my meal is the sun

when it shines I eat

my drink is the moon

when she comes I drink

over those hills and far beyond

are the valleys of indiscretion

I make my way in from

all the noise, all the tension

over the hill and then some

over the thrills you need em

so carelessly

you say these things

I can not ever believe

as many sit and stare for hours

the tube, the night, the t.v.

full of lies

full of deceit

so calm as the many die at your feet

starving and lusting

and groping to feed

as we all pass em by

t.v. reports and jive

but you don't care if I live or die

why should you

I ask why

Maybe you're sold and bagged..

lyrics written 5-28-1988

music 4-13-2010

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