Phineas McLinius Words by Douglas Heyes Jr. Dedicated to my Dear Friend & Mentor ~ J.C. Phillips ~ 10.21.1947 – 06.18.2011 Artist ~ Teacher Evolved Spirit Ad Alta ~ ~10.02.2026 ___________________ PHINEAS McLINIUS Phineas McLinius Was a Wise Old, Wizened Wizard No one Knew how Old he was But it didn't seem to matter But then one sunny afternoon He fell down from his ladder That was around the 1st of June But now it gets a little sadder A Black Raven was Flying by He was Followed by a Raptor Just then, Phineas Blinked his Eyes Both Great Birds fell from the Sky You'd think they were about to Die But, they found a New Way to Fly Upside down, Diving Low to the Ground You couldn't even Hear a Sound A Thunder like the Sound of Jets Fighters coming from the West It was only the Wind just about to come in As I Lay my Old and Weary Soul to Rest I saw Visions of the Virgin Mary With Baby Jesus at Her Breast And the sunset there above the sea Reminded me of you and me Aye, me Lassie, short and sweet This wizard, now before your feet My princess, you make my heart beat From Riverside to City Street Won't you please come home with me? I'd love to raise a family I'm sorry if I'm rambling I was out all last night gambling We play lots for lives, and cards and dice When we close our eyes, we can see all your lies If you treat us all fairly, you have nothing to fear But, you might be very quick to get out of here In a Forest full of Fairies And with Elves down in the Glen If you are Sincerely Looking For Yourself, just Now and Then Let the Magic of the Morning Let It Sing to you again Until you Float around the Bend Back to your Sweet, Old Hometown of Riverbend Somewhere in the Distance He could see A Thin Red Line Moving down the Emerald Hills Above St. Valentine's Like a Giant Red, Black Python From the Borderlands of Time Our Dear Homeland of Ireland Where the Water turns to Wine The Village was not far away Just a Klick down in the Glen My Papa was the Blacksmith My Mama was a Waitress I worked the Land at Heatherfield I was training IRA with the legend, Bobby Seale There would be no Redcoats Outside our Fortress Walls Our Sentries up above the moat Could obliterate them all Phineas McLinius was a Civil Engineer Northern Irish Military From the Firebase over here He had a little run in with his Lord High Overseer When he refused to Ship a Wooden And Which was bound for Chanticleer It took every man he had Just to get it out of here They tried to x-ray It was likely lined with lead They believed before they went to bed That they would all be dead There were reports of a British officer A true knight of the realm A student of philosophy With the right and skill to kill Compassionate executions With a blindfold and a cigarette The last and final solution To a night of deep regret A brand new constitution Would most definitely be required They Set the Irish Highlands And our Emerald fields on Fire They come to Plunder, Rape and Steal They Extinguish everything We hold as Safe and Real They do this with a British Parliamentary Seal They Doom us to the Grinding Wheel They charge us as zealots We definitely plan to Appeal They somehow Bomb us without Pilots With Warheads made of Carbon Steel Our Families must go on the Run In the Shadow of Another Gun Socrates or Solomon Sexual or Platonic Hindu, Buddhist, Rashamon Chemical Particles, Subatomic Photons Sword of Damocles, Erewhon Empire Warriors in Feudal Japan The Clash of their Swords Hand to Hand, Man to Man Eons and Epochs Or just another One Night Stand? A Knight-Errant Scribe Accepting a Bribe For my One and Only to Give me her Hand We've been searching for Lifetimes For the Lord’s Promised Land The battle is Raging, Fire Falls from the Sky You and I are Engaging With a Wink and a Sigh If you Think you might Die Then, you just might be Right It's as Good a Night as any To Fly into the Light So far from the Spectacular Or even the Vernacular A Timeless Confrontation And a Forced Evacuation Command Base Devastation Scorched Earth Annihilation The Enemy is in Position To Terminate their Final Mission ‘Tis the Season for High Treason Sins of Omission, Sins of Commission Fermenting like Wine on a Long, Twisted Vine No Chance we will ever make it Out in Time Ours is now to Stand and Fight For our dear Irish Flag at the Dawn’s Early Light From now until Sundown, then Late into the Night We’ll be Paying the Price for our Good Sacrifice We're all Fire Dancing on the Edge of a Knife Romancing Necromancer since they Murdered my Wife Educated, civilized, cultured and erudite She Went Down Courageously at the End of her Life At that Moment I Swore I would not End the Fight A hesitant Strategy to put out the Light In the Darkness, the color is all faded to Black That's when we Realized there was No Turning Back It is Said by the Prophet, we are not what we Lack We're Ascetics who live in a Gunmetal Shack We Bury our Children in Black Velvet Sacks We Bleed Out and Die, but we know God has our Backs All that you Perceive around you Is One of but a Handful of Things If you put your Value in The Riches of Kings The Devil will Give you almost Everything If you're willing to work and to shoulder that weight You won't be much older when you're lying in state That's mostly what I've been trying to say Will be Crossing the River by the End of the Day Prosecutor or Defender This War is a Never-Ender From the Moors to the Great Pretender Never be a Borrower or a Lender Choose your Wisdom, Wisely Be Properly Attired, Step Lively The Flame that Burns Inside me Is the Light I used to Guide me It's time to Ready the Battlements Up at the Stone Fortress on the Main We have no Allies anywhere Not in England, France, or Spain The best we can hope for is neutrality To harmonize with our mortality To reap the rewards into our Golden Valley But, keep the gate open and back in the alley If you are Hoping to Live Out this Day You might just be Groping for a Needle in Hay Don't give up Hope, because Help’s on the Way We Kneel Down to Pray; We get Ready to Play “The British are Coming, the British are Coming” Cried out the Town Crier, the late Paul Revere One if by Day and Two if by Night If God Wills it we Run them the Hell out of here Down at the pub, an Oak Barrel of Beer A Push and a Shove, and our Fire Line is Clear There won’t be no Redcoats for to Carry them Home They all will Die Frozen, Naked and Alone All Under Orders of Pope John Paul in Rome Spies under the Tides and in the Catacombs The Fall of the Empires, The Straits of Gibraltar The Sirens are Singing with Voices like Water A Tapestry of Narratives Woven with the Finest Threads A Chemistry of Comparative Analytics for the Dead You can't Deceive the People They See through everything you've said And, you might just Live long enough To be Murdered in your Bed Bind you up in front of your Wife and Kids Punish you for the Terrible Things you did A Parchment Scroll Inscribed Herewith A Silver Quill with a Poison Tip Your Fingerprint in Blood is needed Before the King can be Unseated And the British Invaders Defeated We shall Follow no more Leaders With our Rapid Fire Repeaters And our Knives and our Bombs and our Guns This Battle should be Lost or Won Long before the Morning Sun There's no way to Knowfor Sure We might be Rich, but we grew up Poor We had to Take everything we Have Or Face a Date with a Firing Squad We had the Nimrod Decommissioned For Operation Ballyhoo We put a Little Celebration Into Everything we Do At the Re-Commission Ceremony The Keynote Speaker was a Phony The whole shebang blue straight to Hell The Nimitz Went Down before the 1st Ship’s Bell We Received a Communiqué As though it came from our own Grave That's when our Militiamen Staged a Raid down in their Cave Our Brothers In Arms Pushed Forward In the Middle of the Night And the Enemy was Conquered Before the First Rays of Sunlight When Solomon didn't go on and Split the Child in 2 It's because the Good King Knew exactly what he must do He believed that no mother would ever consent To bring forth such a sad Lament With 17 tons of cold, wet cement And 1,000 Barrels of Bubbling, Hot Oil With all of our Weapons and all of our Guns It came up on Time for our Duel in the Sun Every Man Prays for Forgiveness For Himself and for his Family A Soldier prays for Deliverance And a Chance to Set them All Free You must Know it is not a Coincidence In the Cosmos, there is no such thing Every Fiber and Particle of what Makes you and me Has been Created in Line with Divine Prophecy Here we Stand at the Threshold of Eternity Fulfilling our Role in the Ancient, Sage Prophecy Nobody's Fool and Nobody’s Property There is no Stopping what's Inside of you and me What we know most of all, we know it intuitively I'm nobody's Thrall, no matter what you do to me I can be louder than thunder, or as silent as death It won't really matter when we lay you to rest Out in a pauper’s grave, covered with lime Your wife gives you a wave for the very last time You have no soul to save, and no sweet violet wine And there you'll remain until the end of time Remus and Romulus, 2 Twins who Founded Rome 8 Centuries before our Lord was Crucified Alone Our Savior was Gone when they Rolled back the Stone Across 7 Continents, forever to Roam Dark, Evil Passages from Down in the Catacombs Satanic Messages by order of the throne I see you through the Window My Love, how you have grown The Blessings of St. Benedict The Dark, DaVinci Code Ain't no one who can like claim To being King of this Old Road Somewhere in California An Old Man Strikes the Mother Lode Back in 1849, in Sedona, Arizona Transatlantic Cables, a Pipeline to the Pope Claim Jumpers soon caught up with him And, on the spot, they did him in They only dug a shallow hole To late to rest his mortal soul The Non-Existent Curve of the SpaceTime Loop Like a Tiny Little Lassie with her Hula Hoop Offers up The Living Proof It's a Comedy of Errors, a Universal Spoof Weather Farce or Tragedy We are not yet so truly Free That we can Proclaim our Liberty From Poverty and Tyranny Faraway Islands across the sea Beckon to me quite incessantly I Reckon that I will just have to See What lies Beyond Eternity A Spiderweb of Depravity? A Madhouse of insanity Or a Peaceful Weir beside the Shore In the Heather Fields of Evermore The Water runs below our Floor Two Blood Crosses around our Door Two Stone Lions at our Front Gate We know that Paradise won't Wait We Live in a Community Where we are Punished with Impunity The Big Clock in the Old Bell Tower Very Late, almost every Night Chimes somebody's Final Hour Heaven's Gate swings slowly Open As we Bunker Down for a Long Goodnight We're Immortalized by our Firepower The People Gather at our Door We thought we'd never See them Anymore But, since the Reign of Charlemagne We must Abide by the Rules of the Court We can be Courtiers or Courtesans Blazing New Frontiers and Paradigms We’re quite Sure this is the End of Times And we're about to become Divine Let them Cross our Long, Green Line Between St. Valentine's, and St. Adeline’s We have Dug in a Field full of Landmines While our Troops Close the Circle Coming up from Behind The Enemy is Surrounded We are about to Remind them They’re like Rats in a Trap Reviled and Banished Exiled, then Vanished Excoriated Vilified Criminalized, Dehumanized The Children are so very Wise See the Sparkle in their Eyes They See in the Dark They Light Up the Spark As Archers, the Young Ones Never Fail to Hit their Marks The Grand Guignol of our Society We Excuse those Convicted of Piracy We Pardon the Worst, it is All in Reverse Every Line, every Word, they are always Rehearsed You think it's a blessing, but it's really a curse Until it's the Time when you go Home in a Hearse Everything around you, Love As I have said before Like the 4 Winds, only 4 But, as we've come to Understand Now, 7 Winds must Take our Hand It takes more than an Able Man With Nothing but a Spread of Land He puts his Woman in Command All the Wranglers and the Ranch Hands Some Swam across the Rio Grande Or came in from Cuba in Wooden Rowboats Slaughtering and Eating their own Pet Goats They took a Beating off the US Coast If you Look at the Ceiling You'll Think you're Afloat Your Seasickness has you Reeling Women and Children to the Lifeboats The Captain must always Go Down with his Ship The North Wind at Gale Force With a Strong, Tidal Rip You must Realize that you are, Right Now Very Close to the End of your Trip The way Close your Eyes It tells meyou're Losing your Grip You wear a Disguise But you Shoot from the Hip You might Trade it All For a Kiss on the Lips A Woman who Loves you More than all Words can Say A Lover to Greet you At the End of the Day Now, I Beseech you To just Please Go Away Because now, we're about to Turn the Night into Day Commander Xandra Alexander Was a former Field Commander With Occasion to Work as a Free Agent She'd Steal Intel from the Other Side Then, she'd Take them for a Ride Push them so far Deep Inside They Disappear like an Ocean Tide And, O, the Tears of Joy we Cried They Say the River Jordan Is Cold and Deep and Wide But Paradise is Waiting Just on the Other Side I guess that we should just relax And try to enjoy the ride Or maybe lie here on our backs And watch the Invaders die Everything around you, all of the Time Is Composed of the Simplest of Elements Igneous and Metamorphic The Primordial Ooze and the Sediments A Brain that stays fully Elastic Blood Vessels made out of Surgical Plastic Clogging our Waterways and the Pacific We Live in the Age of Captain Fantastic Phineas and Mia, in the Hold, down Deep Were trying to grab a few minutes of Sleep That's when they heard the Cannons Open Fire Xandra Commanded her Firemasters To Destroy the Enemy Fleet Fire came Raining from the Sky Like an Ultraviolet Lullaby Wildfire on the Water, we can Hear the Angels Cry Soft Targets and Mounting Casualties As we try to Keep the Peace Back Room Negotiations For our Prisoners’ Release Conditional Regulations Have been issued by the Maritime Court Our Mission has been Ruled a Failure We are Ordered to Abort Commander Xandra Alexander Has Recorded the Message Band Her Ship Unrestricted Unbound by these Commands We will All be Convicted Or on a Victory Stand Our Ship is Disabled But in the Grip of Able Sea Hands It Comes to Be, We Are Not Alone Commander Xander Alexander Xandra's Brother, a Long Way From Home We are Protected by 2 Twin Full Bird Commanders Either one of them could be Castor or Pollux On another Run into a disastrous Bollix From an Irish Family of Alcoholics And a fierce, burning hatred for the Catholics We turn our Ire into a Weapon They think they Know what they're Expecting When our Escorts suddenly change Direction And Shepherd us in with Full Protection Our Vessels will never Pass another Inspection Her Days are now Numbered for Good Her Brass Fittings and her Towering Sails The Bodies of our Mariners Gone Over the Rails Farewell to the Dolphins The Seabirds and the Whales Be Gone, the Jolly Roger Goodbye to the Enemy’s Sails Torturer, Executioner, the Endless Years In Jail The Mock Trials and Commissioners Guilty Verdicts, Without Fail Time to Listen to The 4 Winds Wail 7 Things you need to Know To Survive here in this World Alive or Dead, it is often said As the Mariner’s Flag unfurls It might be your Wife and Kids are Dead But you still have a Little Girl You want her in your Wedding Bed But, it's your Chambermaid instead You don't even know her name But you'll spend tonight with her just the same In the end, you'll fight with her, but it's just a game As the Wizard turns the Sunshine into Rain Back on Deck with Phineas McLinius He Camouflaged himself as The Friendly Village Idiot He took out Hadley's Quadrant And then Triangulated Venus A most Dangerous Trajectory Also, Famously, eter6nally Another Round of S&D We'll Burn them Down and Watch them Flee More Bullets aimed at you and me More men Dying to set us all Free There's no Denying that our Present Company Are Warriors of Excellent Quality Our Courier, from our German Kin He took a big Swallow from a Bottle of Gin He brought out a Pouch full of Ancient Medicine Then he Grinned and he said, “Let The Games Now Begin!” He Swore his Neutrality before he Signed On He had been Wandering so Far and so Long He came from a Family from the Harbor at Annalong A Gregorian Cantor with a Mystical Voice A recognized Pastor, and a eunuch by Choice I’m afraid that Pure Celibacy has never Agreed with me I am Driven by Fires that Ignite me Internally It's a Free-flowing River of my Sexuality It's only a Question of Compatibility Is Fantasy Reality, or is Reality a Fantasy? I don't have the Answer, so please don't you Ask me If you try to Board us We will Take you to Task If you even Move toward us We're gonna Kick your British Ass We will Admit no one below Rank Junior Class If you try to Sail by us, we will not Let you Pass And now, we're Deploying our Barrels of Gas The Royal British Navy is about to get Smashed The Rain turns the Fire into Sparks Every one of them Alive They Land upon the Water Like a Kaleidoscope of Butterflies Just like Living Comet Tails When they Fly through the Northern Lights Intelligence is Everywhere It Breathes in the Particles of Air Contracted or Compacted? Socratic or Didactic? Synthetic or Elastic? Prophetic, or just Plastic? Chaotic or Quixotic? Erratic or Exotic? Neurotic or Psychotic? Erotic or Entropic? The Answer is very Simple It is Written on the Walls Of the Anasazi Temple With their Nepalese Temple Balls Higher than the Rainbow Wider than the Canyon The Parrots in the Banyans Teach us Peace through Understanding We were in Sight of the Southern Shore When we had to Fight a little More We were Burned down to the Core Mystic Mariner Listing to the Port We had taken a hard Hit Amidships 3 m Abaft of the Beam Our hold was Filling up with Salt Water She was Near to a Parallel Lean The Weather was Turning so Brutal and Mean We couldn't See anything, even Deep In Between We were taking on Water at an Alarming Rate The British were Coming They were Swarming with Hate We still Planned on Keeping Our Date with the Fates We were Standing up Sleeping So we would not Hesitate When it came time to Stand and deliver The Tides shifted round and turned into a River All of our Men looked up to the Crow's Nest They saw Phineas McLinius Stand facing the West His Hands were Wide Open, way up Over his Head He was Summoning Something From the Land of the Dead Come, Little Children, for it is time for Bed While Visions of Treachery Dance in your Head How the Mighty have Fallen to Lay where they Bled As we Answer our Calling while the Water turns Red We’ve got One Way Tickets to Paradise To Cover the Price of our Sacrifice It might not amount to a Bushel of Rice While Visions of Valhalla make us Stop and Think Twice All the Fishermen Out Working in their Old Fishing Boats Mystic Mariner Broken but still Staying Afloat No one is Running To Man the Lifeboats But the British are Coming Across our Stone Castle Moat Rights of Passage Undertaken By our Royal Lord of Hosts The Father and the Mother The Son, the Holy Ghost Burning up like Boiling Water All the way Up and Down the Irish Coast For our Sweet Amazon Grandmother Our Cherished Ayahuasca Vine Our Wives and Children Crying As All our Men are Dying Ensign Cookie down Below Has Brewed some Blood Red, Scarlet Tea He Offers you a China Cup Then, he Passes it to me We will see the Face of Gaia This much I Guarantee We are Worldly, War- Weary Veterans And our Home is Upon the Sea Knights Armored in Chainmail We can Hear the Winds Wail As the Waves come Crashing right over the Rail An Epic Disaster if we should happen to Fail Our Watchman in the Crow's Nest Spies a Young, Pure White Quail As she simply attends to Her Final Detail She Flies up so High Into the Smoky, Black Sky In her Terminal Demise She just Falls Down and Dies Way Up in the Air A Hole Opens in the Clouds Up on the Old, Splintered Masthead Our Commanders are Screaming Out Loud There's no way to Hear them In the Din and the Glare But, the Sins of our Fathers Left us All with a 1,000 Yard Stare A Torpedo comes Smashing Through the Southwestern Wall Our Hopes and Dreams Crashing Right in Front of us All The Anasazi Sacred Writings Are a Prophecy that came True In the Emerald Fields of Paradise When it Happens to me, it will Happen to you Just now, an 11 Pound Steel Mortar Shell Hits us for Real and just Blows us to Hell We All Hear the Peal of our Final Ship’s Bell This is the Sound of our Last Fare-Thee-Well Commanders Xander and Xandra Of the Alexandrian Court Put their Wax Imprimatur On their Last and final Field Report What do you do to turn on the Light When you know it's your last Do you pray for Forgiveness? Will you See the Morning Light? Do you ask for Deliverance? Try and Make Everything All Right? Do you Walk Across The Water With a Wood Cross in your Hand? Do you Think you will Remember How to Reach the Promised Land? We are Sailing through the Heavens Ladies in Waiting and Nights in White Satin The Commanders and Captains Hold a Round Table Session The Fate of the Empire is under Discussion The Great Funeral Pyre is under Construction It's a Razor Wire Minefield of Epic Destruction All while the Maritime Court is in Session Everything Falls if we lose the Election They'll Cut Off our Balls as a Gourmet Selection But, oh, the Romance And The Lure of the Sea A Gale Force Weather Dance Is our Sweet Destiny We Threw Down our Lines So that we could be Free It's the End of our Tale Of Good Men of the sea The Desert is an Ocean With its Water Underground The Fragrance Lingers Softly When there's No One Else Around Step Lively, Gentle Warrior Don't you even Make a Sound We’ll be Gone Across the River When the Sun is Going Down Red Flag Warnings Rising Up In the Streets East of Downtown Like when our Patron, Emmett Kelly Wore the Face of a Sad Clown The South Dublin Bucket Brigade Began to turn this Shit into Lemonade I wish that was the Worst of it The Court report began, “To Wit….” A Band of Olde Tyme Mariners Is Guilty now of Treason We've been through their Particulars And, there Seems to be no Reason They Abandoned their Command Committed Perjury on the Witness Stand Split off from the Waterline And left their Navy far Behind A Solution, maybe, comes to Mind We go back Behind the Fireline We Dig In and Prepare to Fight Before the Rising Sun at Midnight We Hear the Strains of Rule Britannia Our Warrior Brothers from Pretoria Seafaring Men from Cape Horn, South Africa A Crew of Seaworthy Men from Southern Astoria These Salty Dogs of Endless War Came about upon the Shore And Thereabouts, a Waterspout Came to Life above the Moors We Cursed the Demons in the Sky Tell us Lord, we don't Know Why We are Forced to Say Goodbye And then to Watch our Brothers Die Branded now as Mutineers The last place they should be is here But we shall leave no Soldier behind We are Mariners of a Different Kind The Strangest Things started happening The Winds were up to 99 Knots It is Pointless to try to Remember The Things that God Forgot He gave us the Cosmos And the Love Goddess, Venus Then, he Created the Platypus And made Men think with their Penises We Welcomed Aboard the Best Irish Machinist 7 Miles Offshore, they put their Ships in Between us They Fired a Mortar Shell right Across our Bow Our Watchman Declared that we were Going Down Just now, through the Air, Comes a Terrible Sound Our Bodies are Meant to Fit Together To Meld and Mesh and Move Our Skin is like our Lizard Leather For every Tongue there's a Groove For every Hill there's a Valley You can Ascend to the Meadow Or you can Die in the Alley Plant your Seeds and Watch them Grow We are not Meant to be Alive Forever But, if you ask when we Die I'd have to tell you, “Never” If you feel you need to cry I can teach you how to fly How to Leave this World Behind Because, this Whole Place Lives Inside the Shadows in your Mind As to Ourselves, the Human Race A Parasitic Species An Alien Scientific Test Case We Infect our Universities With a Double Blind from Outer Space If you Think you’re getting Messages From the Ring Around The Moon You should Read the Ancient Passages Because the End is Coming Soon It Started when Thales of Miletus The Greek Philosopher and Mathematician The Author and the Architect Of the Industrial Revolution Following in the Tradition Of Pythagoras and Newton Parallel and Rotary Motion Hydraulic Energy from the Ocean A Central Sun & Planet Gear Factory Power, Quantifying Flywheels Overhead and Rear Horsepower to get them Flying Musketeers are Multiplying In Compliance with Cosmic Protocol Hidden behind a Cold Stone Wall Phineas in the Crow's Nest Lashes himself to the mast The Sun is going down in the West And the Mariner is Breathing her Last Our Escorts try to Stop them But they're Coming In too Fast It's Time for Phineas McLinius To take these Bastards to Task He Rages to the Underworld “Satan, you She Devil You Swine before Pearls You Flea without Dogs Lightbringer to this World I Summon and Command you Right Here by my Side May the Winds come up Around you And just Blow the Brits Goodbye!” There was Dead Silence for a Moment Then, Everything Stopped around us It took just a Minute Realize That the Enemy had Surrounded us It seems they were Planning to Wait us Out That’s what the Scuttlebutt was all about We plan to let them Think that we're Down and Out Then we'll Hoist up a Drink, and we'll Rout ‘em on Out They Say if you Want Something That you should try to Act As If Then, let me tell you, Honey That this Life’s a Golden Gift To Think that it all Started With a Single, Little Kiss Nothing makes me Prouder Than when you Stand Up with a Fist Phineas seemed to have Total Control The Wind and the Water The Fire in his Soul His Unreal Magic Powers From Beyond the Rings of Saturn With a Fragrant Spray of Lotus Flowers To Delay our Final Hours Like Milady in the Tower No Bonds and no Breaks among Us to Divide us The Longer it takes, the more we get Stronger Don't Think we can't Wait just a little bit Longer It's said, the Bigger they Are the Harder they Fall Never try to Deceive the Legends of the Fall All of this might Strike you As a Little Bit off the Wall Did that Little Bitch of a Princess Take you Off Did her Little Bit of Incest get you Off? Did you make love with her slowly Did you tell her when she had enough? Did you lie and say you loved her? Did things get a little rough? Well, now you have a bill to pay And you will have to kill today We’re due for a Winter Chill Tonight You must try to Keep it High and Tight It's Likely that None of us will Last the Whole Night We Decided to Kill the Last of our Lights The Midnight Sun was Shining Bright Phineas was Clearly in his Element As the Sea turned into an Ocean of Wet cem6ent Our Vessel was no longer Seaworthy She was Listing to Portside And Filling Up quickly The Men did their Best To Control the Situation When, from Central Command A Top Secret Communication We Logged the Coded Message Right Straight Up at 4 Bells Our Confidence Eroded As we Felt the Pull From Hell We now Believe that we just Heard Our Last and Final Good Ships Bell We Heard the Chirping of a Little Bird The Churchbell in the Tower Chimed Not a One of us Spoke a Word That's when we all Saw the Number 9 It Looked like the Stars were on Fire We all Heard the Heavenly Choir We looked up above and saw Phineas Staring at the Heavens As if through a Looking Glass We all Heard the Voices Clash And we Saw the Faces from our Past After 13 Years Before the Mast The Shadows of our Ancestors Veterans of so many Wars Ablaze through Space among the Stars Around the Sun and the Moons of Mars Hypocrites the Creator of Medicine Taught us, first above all you must Do no harm A Man of Extraordinary Measures and Means He was just an Ordinary Thinker But, he Understood Binary Systems He knew that the Universe Was Nothing but Arbitrary Nietzsche said, “God is Dead” But he still Loved our Sweet Virgin Mary We Heard Phineas’ Voice Rising Up Above the Storm Our Sails were like tattered Winding Sheets As we Entered the Eye of the Storm Phineas raised up his arms once again In One, Single Instant, we are Gone once again A Vortex of Chaos, a Dead, Baby Albatross All Signals and Signs that we’re Losing our Minds Much like the Greek Homer's Iliad Around us, Conditions are Horribly Bad There's a Cold, Eerie Calmness Like the Great Ulysses at the Rocks of Gibraltar Like Lambs to the Grim, Bloody Slaughter Till they Die way down Deep Under the Water Then they Lie in their Watery Graves While we Kidnap their Women as Slaves With no Thought of Changing our Ways We are Fighting a War in a Daze As Yesterdays turn into Todays And the Dead shall Remain where they Lay You can always Trust a Patriot To Protect his Country and his Family As much as he might Wish To Save them and Keep them from Harm When it comes to the Last of his Resources He'll Watch the Backs of his Brothers-in-Arms He Figures they are the Best Defense That there’s no such thing as Coincidence That the Little Kids’ Playground Is Surrounded by an Electric Fence That this World is a Comedy of Errors Of Bullets and Poison- Tipped Arrows When it comes right on down To the last few minutes of your life You're so deep down in it You can't reach out to your wife You made a Commitment You are in it for Life That, my Lovely, and just so Far Beyond The End is Nowhere in Sight If you Meet your Demise At the End of a Knife Then why did you bring it To a High Noon Gunfight? Can you Hear the Loon As she Cries Out in the Night? Can you See the Moon That is Shining in the Sky? Do you Hear the Tune A Celestial Lullaby The Sirens are all Singing for you Does It even still Remind you Of the Infinite Beginning? What's that Coming Up Behind you? Do you have to Run and Hide? With Phineas to Mind you Till you're on the Other Side We’re Here to Remind you Of your Emerald Irish Pride Remember who you're Fighting for At the Ending of this Ride They say that Pride Must Go Before the Fall It is One of the 7 Deadly Sins Whose Footsteps Echo Down the Hall? Do you Feel that They are Watching you? That they Know Everything you Do I Guarantee that you are Right The Flames were Falling all Around us Like Fractal, Spectral Globulus We Fell Down upon our Knees Cuz we Felt the Touch of God With Us Every Single One of us All of our Women and Mates We Cast our Lots before Poseidon As we Founder into the Harbor at Calledon We couldn't See through the Haze and the Smoke While the British Fleet Acted like it's a Joke But the Joker gets Trumped By the Black Queen of Spades And all of our Lemons turned into Lemonade Our Beat Master came up From the Slave Hold Below Said, “The Slaves would rather Die Than to be a Part of this Horror Show I just Looked at him and Laughed I said, “Hey, thanks a lot for watching my Back” He Staggered Forward and Stumbled Aft And then, he just Died of a Heart Attack You must keep Moving Forward Don't Bother to Look Back Because you'll be Underwater When they Chain you to the Rack A Man’s Life is made up Of 3 Important Little Things His Legacy, his Epitaph And the Goodness that he brings To his Family and his Friends And to all that he is Sworn to Defend He will Courageously Sacrifice his own Life To Save the Lives of his Family And his Beautiful Wife He will Cultivate the Grace Of Dandelion Wine He will Live out his Life In the Humankind-made Illusion of Time He will Bury his Wife and Head off Down the Line His Work will be Aimed at Advancing his Culture He will Frame and Reframe Every Step of the Future He Trades his Childhood Dreams To become a Part of the Machine He must Swear out his Loyalty For his King and his Queen Whether Pauper or Royalty His Wood Box or Castle is Immaculately Clean He understands that all things Are just not what they seem When I was a Young Boy My Father sat me down He was a Man who was always Smiling But, on this Day, he wore a frown He said, “My son, I just want to say That when your mother passed away You stood up like a soldier At the Ending of the Day” I said, “Dad, that's very kind of you I only did what you would do You're the one who taught me When that British blackguard shot me That I didn't have to Worry Or to be in such a Hurry The World is full of Sanctuaries You said to Find a Girl I want to Marry” I think you kind of thought you were The only one who really knew The things our Mother did to you Please rest assured, I knew it too When I was 9, I'd spend my time In the company of dangerous men I don't talk of what they did to me When they took away my Virginity It was my first month on the sea I had just turned 23 I remember there were 5 of them They were rough and hard and all over me They said they’d turn me into a man And then, they throw me into the sea I don't remember a whole lot after that After I heard the clatter of a Gunsel at my back I thought that I could See the Moon Spelling out in ancient runes The Words God said to our Sweet, Young Lord When he was Baptized by Water in the Holy Word The Sirens were Screaming in my Brain I felt like I was Dying in the Mortal Pain There was someone on board Of his own Noble Accord A Gentleman, Scholarly So very much more A True Master Swordsman With an old Rapier Sword So Cultured, he was Educated and Kind But when he Came at my Attackers He was Stark, Raving Out of his Mind He Sliced off their Tallywackers Then he Spun Around from Behind The Winds began to Rise again The Skies turned Red for the very Last Time The White Caps nearly turned us over It was Time now to Run for Cover The Scribe went into his Attack Routine He turned those Jokers into Queens Like a Samurai from New Orleans Forsaken in the Land Of In Between It first came from my Grandmother Her Name was Susanna O’Donegal She Lived with the Duchess Of Gallows Hill A woman of massive power A Dominating Woman, Extremely Self-Willed She went into Seclusion When her Man was Executed She Swore out her Vengeance And Proclaimed her Independence She Drained off her Inheritance They carved away at her innocence They starved her with no sustenance She preyed upon their decadence They Stripped her of her Elegance Exposed her to the Elements A Portrait of Breeding and Grandiloquence A Sonnet, Unseemly and Decadent Hesitation, Recalcitrance, Reticence The Physicians Prescribing her Medicines To Help her to Build Up her Confidence She Fell in Love with a tall Biochemist Designer Drugs and a Love Without Limits Does Reality Live in your Imagination? Or is what you Imagine even so much more Real ? The Key to the Kingdom is Self-revelation We Open Up Lines of Real Communication We take the Time for Joyful Celebration When we Spill the Wine, it's a Recapitulation Of the Old Ties that Bind between us and our Relations And Masking the Crimes of our Unholy Nation They took her on horseback to deep in the woods They fed her some stuff that made her feel so good But it wasn't enough, she wanted it quicker So they mixed up a tub full of drugs and hard liquor Then all of these men took their sweet time with her For all of their Circle, they made her the Bride And then, 9 months later, she gave birth to the Scribe It was right by the river where she lay down and died They Shipped her Body to America And Alerted her Lover in Bun Cranncha At the Mouth of the Green River Crana Underneath the Aurora Borealis It was just like the Legend of Oedipus Who murdered his Father To be with his Mother This drive lives inside of us I is buried so incredibly deep We live the life it decides for us Then it puts us right back down to sleep Oh, these late night reveries And flights of imagination so fanciful and free Have brought us to the last frontier Where our Whole Nation Sheds a Tear We've Live in utter Desperation and Fear At the Hands of this Despotic King’s Queers Comes a Time when every Man Must leave his Family and his Homeland To Take Up Arms for Ireland To be ready to Falter and Crumble and Perish Up at the Front where Forever he will Stand To Serve out his Mission in these Faraway Lands The Scribe takes my Hand and he Takes me Below The Last of our Men are taking their Battle Stations Quickly, he tells me of his Family His father had been a machinist He made it the family business His mum was a lady of the evening She would bring all the sailors Into Soft Beds of Cotton There, she would lay down beside them And she'd show them what they'd forgotten The Scribe was the spawn Of that ill-gotten night His Mother Absconded With Everything in Sight Anything she might just be able to Sell To the Old Village Tradesmen Down at the Public Market g She Exchanged her Young Body For what they were Craving She had no way of Knowing Of the Souls she was Saving This is why Whoring Is the World’s Oldest Profession A new way of Adoring Sexual Demonic Possession The Heat inside our Seafarers’ Bodies Is Echoed by our Lust for Wartime Domination That's why our Leader, Bobby Sands Won a Landslide Nomination In our Hallowed Halls of Desperation Our Families fall into Isolation We will break down the Walls Of this Corrupt Administration They say that power shall surely Corrupt And that Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely The Man of the Hour is to the Manor Born Born on the Last Note of Gabriel's Horn The People cast Votes that don't mean anything We String Up the Redcoats In the Name of the King We Burn all their Strongholds As our sweet Children Sing We lay waste to their barracks We disgrace all their clerics They deface The Golden Child Commit rape, their dark secret Somewhere out in the wilds Murderers, thieves, perverts and pedophiles Their sickness reflected in the eyes of a child Contortion, distortion in fanciful style His name was John Collingwood Carved Forever in Cold Stone The Ulster county militiamen That called the Scottish Highlands their home For his military indoctrination As well as the correct identification Of his body and possessions And his top secret commission They made him non-existent Like the Shadow of a Ghost No Silver Glow inside the Darkness No bright Lighthouse on the Coast He did his Work in Silence For the Secret Cult of Violence He became a Weapons Master Swore a Blood Oath on the British Bastards A Humble Man in all respects At Work, in Love, in Church, in Sex Street Wise, Cool and Circumspect Subversive and Politically Incorrect He Achieved the Rank of Field Commander Under our Commanders Alexander A man both decadent and confident No doubt a resident of the infinite firmament No one really knew his name He was known only as JC His Namesake was our Lord in Pain Nailed to the Cross up on Mount Calvary It will never matter what you Believe JC has Come to Set us Free That's when the man who had just rescued me Looked at me so deeply and lovingly My body began to shake and I started to cry I felt the old heartbreak and heard a soft lullaby I won't say exactly what happened that night That's all for my savior and I Ecstasy, Liberty, hedonistic luxury An honoring as timeless as the sea Self-Expression, Intersection Jubilation for All of Humanity Demilitarization of the Insanity A Conflagration for the Profanity A Timely Graduation For the Elevation Generation A Wondrous Education And a Thunderous Reputation We Burned their Villages and Towns Knocked their Fortresses to the Ground We Charmed their Earth into Quicksand So that the Emerald Fields of Ireland Would be Free of British Occupation The Gravest of the Grave The most Raw of Malediction Without some Help or Interdiction From the Divine Source of all Remission With no Remorse for our Sacred Sedition The British expect our Total Submission As we Take Aim on their Position We're turning the whole British Empire Into Blazing Burial Mound We Commit them to the Sacrificial Fire As the Midnight Sun is Going Down This is when my friend JC Puts his signature beside the throne He calls in the Saints from all of Time In the Name of Valentinius of Rome He cries out to the ancients He denies our foregone legacy In so doing, he guarantees We will make our mark on History A Portrait of Culture and Elegance A Living Emanation of Wretched Success Out to Defeat just the Best of the Best To Defend for our Cause both the South and the West A kind of gracious gentleman He lived his whole life in a coterie of Men Has gallant and valiant as a Mariner's watch No friendlier than a swift Kick in the crotch With hard-working hands that would grab pull and push They would force him to lie down right under a bush Intercourse never for Love or romance All just an effort to get into your pants Our Commanders are leaders that get what they want You won't Understand either, because you are a Dilettante You dabble and diddle with rabble and riddles Rome Burns while Nero is Playing his Fiddle JC and I in the Crow's Nest on High I cross my heart and hope that I might die If I see a spark or a look in his eye Out come the charts for an exit goodbye That's not our worry, not right at this time We're Sailing a Course under St Valentine If things got any Worse, I go Out of my Mind But, I have JC to help me Leave it Behind He is Inside me like the Infinite Mind He will Invite me when we're all Left behind The War still Excites me, it's like Finding the Key To Pandora's Box and the Great Symphony The Song of the Sirens Distant Lands across the Sea It’s Calling to you as it Beckons to me Maybe the Ocean’s like our Galaxy The Sky is the Water, the Earth, you and me For Ireland, we Commit our Own Lives to be Free If it makes you Happy My One and Only True Love Then your Heart Sings to me Like a Chorus of Angels from High up Above We're Brave and we're Clever With the Power of Love We shall Stand and Deliver Like a Hand in a Glove And when it is Over, if we Lose or if we Win The Devil comes to collect his dues For our Violent Wages of Sin You can Read it in the Belfast Chronicle From the Worldly-Wise, Pastoral Canonical Puritanical or Satanical? Is it Homemade or is it Weapons-Grade? Are you Conservative or a Radical? It doesn't matter anyway You are only what you say you are You recreate your spirit and your soul each day And you are descended from a star You create what you imagine Your body is an engine You drive it like a car But it isn't who you are Like Lightning Rods up on the Mast They called out to the Future And they brought in the past They summoned the sea creature From deep under the waves To send the British flotilla Way down deep to a watery grave Cyclically predictable The war that has no end Irrational, unthinkable Brother on sister, friend on friend More battle lines are being drawn Right now while we speak At the Golden Sands of Avalon We are surely up a creek Now, we all hear a terrible sound It sounds like the sky is falling down Or like fabric ripping itself apart Cosmic Infusium, the Song of the Meadowlark Interstellar Revelation of our Divine Re-Ordination The Answers always stay the Same And yet, the Questions still Remain Like Dancers on the Astral Plane A pity you were put to shame In your endless quest for fame You were blessed to pass the test Now watch the sunrise in the West In The Gospel according to St Matthew Though somewhat distorted by me and by you Revisionist historians As we have truly come to be We Create our own Mythology As we Sail across Eternity It becomes part of our Biology The Lore and Legend of the Sea And if at Last, it Comes to Pass Like some Graven Image from the Past Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife Or he is permitted to take your life If you Dance along the Edge of a Knife Then, perchance, it will always mean The End of Romance and the End of your Life If you awaken inside the dream You are forsaken, this is not what it seems Your stamping out victories Like a well-armed machine Till everything fades into the in-between You gather your strength And you Muster your Courage To face the Oblivion that lies in your future You're an anonymous creature, a cypher The Cosmos is London Town And you're the Pied Piper It feels just like SpaceTime Is starting to Rip It feels like Grandmother Has commanded a Trip A bright Solar System And a new SpaceTime Ship At some point in the future Our scientists will postulate The end of times for the universe But, we don't have to wait The Human Race will be Long Gone Extinct before its Time Much like the Sentences we handed down In the Name of St. Valentine We are Caught Between the Dawning And the Daylight once again It is Early in the Morning Just Offshore from Starlight Glen Now, before it is too Late We must Listen to our Wizard Friend As we Stand Ready at the Gate Of our Sweet Hometown of Riverbend We all are convicted of the sin of hate For us it is a trusted weapon Until our enemy lies in state The IRA Court is in Session To Finalize my Field Report I Intentionally do not Mention The way our Men Came to Order When they were Commanded to Attention Before us there, Beyond the Horizon We all can See a Shimmering Light It Seems as though that King Poseidon Was about to Bid us a tender Goodnight With the Softest Hands of a Curious Child Where Children can Grow Up To be Happy, Free and Wild Holding Hands as they Wander Through Faraway Lands Eyes open with Wonder At what they don't Understand Why even a Boy has to Act like a Man Be Hale and be Hearty Step Lively, Young Sailor Your next Tour of Duty Could be on a Boston Whaler Wouldn't you rather go Out When the Ides of September Remember With your Soul Bleeding Out Pouring into the River of Forever It's a Courageous Woman Who will Stand beside her Man When Everything that Happens Is part of Somebody Else’s Plan Our Values are Distorted and Misshapen Like Icebergs on the Frozen Fjord Let us then Prepare Ourselves For the Coming of the Lord That's when my loyal friend, JC Said, “Hail to thee, O Wizard of the Sea Raise your Sword in Victory It’s your Word the Fates shall Listen to And let the Sun shine through The Blackest, most Impenetrable Canopy No promise that you will ever be free Son, come and take a walk with me The Tower of London, the HM Prison Maze The British Empire come undone As we all face the end of our days That Civilization can Go Away Like the Blood flowing down the River Thames As readily as we make our way As steadily as we take our aim Our bloodletting skills put theirs to shame Bring us your sunshine End we will turn it into rain May your life be the punchline To a riddle quite insane O'Donnell, O’Coghlan McDonald, McLaughlin Long Live the Republics Of Ireland and Scotland! Thousands upon thousands Of Scotch-Irish Names Are carved into the Stonebridge At O'Neill and Old St. James From the Greenwich Mean Meridian To the North Atlantic Main Strike up the band, my Mariners Because it is Time now for the End Game The main forces are coming in from the south They are mostly scouts and rum runners They'll try to take us down and out But we're taking on all comers We might be heading into winter But it will feel like the dead of Summer It all depends on who you believe And whatever you choose to remember There was a Time when we were Young O, Captain, my Captain and me It was the rise of the tides and the fall of the Sun That kept calling us out to the Sea It seems like the working day was never done There was no time for you or for me But oh, my love, we can be sure We will die upon the sea For the Green and Golden Fields of Heather I would wear Forever Steel and Leather I wore my Citations for Bravery with Honor Till they were Replaced by a Chain and a Collar The Structure of Mayhem Released upon the Masses By the Nobles, the Aristocrats And the Archest of the Ruling Classes There is no Time to Reminisce No Trip down Memory Lane It's Time for us to Finish this As the Fire begins to Rain We Hear strange Children’s Voices Crying As we Look into the Flames We can See their Faces Flying They are a Race without a Name Hall of Mirrors, House of Wax Castle of Horrors, House of Glass Snake Oil Salesman, Medicine Man It's all too Real until you Understand You are the Last Hope of our Beloved Ireland We are the only Highland Brigadiers Who have a Singular Chance to Defend All that's been Taken Away from us From Protestant Ashes to Catholic Dust So, once again, it Comes To Pass When it Comes Down to the Hardest of Cases We're about to Kick some British Ass In the Never-ending War between the Races Einstein said that faith without science Is as blind as it can be Science without faith i without conscience As lame as a one-legged enemy But, when the battle lines are being drawn And all your mates are working strong It might not be too very long Before you reach the shores of Babylon You Dig for something Deep Inside A Word that you just cannot Hide George Custer, Geronimo & Sitting Bull Pamplona, Spain, see the real Bull Run Cannonballs and Gatling Guns 7th Son of the 7th Son Firefalls and Burning Mud The Brits are Drowning in their Blood ‘Tis the Best of Times, the Worst of Times The World has its Masters like St. Valentine What's Mine is Yours, and what's Yours is Mine We find these Shores in the Shadows of our Mind Comes a Time to Cross that Line Now, the Hour has surely Come As we Count our Final Moments In the Shadow of the Gun History might well be Different From the Truth of what we did out there We fought the Fight in staunch Defense Of Knights in Armor and Maidens Fair An Empire as it used to be A Bonfire with your Family Rewarded for your Gallantry A Celebrated Victory This doesn't mean it can't Go Wrong You might have to Sing another Song If you do, I Promise you I’ll be there to Sing Along Meantime, we have much to do It seems like I can look through you The Universe, Reborn, Anew Aries splits your Heart in 2 All around us, Everywhere Spirits Dancing in the air Ursa Minor and the Great Bear Strike them down with room to spare Bite the Bullet if you Dare It isn't like it isn't there It could have come from anywhere Are you really not aware? Do you suffer from cognitive fallacy? Do you Perceive your Fantasy as Reality? Did you receive certain Messages at Coventry? Can you Read the Dark Passages in front of me? Do you Believe what the Press keeps on Telling you On your little 12” Color TV? Are you Bereaved at the Mess they are Selling you? Do you Sit in a Circle in Rapt Attention Just like one, big, happy Family? Are you the Center of your own Creation? Do you keep it all Quiet Or do you make a Sensation? Are you starting a Riot With your Insubordination? Another kind of Invitation Steps up upon the Elizabethan Stage Ladies and Gentlemen, put your Hands Together For our own Prophetic Sage A Wizard with Wisdom for the Ages Our History is Rewritten in Stages More than anything, this is the Real Sport of Kings To be One of the Authors of the Book of all Things Back to the Rages and Ravages of War There are Peace Walls now at Shankill Where there never were Stone Walls before Play all the Dancers right onto the Floor Pray you'll find Answers as you go through the door Or you can be sure we won't see you anymore Be the physician as you search for a cure Make an incision when it's time to explore This surgery will be extremely painful Retrograde Mercury Stark Naked and Shameful His Messages Hidden in Methods Ungainful Transgressions, Dissection Last Bastion, Transcendental Decidedly Unsentimental So Exquisitely Continental The Egyptian Eye of God Triangle The Sigal of Baphomet Pentangle The Masons dislodging a Vehicle That comes from somewhere Extraterrestrial Prepared to do Battle with Alien Invaders Send them all right on back to their rightful Creators A skillfully sequestered strategic battalion Under the Starfield we know as Rapscallion Our secrets revealed by the enemies spies There is blood on our hands And white fire in our eyes Essentially hampered Sabotaged and tampered with Surgical Dilation & Curettage Wharf Rat Senators, Reactionary Arbiters The Catholic Church, Impuritas Another Hit to the Mariner’s Amidships Like Skyrockets at the Mardi Gras Spiraling Sparks, the Milky Way Andromeda, Galactica Triangulum Now, enter the Reticulum From the Constellation Osculum Living Botulinum Toxin A miscreant Compulsion Degenerate, disgusted repulsion Resulting in naught but Revulsion It Pervades all of our Institutions Martial Music, Revolution Guardians and Goddesses Sirens of the 7 Seas From 4 Generations of harsh, angry Seamen Our sons and our daughters, our men and our women The Death of Our Lord & Our Savior Jesus Christ You came to the wrong place if you have to think twice The Road is a Long, Straight and Narrow Highway You must tread lightly, till we all Fly Away That Day comes, and we all Cross the River Diagonal shafts of sun through the shutters Thrust your Excalibur clean up to the hilt Tell me, what are those ladder scars? Are you a cutter? When you live like a gypsy, it's whatever you can wrangle It's not the Tilt of the Kilt, it's the Angle of the Dangle Can you Throw it Down and just Dance like Bojangles? Fractalized Particles, Hexagonal Angles Woman, why is your Hair all Messed Up and in Tangles? Tell me, who is that bear eating all of your honey? Come on over here and I'll show you the money I really don't care, I just think you're funny Your cold, iceberg stare and your bare, naked tummy It's a Royal Affair, and you really look stunning But, you’d better Beware of that Gambit you're Running The British don't Care, because they Own your Mind They moved into your house when you were over the line They unbuttoned her blouse for the very last time And, before you got Home, she was with the Divine Now comes the moment for your sweet revenge You catapult, somersault over the edge You're at St. James Infirmary, hanging on to a Ledge You are still a Gentleman even when you are Dead Even when the Fates are in your Favor It is the State that Decides your Fate You want to try to love your neighbor But it's already too late The Die has been Cast into Fields of Seagrass And, we all know that Heaven Won’t Wait Roll with the Tides splashing up on the Shore Go Deep Inside, way down Under the Floor Listen to the Heartbeat Hear it Marking your Time Feel into the Street Beat This Is not A Chorus Line Our Enemies lie Dead Ahead Our Allies close Behind They pull up Alongside of us On both our Port and Starboard Sides Somehow through a Portal, our Hull begins to Slide A Spiraling Sensation, Disoriented Disassociation The British are emptying all of their guns As though they are trying to put out the Sun It's the Last Time they will Hurt anyone As God is my Witness, I now hereby Declare I shall Commit these Invaders to the Pit down in there Then I’ll Quit what has been a most entangled Love Affair Our Lives have been Mangled Our Ship has been Wrecked Emerald Green or American Spangled It's time for the Irish to teach them respect The Yanks are their Allies Double Agents and Dark Spies Filling the Air with Skullduggerous Lies See where they are when our Cannonball flies The Price of our Fight is that we are now Wise We can see through the Night with the Sun in our Eyes So many have died, so many are gone We bid them goodbye on our long journey home The essence of control is surrender The center of Mercy is tenderness The presence of your soul is living splendor You sense the Divine Mother is your Shepherdess My pop used to say I should be a preacher I answered, how can that be if you are my teacher He said, each one of us has our own cross to bear We have the British and the colors they wear Red, White, blue and gold, a mockery of the colonies they stole Like our Master before us, Venite Adoremus But the bastards abhor us while our children adore us Were you pastor of your children's Chorus You could start a church out in the Forest An everlasting testament To the ever present firmament But, father, I do not believe in God Not the way the modern Christians do It's Ersatz Nietzsche, a Religious Façade A secret society that is hunting for you Pressure mechanics, Piezoelectrics Indentured Satanic Atlantic Dominatrix The Sea is a Woman, the Sun is a Man Their Union is more then a cool One Night Stand Underground Water turns the Land to Quicksand And we go down under to the Dark Shadowlands The conductor now taps his baton for attention As we sail into Babylon for our terminal mission I have come to believe that all property is theft Like so many great thinkers before me I am an Irishman, my life is a quest To eke riches from the bleeding jaws of poverty The sons of bitches have robbed us of everything We are buried in ditches singing God Save the King For a sweet Irish lass and an afternoon fling Lying in the tall grass, we can hear the children sing I cite again The Art of War The Battle outside is Raging “Water shapes its Course According to the Nature Of the Ground Over which it Flows The Soldier works out his Victory in Relation To the Foe that he is Facing” They don't know how we will be Retaliating There is no way to See anything we Recognized before Our Battle Lines have Lifted Off from the Shores of Nevermore The Commanders turn to Face the Crew “This is nothing more than to say thank you And to pray the Lord will see us through When you’ve said and done it all All that's left is I Love You” Commanders, we can hear you But none of us know where you are It's impossible to navigate For we cannot see the stars Our instruments are useless Our efforts all are meaningless Our Hadley's Quadrant has set its own course For the Distant Horizons of Inverness If you could spread your wings and Fly My Love, what would you do? We have Broken Through and still Alive But we don't Know what we Broke Through A Membrane in the Cosmos? The Collective Soul of the Mariners Crew? Will you Live Inside of me? Will I Die Inside of you? Is there still a Place in Heaven That we can call our Home? Will the Milliner Siren Cyrilla Will she Kill you or will she Fulfill you? Will she still Sing from her Mythical Valhalla? Far from the Village, from the Mill on the Hill? Your most Precious Gifts Are your Will and your Skill God only knows as you Close for the Kill The British remember too much about this When they Shattered our Trust, it was done with a Fist They took us to Dinner and they Promised us Bliss In the Dead of the Winter under the cold Moons of Venus We see it all happen in suspended slow motion The Earth and the Sky become part of the Ocean We still can't define this cyclonic motion Spun out in space time with canonic devotion The British Fleet seems to be breaking apart What starts as a Spark Burns into a Quark We all Hear the Song of the Wood Meadowlark Until it went wrong it was good from the start Another Love Song that almost missed its mark We first Made Love down at Riverside Park Now here we are surrounded By salty old sailors and sharks Everywhere we turn to have a look around Things are strangely changing form and shape Fractalized CC, Translucent, like an Aurora Borealis Sundown Before there were so many ships surrounding us Our Paymaster said we would have to wait We expected by now to be engaged Perhaps on the last and final page The tea the cook gave us has got us to humming No Big Book can save us from the Night that is coming My Love, I must say, you look wonderfully stunning Feel the artillery, thunderously gunning It isn't the British, it's the universe hunting We have lived on an island of guilt by accusation Imprisoned without trials by suspected affiliation We’ve now entered a place where no one's ever been Somehow rewarded for our virtue and our sin We don't know if we will see our children ever again We must trust that they're just like us, protected in some way Being subjected to an experience to unite us all at the end of days Farewell to Bloody Sunday And to that lovely Irish Lass The Cosmos now appears to us As if through Shattered Shards of Glass Everything seems to pull apart The Sound of Tearing in the SpaceTime Arc Particles of Matter are what's left of our Good Ship Waterfalls of color as a light comes from the dark Time has now become Meaningless We are Beyond the Borderlands Everything here must serve to Remind us Of the Lord's Tender, Loving Hands There's no telling what will happen But there is nothing in our way We know what we’ve left behind us As our darkest night becomes a brand new day We know our loved ones all will find us We pray we can recognize them When what was 2 turns into 1 When night is over, and day is done We will stand before the Midnight Sun And offer thanks unto the One For the little Pranks and Leprechauns And for, at last, the Silence of the Guns Goodbye for now, my gentle friends We will wait for you at River’s End Don't hesitate, you're at The End May you reap more than you spend And when, at last, we meet again You and I, and our Friend JC With the sirens singing Harmony Together again in Eternity ~ Douglas Matthew Heyes 10.05.2026