Prophets’ Blues

Notes: People who understand the complexities of life can sometimes feel frustrated when they try to teach them to those who are not aware, and the teachings are sometimes misunderstood.

In the beginning, there was the end

In the end, there will be a beginning

Infinite times for infinite creatures

While men of mud and blood

Yearn to produce double features

We have seen what you want to see

We have been where you want to go

We have done what you want to do

Come on, we’ll show you

We love you

The end

We know it all before we’re born

Aliens into this world are thrown

Who what where why and when

Forgot all that we knew back then

Wander helpless wilderness

Seasons come: Birth, sex and death

Lost and hungry, dark, alone

Need a way to get back home

Need a way to get back home

We ask and seek, receive we do

Pray for ourselves and then for you

No earthly lode we will behold

Treasure has no silver, gold

Reflections in your mirror are not

Perfect pictures of the life you’ve got

Clean your windows; open your doors

You think you see, but there’s so much more

You think you see, but there’s so much more

 

I’m not trying to tell you how it’s gonna be

We just see

And we have been free

I’m not trying to tell you how you’re gonna see

But you can be we

And we all can be free

Yeh, we all can be free

What grand bard will perch us on his knee

And gently tell us what it means?

Even the colorblind can see the shape of things to come

He who prophesies is greater than he who speaks in tongues

He who prophesies is greater than he who speaks in tongues

The quest is the best (x2)

To strive and struggle and absorb old friends

To face winter without chagrin

To be reborn and start again

I strip prideless on the altar of sin

I know of no other way to get in

Are you prepared to feel this way:

More intense than any other day?

The time to act is drawing near

Will you listen? Can you hear?

Will you look and can you see

The freedom found in our dreams?

Will you even heed the news?

Punch-drunk daddy’s got the prophet’s blues

Yes he does! He’s got the blues!

Shed your shackles, break your chains

Embedded deep within your brains

How many judges will you please

Following the Pharisees?

Flesh and bone must surely die

Spirit souls survive, we cry

Unknown tongues, they’re bound to fade

But love will never masquerade

Love will never masquerade

 

I’m not trying to tell you how it’s gonna be

We just see

And we have been free

I’m not trying to tell you how you’re gonna see

But you can be we

And we all can be free

Yeh, we all can be free

There’s only one thing I want to see

There’s only one thing I’m interested in

I’m talking about love (x3)

Can’t you see our love’s in jeopardy?

Have you heard the word?

White blind light flashes inside eyelids closed to sight

Thank you

Your home is still there

Wake up

Call on us

We will guide you

We will keep you safe

Be adventurous and unreligious

We will tell you great things that you didn’t know.

We love you

This is infinity; it means everything

By Paul J. Hoffman

9/3/2015

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