tim- guitar
dan- rap
another take on "the road to emmaus"
6/7/03
an alternative combination of hip hop & acoustic rock
rising seven aka broken strings
tim- guitar, vocals
dan- rap, vocals
kip- percussion, bongos
paul d- guitar
paul f- bass guitar
neil- lead guitar
hank- guitar
Lyrics
i walk into the cemetery of purpose, and stand upon my restless grave of innocence,
as lost souls hover above me, smirking, they watch as my naïve curiosity’s diminishing.
i mean, i was the minister blessing lucifer at evil’s baptism, creating satan’s divinity,
i was the one bathing virginity’s feet in holy water for the selfish sake of escaping infinity.
i was the one dancing with destiny in the ballroom of serendipity.
i was the one dressed as the one. i was the fucking hypocrite.
and so, trickles of contradiction slither through my mind, paralyzing all premonition, and i slowly begin to slip.
the somber sap of sobriety finds its way through the branches of august’s grievance, paralyzing all reason.
autumn returns for the four point six billionth time, yet another senseless season.
and i have somehow intertwined the likes of my mind within the vines of possibility,
so i wander within the orchard of obedience, and find myself stomping green grapes of civility.
creating the amber wine of instance, a toast to delicacy.
i drink up, and prepare for a long journey.
i walk the road to emmaus with nothing but the blood of jesus within me, and this backpack of sensitivity.
jesus christ, forgive me.
please, jesus, forgive me.
i hear the echoing sounds of chastity’s symphony still playing somewhere off in the distance.
audacity leaves a wrinkle in the timid waters of modesty, morbid are the 6 a.m. ripples of insolence.
and while the doctors slowly disengage my prescription to integrity, they realize that side effects may include slight loss of fidelity.
slight loss of confidence, slight loss of prominence,
slight loss of this, slight loss of that,
fuck that.
i just wanted to clarify it was the devil’s stigmata that put the angel gabriel to sleep,
not my visit to the shrine of satan, not because time was waiting, but because i played the shepherd, and lost my virtual sheep.
on the other hand, however, i would also like to clarify, it was, in fact, me humming the melody to angel gabriel’s requiem.
last i checked, the ambient meadow of love at first site was smothered in a must of pandemonium.
the valley of emptiness sang a song of sorrow; tempting was impurity’s melody.
wrong today, wrong tomorrow, they all watch, as i let fury embellish me.
but, on the bright side, i sculpted inspiration out of a crumpled piece of paper and a crash test dummy.
ain’t shit funny.
ain’t shit funny.
