B is for lord of the young gods

(when did I, when did I) become the lord of the young gods (the lord of the young gods).

(when did I, when did I) become the lord of the young gods (the lord of the young gods).

Here’s the difference between me and the Saviour.

I need a saviour, He came to save ya. …

But their intelligence was sorely missing

And now before I hit three and three

I have to grow new bodies.

My disciples?

They’re an eyeful.

Hot young minds, brash tongues with intellectual

PROWESS.

In the right light you might say “goddess”

But the lady doth protest and her brother is completely numb.

So I come, with a new thought.

New thought

New way

New jokes

Same old consequences.

The crowd claps and thanks the Lord while I sigh

“Lord. Aye, Lord…”

(when did I, when did I) become the lord of the young gods (the lord of the young gods).

(when did I, when did I) become the lord of the young gods (the lord of the young gods).

The earth applauds the spark in the eye

But in the same breath, they rush to terrify.

I know. You thought I’d say the other thing

But hear’s the thing: that’s… not my thing.

I’m trying to bring the light

You want to bring the night and INSIST you must be right.

Right.

And I know my logic is flawed

But that still don’t stop them from whispering,

“Oh my god”

My God. My God! I wonder if she thinks I’ve forsaken.

My God. My God! Please tell her that she is mistaken.

I just…

I just know, what I have to do now.

Help them find truth now.

Help them think with a brain now

Not a penis.

And I insist, the gods all need a brain not a penis.

Not so much…

Still… since waters run deep

Why must I be the anomaly?

(when did I, when did I) become the lord of the young gods (the lord of the young gods).

(when did I, when did I) become the lord of the young gods (the lord of the young gods).

Think fast! Past the bleating sheep.

And nothing’s wrong with being shepherded.

Just as long as you know what the shepherd did.

And they don’t.

Now maybe that’s just ego

But I know I left that in the pants downstairs…

…

Really.

When did I become the lord of the young gods

Who gathers round to see if my tongue is wine.

Fine.

Who wants some good news

My views:

I just want the world to think.

Maybe through these ward...

Maybe these wards will fuel that.

With pouty lips

And strong hips

They will get the message out

That I am not the anomaly, I just choose to sound it out.

But in the meantime

In between time

While the task keeps on mounting,

You know, I’m still pondering, wondering really…

(when did I, when did I) become the lord of the young gods (the lord of the young gods).

(when did I, when did I) become the lord of the young gods (the lord of the young gods).

Tracy J Hutchings

© 15/06/13

#lordoftheyounggods this is how we begin.

when it came to me some days ago, i blamed Lupe but it's not him. i think it successfully said what i was dancing around for a great many years.  over the next few days, check back here as the manifesto expands. pax.