1.Make The Madness Stop
Come along, come along-
Follow the way that leads between madness and madness
Flowers on both sides, each side has weeds and gladness and
sadness
Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open
fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense
Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely
make the madness stop
Deplete we must the store of hate immense and men grouping
groping nonsense
Pathways are green and black and white and yellow and crimson
Walk on the rainbow flooded by boths sides truths and opinions
Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open
fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense
Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely
make the madness stop
Deplete we must the store of hate immense and mens grouping
groping nonsense
Honesty and purity, beauty and sincerity
Doesn't that sound corny
Wish that I were corny
Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open
fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense
Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely
make the madness stop
Deplete we must the store of hate immense and men grouping
groping nonsense
Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open
fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense
Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely
make the madness stop.
2.An Elegy
When he went away for the last time
it wasn't so easy, words were hard to find
and the cows in the barn knew it was milking time
Must of been real hard to leave everything behind,
over there a moonless night shivering a secret fright
It wasn't so easy.
And how many missions more, where to and what for？
Ask the government, tell it to the cows in the barn
Then there was the moon, what did the moon see？
Saw the blade of grass in one boy's eye
and pain that'll make you glad you're dying
Hands that dribbled the basketball
Voice that sang out of tune
Love that ended too soon
A nose that bled for better reasons.
When he went away for the last time
it wasn't so easy, words were hard to find
and the cows in the barn knew it was milking time
It was milking time but he was so far away,
so far away that even prayers could not reach
So he died there.
When he came back for the last time
it wasn't so easy, words were hard to find
and we buried him before it was milking time
The preacher said it was all right, the Lord is my Shepherd
but I shall want to know why.
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