Along the avenue of hope The footsteps falter, the fingers grope and days, stretch out, beneath the sun No-one's born, and no-one dies, no-one lives,
Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you 'Cause falling in love just makes me blue, Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to
Oh my dear friend My dear friend Giorgio How has this time Breton Discouraged your liaison with the Eye styled metaphysical Incongruous scenarios
Bent double like old beggars in sacks Knockkneed and cursing or coughing like hags Men marched on sleeping some without boots Fatigue drunken deaf
Science is truth for life Watch religion fall obsolete Science Will be truth for life Technology as nature Science Truth for life In fortran tongue
Honor salute and speak To the corner standing flag Do you remember how the days of school were Indivisible separate worlds Compare contrast These
Lineage closed Dissolved In its birth Tragedy Prelude a balance Is a synergy Of reason Malicious hope As techno atrocities Lapse their effects
like a weasel in the clover tilt, toss, pop, turn over sit down tremble, weave like a moth by flame deceived sit down like a weasel in the clover
Imitate that soured old song there is no individuality only guises shades of nonconformity there is no individuality selling vantage points low
For whom do the bells toll When sentenced to die The stuttering rifles Will stifle the cry The monstrous anger The fear's rapid rattle A desert
Greta's cedar hope chest Is full of pamphlets Glass shelves of romantic vignettes A journal laced with sedimentary prose Norma gathers and collects
in the cruel garrison of affection if worth of lore is true you know the face of a temptress pit viper a witch or enchantress pit viper with
she borders the pavement flanks avenues the parades pass white glove attended by my mother the war she'll raise a shaft lift a banner toss a
Containers change with occasion Cellophane encased Displaying paper Certificate Credit years of service A tool of central enterprises The early hope
There were women holding rosaries On the day Manolete died Teenage girls in soft white dresses Standing silent peace respecting Groups of boys held
There was light and atomic fission Swelling wind Rising ash Tide of Black Rain Cement seared shadow traces Reminiscent of their last commands
the sun must shine Keep hope alive I can see you No matter what the world may say keep hope alive I can feel you No matter what surrounds you keep hope
The words you're about to hear Tell a tale that's all too clear Based on true events This story ends with you We wait for something hopeful If memories
