wake up dead man

illuminating lazarus

shake and turn the infirmaries

pop gun medicatrix kill or cure

wake, glass eyed sleeper

the bereaved are all

the phosphorescent thinkers

banging out parts of prayers in the half-light

be thou shine

behind the vision

be Thou

beggars with bread.

we ask to receive from worn out knees.
think we need more to only believe.
asleep in the light of the Majesty.
about us.
its all around. us.
one.
get up.
off your knees.
or the rocks and the trees
will speak.
we ask to receive from idols and thieves.
then think our complaints are a tribute to Thee.
amongst so many that continue to bleed.
about Love.
its all we Have. Love.
give.
give it away.
or the rocks and the trees
will cry out.
as we go on washing our own hands and feet.
i know that there is work to complete.
beggars with bread for the rest of the fleet.
please.
im up off my knees.
show me how.
to sing.

Mercy

the quality of Mercy is not strained. it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath. it is twice blest: it blesseth him that gives and him that takes. tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes the throned monarch better than his crown. his scepter shows the force of temporal power, the attribute to awe and majesty, wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings. BUT MERCY IS ABOVE THIS SCEPTERED SWAY; it is enthroned in the hearts of kings; it is an attribute to God Himself; and earthly power doth then show like God's when Mercy seasons justice.

-Shakespeare-

Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses

You're dangerous 'cause you're honest
You're dangerous, you don't know what you want
Well you left my heart
empty as a vacant lot
For any spirit to haunt

You're an accident waiting to happen
You're a piece of glass left in a beach
Well you tell me things I know you're not supposed to
Then you leave me just out of reach

Who's gonna ride your wild horses
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea
Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee

Well you stole it 'cause I needed the cash
And you killed it 'cause I wanted revenge
Well you lied to me 'cause I asked you to
Baby, can we still be friends

Who's gonna ride your wild horses
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea
Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee

Oh, the deeper I spin
Oh, the hunter will sin for your ivory skin
Took a drive in the dirty rain
To a place where the wind calls your name
Under the trees the river laughing at you and me
Hallelujah, heaven's white rose
The doors you open
I just can't close

Don't turn around, don't turn around again
Don't turn around, your gypsy heart
Don't turn around, don't turn around again
Don't turn around, and don't look back
Come on now Love, don't you look back

Who's gonna ride your wild horses
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea
Who's gonna taste your salt water kisses
Who's gonna take the place of me

Who's gonna ride your wild horses
Who's gonna tame the heart of thee

-Achtung Baby-