block that left
Dodge the right
No safe space in-between
Somewhere in a child’s dream
You run from the dogs
Intentions un seen
To many nerves to keep you in line
Walking the plank, we soon find
Everything wants its cut
(Still in the ignorance of innocence)
Sharks swim in a measured circle of glee
(Still in the ignorance of innocence)
The teacher diddles keep haunting me
(Still in the ignorance of innocence)
Vulture’s all picking on my freshly plucked meat
Still in the ignorance of innocence
Still in the ignorance of innocence…..
Still in the ignorance of innocence
MWL 4-25-20
Going Home
Going Home (heading toward the sun)
Before the wounds of war
sink your tired soul
Come back to the place
That once made you whole
Walk amongst the trees
breath it all in
The magic of spring
Is where it all begins
From a single raindrop
to the volcano steam
With excited pride
You wade into the dream
to the ocean deep deep ocean
Life will not be denied
And generation of creation
With instinct as a guide
Am I Just a pebble just a star in the sky?
Just a drop of water in the endless sea
I will search for you; I will set you free
Heading toward the sun
Going home
Heading toward the sun
Going home
I’m going home
In the water I am all things, I am hope, I am need, I am
I see my reflection in a puddle of blood
I see the warrior eyes peering through the mud
I am a heap of confusion and hatred
A tired mind sick from twisted manipulations
poison words and delusion in the name of pride
to protect our loved one to defend or kind
its all about greed and who has what
and if you’re in the way your light will be shut, snuffed out soul ripped and cut, flawing in a red crimson bow about your neck, puppet sad puppet no remorse or regret.
Am I Just a pebble just a star in the sky?
Just a drop of water in the endless sea
I will search for you; I will set you free
Heading toward the sun
Going home
Heading toward the sun
Going home
I’m going home
In the water I am all things, I am hope, I am need, I am
Heading toward the sun
Going home
Heading toward the sun
Going home
I’m going home
In the water I am all things, I am hope, I am need, I am
MWL 5-10-21
Shadows
In the shadow of the shadow
Of my tired soul
The battles waged onward to see who gains control
In the ripples of the oceans gleaming in the sun
I fall into a daydream of times when I was young
MWL 5-15-21
Neon Jesus
We all need to cleanse our souls
Pack a pipe, smoke a bowl
Pop a top become whole
Wonder if mother knows?
Day dreams running all a muck
Roll the dice change your luck
Try and make things not suck
A fowl mind needing a pluck
Walking by the local pawn
What demons work in side what cons?
In the window a blue soothing light
Seemed to lift all the freight
I stood their forehead on glass
Memorized in a silent mass
In a hue of other worldly blues and pinks
And soft yellow hush
I felt weak and all a flush
For there it was the sign from above
So, I brought home the neon Jesus
And prayed for Love
In my room all dark and still
Neon Jesus shines the light
I do his will
He speaks to me in thought
A game we play like connect the dots
And some days he doesn’t speak
Sometimes I feel all the freak
Today is a special day
Today is a special way today is not so grey today. today, today
Neon Jesus show me the way
We all need to cleanse our souls
Pack a pipe, smoke a bowl
Pop a top become whole
Wonder if mother knows?
Day dreams running all a muck
Roll the dice change your luck
Try and make things not suck
A fowl mind needing a pluck
In my room all dark and still
Neon Jesus shines the light
I do his will
He speaks to me in thought
A game we play like connect the dots
And some days he doesn’t speak
Sometimes I feel all the freak
Today is a special day
Today is a special way today is not so grey today today today
Today is a special way today is not so grey today today today
Today is a special way today is not so grey today today today
Neon Jesus shines
Neon Jesus shines
Neon Jesus shines
Neon Jesus show me the way………….
My Tribe
MY Tribe (Irish Lullaby)
My tribe sing songs of glory
My Tribe’s close to God
My Tribe are the chosen one’s
if you’re not My Tribe then you’re a fraud.
My Tribe is bound by honor
My tribe always wins
My Tribe writes the story’s
If you’re not My Tribe you are of sin.
My Tribe invented dreaming
My Tribe were born from rain
My Tribe are undefeated
If you’re not My Tribe you’ll feel the pain.
My Tribe we help each other
My Tribe we all pray
My Tribe stay together
If you’re not my Tribe get out of our way.
In My tribe we are free
In My tribe there’s you and me
In My tribe so much to see
In My tribe we are free
My Tribe we stand together
My Tribe won’t be denied
My Tribe invented weather
If you’re not My Tribe you’re on the wrong side.
My tribe crosses oceans
My Tribe sail the sea’s
My tribe concurs new worlds
In My Tribe we are free.
From across the meeting fire
I can see your face
shadows flicker in the darkness
eyes as elders plead their case
what to do with all the evil
clawing at our doors
surly god will protect us
Why would we need more?
In My tribe we are free
In My tribe there’s you and me
In My tribe so much to see
In My tribe we are free
My tribe sing songs of glory
My Tribe’s close to God
My Tribe are the chosen one’s
if you’re not My Tribe then you’re a fraud.
My Tribe is bound by honor
My tribe always wins
My Tribe writes the story’s
If you’re not My Tribe you are of sin.
My Tribe invented dreaming
My Tribe were born from rain
My Tribe are undefeated
If you’re not My Tribe you’ll feel the pain.
My Tribe we help each other
My Tribe we all pray
My Tribe stay together
If you’re not my Tribe get out of our way.
My tribe sing songs of glory
My Tribe’s close to God
MY Tribe are the chosen one’s
if you’re not My Tribe then you’re a fraud.
5-6-21 MWL
Hide and seek
Hide and seek
Like a game of hide and seek
Your eyes evade my every peak
The carnival music drowns on and on
I’m distracted by a lost balloon
And then you’re gone
I spend the whole night searching
For what I think would be true love
But to no avail My face grows pail
Wall to wall people push and shove
Pumping gas and drifting off
I see you drive by-I catch your eye
You whisper hi
I wave goodbye…
Is she just a fantasy?
Is she just a dream?
Is it obsession?
Floating down life’s stream
Is it the idea of love or the chase?
Is it the heart or her face?
Are you just a vision of light?
That tricked my eyes
Or a gesture of hope to all the lonely guys
Is she just a fantasy?
Is she just a dream?
Is it obsession?
Floating down life’s stream
5-8-21 MWL
I got the keys
I’ve got the keys you got the wheel
A match made in heaven
Watch the onion peal
I prefer the guitar you love the bass
I’m a solitude creature your right in their face
I see you at the circus a walrus in a tux
Doing tricks to impress chicks
Raking in the bucks
My spirt animal is an owl
I like to wait and see
The lonely hearts been torn apart
And never to be free.
Looking out my body from a plain high above
You can keep material things
I’ll just take the love
The cracker jacks and factory stacks
A palace full of rats
Be glad hand and make a stand
Its always tit for tat
Brotherhoods are broken only by the drowning heart
A women’s lips and curvy hips
A man will fall apart
And down the hole there he goes a puddle of useless soul
For he’s a fool who learned the rule
He was never in control
MWL 5-6-21 (George and Paul)
Urine Cakes
Urine cakes song
I see you and I pity your job
Then I realize, hey you have a job
It might not be pretty
At least it’s not shitty
You judge no one- not the king or the slob
Your look like Italian ice
And you smell oh so nice
Is that a hint of pumpkin spice?
I’ll be back maybe twice- maybe trice
Ballgame goes on
But urine my mind
I miss your smell
I could find you half blind
And when we’re in or own space
And I see your cake face
Nothing can replace
Your fragrant embrace
I have to take you home
I have to make you mine
I need a zip lock bag
Would someone be so kind
And you should have seen their face
When I picked you up
And gave you a quick tongue taste....
Well believe me you’re not Italian ice...
But ohhh you smell so nice.
5-7-21
MWL
Piss
Piss
Try it on for size
I’m not like the other guys
Don’t need no alibis
Hey wouldn’t you like some fries.....
Would you like to shift the gears?
Go back in time a couple years.
. What would you do?
Regret is just blue agony that’s shy
Pale meek-then comes out to play, in rain drops of grey.
When you’re sure your heart has healed.
The black anguish reappears.
It’s not quit done with you.
She left you for a beady eyed conniver
It’s a miracle your still alive
You’re too pretty for prison. Pucker up sucker.
Randy Hawks have you landed
have your conquests all been branded
Is it all like daddy planed it ...?
Bare foot toes in the spokes of the wheels on Tokanel.
St George by George
Has been missing since 1984.
Big brother is a mother on the cliffs of Landry hill that’s were
Oshner made his first kills
For fun and pleasure and thrills -that’s were Oshner made his kills...
Alone in the garden
The lord he come calling ..
To see if I would lie.
My tears could not fool him
My words obtuse, yet would move him ..
To laughter and a smile.
I am his creation
An imperfect
Revolution,
A dyslexic writing style,
With the pomp of the king’s word
In a dream it has occurred .. that I’m running out of time.
I’m guilty of the crimes
The crime of pissing it all away.
I’m guilty
So guilty
Bring justice down on me.
Watch me piss....... 9-21-18 MWL
He does
He does
He does he does he does
He hates he hates he hates
He does he does he does
He waits he waits he waits
He does he does he does
He kills he kills he kills
He hates he hates he hates
He spills he spills he spills
He murders and Decapitates
The abyss is the human fate
He does he does he does
He No longer waits (he’s here)
Fallen angel desecration
Sent to plight all creation
In the yang of all I hear, the sisters sing
Sunshine in the darkness, a joyful Ying
There must be Vulnerability in the maker
To set a challenge with such a Schemer and forsaker
Free wills only taught that we want more...
He wants he wants he wants
He lies he lies he lies
He smiles he smiles he smiles
Like An unchecked pedophile....
He does he does he does
He hates he hates he hates
He does he does he does
He waits he waits he waits
He does he does he does
He kills he kills he kills
He hates he hates he hates
He spills he spills he spills
He murders and Decapitate
The abyss is the human fate
He does he does he does
He No longer waits
Fallen angel desecration
Sent to plight all creation
In the yang of all I hear, the sisters sing
Sunshine in the darkness, a joyful Ying
Free wills only taught that we want more...
MWL 5-14-21
Hair on My sandwich
Hair on my sandwich
I see you there
You have no taste this is not your place.
you fell from grace and I’m sure you offer no spice to elevate this diner BLT.
Oh, what other things are you hidden from me.
There’s a fly in my soup
There’s a hair on my plate
A spider beside her
A snake in my crate
A snicker in my doodle
A moment of shock and awe
When something crawls out of the lobster’s claw.
I’ve been drinking lots of red bull
I seem more alert
But I’ve become so sensitive
My feelings easily hurt
So, onto this hair I see
What story can you tell
Are you from the waitress or the cook who’s sure to smell?
Or maybe you just blew in -took the wind for a ride a magic hair from a fairy tale floating on a dream or maybe it’s a hair of unspeakable deceit a politicians follicle trying to choke me while I eat.
Maybe it’s from a famous baseball player I’m sure I can sell it on eBay
Or maybe it’s the popes ran away while he prayed.
I Look around the room and the world is spinning bye. Everyone unaware of what I’ve spied.
Maybe it’s a dog hair or worse maybe a cat or even worse a monkey or even worse a rat.
Do I call the waitress and demand a new meal all right just pluck the hair and learn how to deal?
I know you won’t kill me, it’s just a thought of the hair, the hair on my BLT that someone unknowingly shared.
There’s a fly in my soup
There’s a hair on my plate
A spider beside her
A snake in my crate
A snicker in my doodle
A moment of shock and awe
When something crawls out of the lobster’s claw.
There’s a fly in my soup
There’s a hair on my plate
A spider beside her
A snake in my crate
A snicker in my doodle
A moment of shock and awe
When something crawls out of the lobster’s claw.
MWL
5-5-21
The Bell Rings
Oh, the bell is ringing
and the children are all Singing —-rap…
The old man on the city bus
at every stop he makes a fuss
It disturbs his —nap
And on and on it goes
From your brain washed mind to your
Curled up toes
The boy in his mother’s panty hose
Gets his courage from the tv shows
Oh, the bell rings and rings and rings
When will god send his angels
To fix all these things?
(Chorus)
Grab a stick and won’t you poke
Nervous laughter takes a toke
Accounting for the words you spoke
In lock step we all are woke
Pray the orange man will croak
Fried chicken bones watch him choke
In your hatred you baste and soak
in lock step, asleep and woke
Hear the bells ringing
The welfare folk are clinging.
Rocks off their heads go pinging.
Just vote avoid a beating. Chew
Chew on your lip and kneel so low.
Your soul falls out, down a hole
And is swept away, watch it flow
To. the lake of fire below
Grab a stick and won’t you poke
Nervous laughter takes a toke
Accounting for the words you spoke
In lock step we all are woke
Pray the orange man will croak
Fried chicken bones watch him choke
In your hatred you baste and soak
in lock step, asleep and woke
A puppet on a string
a very peculiar thing
Watch Obi-den sing
Watch him kiss the ring
The wound festers
And obi-den licks with a junkies crave
The master is cruel
Built his house on fresh graves
And what of this day
What of this time
The end of America
Crawled out of the slime
And poisoned the well
The day that we fell
I heard a bell…
the bell rings and rings and rings
When will god send his angels
To fix all these things?
MWL 6-9-21
I feel in love in a dream
I fell in love in a dream
To a woman I’ve never seen
We read our lines and bowed our heads
I soon woke up filled with dread
I searched through my memories
but I can’t recall her face
I search though every crowd
For that warm heart filled embrace
Its lost it’s gone,
I can’t return
To the dream stream
I so yearn.
Something in that space in time
Love set a bloom for which I pine
Something glowing
Something gold
Something spinning
Flowered winds blow
Into the dark
we quietly go
To reap the rewards
that we sow
I fell in love in a dream
To a woman I’ve never seen
We read our lines and bowed our heads
I soon woke up filled with dread
I searched through my memories
but I can’t recall her face
I search though every crowd
For that warm heart filled embrace
Something glowing
Something gold
Something spinning
Flowered winds blow
Into the dark
we quietly go
To reap the rewards
that we sow
I wake to find my body old
It’s time to come in from the cold
But of all these stories told
The one that has the strongest hold
Is when I meet you…
For Marie
MWL 6-10-21
Home of the free
I see you in your mask driving in the rain
Off to Walmart for a cure for migraines
The circus is always moving down the isles
Crazy eyes darting hard to know who’s smiling
It’s a do-nothing kind of day
The EBT cards and stimulus checks are on their way
85” TVs, Gameboys and cases of red bull
Shopping carts filled till they spill
Till they spill over and over and over
See that old lady she earned every penny and won’t have no part in all the free
She’ll save her pennies and cut a coupon so she can feel alive
Unsupervised children eating out of cereal boxes
While mom is trying on the latest Walmart fashions, planning her next child,
Got to keep the family business running smooth.
America home of the free
See that that’s JDs old house he died last week couldn’t afford an operation to patch a hole in his gut. He worked hard all his life and, in the end, he fell victim to money and greed, no doctor would touch him, he was just an expendable pebble lost in the sea of hypocrisy.
Come cross the Border, now’s the time with so much disorder, they give you free money free health care and a free home free food free phones, free it’s like a dream of magic and extasy, fill your pockets with the American dream.
The 13 percent are all in a lather the hate mongers have whipped them up to protest and burn down the city tonight, and lord have mercy if your white you best keep out of sight, yah you herd me right.
Don’t you all see your all being played, there will be a price to pay “there’s always a price to pay”.
They want your vote they want the power they want to keep you on the tit with hands out with the downward eyes of the coward. They control you with fear, fear of losing all your free please don’t take my free, then vote for me, don’t take away My free……I see the statue of liberty is in rehab again did you see her with a needle in her arm. – “give me your free”
MWL 5-8-21
Barley
Barely I’m breathing
Barely I see
If we don’t get together
it will be a travesty
Evil divides us and greed is the game
All your possessions
are shackles of shame
Barely I’m dreaming
I run and I hide
No joy I’m finding
on the other side
Barely heart beating
now to what end
All of the wreckage
my twisted mind sends
In the scatter light of moon beams
The pull is so strong
The fire in its glowing light
dances to the sad songs
Barely I’m breathing
Barely I see
The stranger behind the glass
Is only me
Oh, the stranger behind the glass
Is only me
MWL 5-1-21
Water
We are water we are sea
Always on a new journey
We are earth we are stone
Where we lay, we’ll call home
The river rages cutting deep
The sediment herded like sheep
the countless riches I am told
the sun reviles flakes of gold
the water cleans so pure so true
the magic lives in side of you
drink it in and fill your soul
watch the waves forever roll
the mountain steep she never sleeps
the air is thin and clear of sin
the wind lays its hands upon your face
welcoming you home with its embrace
it never ends this wheel of life
a spinning ball drinks in the light
its brothers wink from far away
today may be your judgement day
a seed of hope tossed in the air
a crashing blast starts the gears
a million years of furnace blast
the wheel of time forgets the past
We are water we are sea
Always on a new journey
We are earth we are stone
Where we lay, we’ll call home
The river rages cutting deep
The sediment herded like sheep
the countless riches I am told
the sun reviles flakes of gold
MWL 5-9-21
The Scoundrel
The Scoundrel
Deep inside he is hiding
To be civilized he’s trying
every day the gap -Keeps widening
Outside the cave -the sun is blinding
No matter how hard he’s trying
To be civilized he’s finding
All the roads are steep and winding
Outside the cave -the sun is blinding
Under a star filled sky the wise ones wonder why
Why are we just like sheep always uneasy on are feet
And isn’t it a travesty that no one keep track of history
Recorded joys and miseries to show the young one’s what we’ve seen
You stare into the fire and your warrior arises
It’s just a part of you there are no surprises
Its in your DNA, it’s always been that way
Don’t deny don’t turn your eyes
It’s time for truth you’ve seen the proof
Mothers cry Under war torn skies
Would you like a spot of tea? Would you like to dream with me?
Build a world of harmony- Where all our souls are free
Would you like to band together? Share a shelter from the weather
It seems are friendship has us tethered and that’s ok with Me.
Deep inside he is hiding
To be civilized he’s trying
every day the gap -Keep widening
Outside the cave -the sun is blinding
No matter how hard he’s trying
To be civilized he’s finding
All the roads are steep and winding
Outside the cave -the sun is blinding
So many things we don’t understand
We are one we are Man
Its not your fault you clinch your fist
Sharpened eyes you can’t resist
Trust is not an option
It’s a concept a delusion
Spoken to create confusion
Resist it intrusion
a scoundrel
a toxic illusion
No matter how hard he’s trying
To be civilized he’s finding
All the roads are steep and winding
Outside the cave -the sun is blinding
MWL 7-3-21
The Power and the Glory
The Power and the Glory
You can’t steal my Thunder
You can’t kill my joy
Though you think that your so clever
You will not destroy
I am in the moment
The victory bell rings out
All my moments all together
Listen to them shout
I will not be denied
I’ve been silent for so long
I’m standing with my brothers
Singing out our song
The Power and the Glory
the passion the story
The struggle is now over
The world covered in clover
So lay down your pride
Lay down your possessions
Cast to the wind
All your suspicions
Open your heart
Let the light shine in
Judgement day is here
Melt away your sin
You can’t steal my Thunder
You can’t kill my joy
Though you think that your so clever
You will not destroy
I am in the moment
The victory bell rings out
All my moments all together
Listen to them shout
I will not be denied
I’ve been silent for so long
I’m standing with my brothers
Singing out our song
The warm wind is sweat and thick with fragrance’s
Of long extinct flowers
The sky is orange with pink scattered plumes
Spiraling dancing the birds sing in tune
And all the wicked ones vanish without a trace
And all that remains is the beautiful face of Man
No greed no hunger no more tears to cry
Just the harmony of love filled souls
Ready to take flight
Out into the universe beyond the cosmic sea
Is our destiny
MWL 7-4-21
Surface
Surface
Welcome to the surface divert your weakened eyes
Breath the air of the kings reach for the sky
Best be careful keep your ears alert
The surface demons setting the world ablaze
In your mole city buried by a thousand feet of lies
You were herded into caves
Someone said does Jesus save
Underground we build we live we are
Under ground we dream of sweet lazy blue sky’s
Under skies underground it’s just a layer we are bound
They say to shield us from the sun and its poison light
You desire to reach the surface
You dream of the treasures
They say the wind will cut you in pieces
The sun will infect you with its scorn
The moon has released the endless storm
Be a good mole boy and do what your told
And with any luck you may grow weak and old
Why do they lie? Why do they Lie?
Is it to control, control, control the Mole
It’s always been that way -rule by fear rule by hate
Under disappointed stars they turn there back to the Mole Man who destroyed Paradise
Underground we build we live we are
Underground we dream of sweet lazy blue sky’s
Under skies underground it’s just a layer we are bound
They say to shield us from the sun and its poison light
It’s always been this way, Harvesting the earths energy to light up the under city’s
The children do not no and they are not thought
They just exist in their reality and except what they’ve got
We are moles, we are all buried souls
playing are rolls changing us in ways
the missions to space seeds to the wind
could only take a few
so, we had to think of something quick
so, we went down we went underground
we went underground
radio waves distorted
we know your out there
morse is the only source
we know your out there
morse is the only source
A mole reached the surface and pushed his hand through the damp earth
Then brought his head above the surface
In a blinding white light, he could not see but his ears could hear the sounds of birds,
He put on his light filter glasses and gasped when he saw the beautiful lush vegetation
And the smell of fresh air was intoxicating and, in the distance, he could hear the rhythmic sounds of machines flying ionizing drones.
They say the wind will cut you in pieces The sun will infect you with its scorn
The moon has released the endless storm Be a good mole boy and do what your told
And with any luck you may grow weak and old Why do they lie? Why do they Lie? Is it to control, control, control the Mole.
It’s always been that way -rule by fear rule by hate
MWL 7-3-21