I dedicate this song to all my atheist and agnostic friends, to my friends who like guns and to all the "unsung western heroes" out there.
"Hymn 43"
Oh father high in heaven -- smile down upon your son
who's busy with his money games -- his women and his gun.
Oh Jesus save me!
And the unsung Western hero killed an Indian or three
and made his name in Hollywood
to set the white man free.
Oh Jesus save me!
If Jesus saves -- well, He'd better save Himself
from the gory glory seekers who use His name in death.
Oh Jesus save me!
I saw him in the city and on the mountains of the moon --
His cross was rather bloody --
He could hardly roll His stone.
Oh Jesus save me!
This one I dedicate to anyone who's been down and out and found a way to "paddle right out of the mess."
"Slipstream"
Well the lush separation unfolds you
--and the products of wealth
push you along on the bow wave
of the spiritless undying selves.
And you press on God's waiter your last dime
--as he hands you the bill.
And you spin in the slipstream
--timeless -- unreasoning
--paddle right out of the mess.
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