How Have You Been?
Little patience on the banks of brass Drunken pirate dolphin myths I heard someone say 'No this isn't it' But I will love you again The world leans to one side The thief is on the hwy driving alone Golden trophies fall off stools No heroin men to catch them I hear laughter and a spanish guitar I hear of Spain and i hear of Hadrian But the control of accent applauds the commercial No trial and no judge Just the blind jury who holds no scale And alone on his bed, naked against his wool There is a man with the softest of thighs No shackle, not looking for danger nor adventure But if you ask he will tell you Shoes should leave a trace in the dust As words should leave a deep cut on the page The world is yours to bruise and damage With art, with poems, with figures curved from rock and clay Go and find Herod's death bed Listen for the rolling stone You are the man who rings the bells And the fire blazes out of control