Vocals and guitar:
Piano instrument:
Guitar instrument:
His ascension
That would be me, still recovering
the person that i’m meant
to be; steady, now, in the
quick time—loco in
the brain: a woman will come
upon ascension, do tell,
Romeo, if this is rock and roll
Not quite, sister, unless
you ask me, and, as an
adult, the mountain will rise
facetious friend, talking trash
look alive, partner, we’re
going to crash—and all
of this will mean nothing
unless, i guess, you’re going
somewhere, and, if that’s
the case, count me in:
Onward, then, I embody
the fifth dimension,
restless as a hen
with it’s head twisted off
running round like i
used to do—looking for
answers, clue me in
a woman will come after
the ascension, and, when
she does—we move
diagonally: shot down
from a tree—just my partner
and me; the president,
then, is at hand
In the quick time, double
the fun; my entire
life would come undone
but that’s just me, scared
of Him, the man I
want to be—the man
in slow motion—the levy
broke, back then—
his hurricane
came crashing in
He left a vacuum in his wake
I got sucked into it,
double thrust,
greatness is a must, when,
that is, you aim to
change the world
So be easy, young man,
your time will come:
think of your family,
and His ascension