vox populi vox dei

via Rag and Bone.

Cha Cha Cha

The crisp sheet bedding pulled down to the floor,
my raised, tired brows have witnessed its lore
and I won’t have much to say, if I don’t return.
Easy risers don’t give into pleas,
they don’t take mess from the sleepy streets
and the abacus says, ‘keep on counting…’

The law of the waking people greets with such heavy cymbals
and the morn’ catches fire
you’re the king who’s crowned as they lay down!

A big day is brewing; shall we covet it more?
We owe our advances to the dormant corps
and the silence they display in their four-walled bunker.
My gait now quickens with the greatest of ease,
a shower of truth wrinkles head to feet,
and the answer of the day is ‘you’ve made it!’

The law of the waking people greets with such heavy cymbals
and the morn’ catches fire
you’re the king who’s crowned as they lay down!

The law of the waking people greets with such heavy cymbals!

SURRENDER

There is a heart, there is a broken heart,
bleeding here and now.
Memories of moments in that awful bar,
you touched my face I’ve wasted so much time.
(Stop me if it starts to hurt you, stop me if it starts to hurt).

I knew they’d find you because they get to us all,
I knew they’d bind you with your back to the wall.
Surrender,
there is no time to lose.

It’s information and it’s eating my eyes,
it’s just sensation and I’m assuming its lies,
but if it is true, then there is no time to lose.

There is a mind, there is a desperate mind,
making sense of you.
Staring out the dangers in those honest eyes,
I need to know it all, I feel its time.
(Stop me if it starts to hurt you, stop me if it starts to hurt).

Dazzled by romance and breaking news,
she whispers “no chance”.
Too true.

It’s a dilemma, there’s only moments to lose,
did you remember, did you remember to choose?
Oh it’s over,
it was over far too soon.

Happy Lamb!