B is for Lyre [the devil is a...]

i wrote this last year. though the feeling has passed from me...

oh hell, i thought about dumping it, i thought about re-editing but jeez.. it's gone. still what is left is this. so enjoy the devil... is a lyre. pax tracy j h

The devil is a lyre.

Feel good music.

Close your eyes and follow the pied piper.

The devil is a damn lyre.

On the count three, breathe deeply

Your soul’s in need of thee.

Wait a minute!

Forget the seconds

Your eye’s too big for your stomach

Full of lies.

Your stomach’s full of lies that he told ya.

Walk it off, walk it off foot soldier.

The devil is a lyre

Softly sweetly playing that depressing tune

The one we love while we lick these wounds

The devil is a lyre.

Eager fingers pull strings trying to find their voice over a tight beat.

Still got played.

Gold shining

Recently sprayed

Hides the rust and tetanus… from us.

So we play on. Players.

Instruments of destruction

Play on. Player

Faces die from malnutrition but don’t stop the music.

Still your nerves. Take a drink

Still more needs to be played

The truth is in the chords.

Oh God, the cords…

Too cold here.

A little music? By the fire?

The devil is a lyre

December 15th, 2010

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