From the recording Paradise
Lyrics
A cup you can’t put down
A spoon without a handle
The napkin’s on the floor
I see a greasy pant leg
I hear a lion’s roar
His face was in sun
An angel in an apron
He asked me what I want
His foot was wet somehow
And I bow to
summon his suggestion.
Writing nothing down
With an open hand
He’s feeding me the menu:
“Just take the scroll and eat it
I will guarantee it’s
Honey on your tongue
And sour in an hour
There should be no delay
Now make a happy plate
Pay your bill and beat it”
Why is it me who gets to taste the face of freedom?
What am I gonna do with it?
Where’s my Revelation?
Here the plate comes!! *Crescendo *
Sorry to interrupt
We have a little problem
The chef has made too much
I hope you’re really hungry
Here let me top you up
Then through the double doors
Of its own volition
And endless spool of ribbon
Slithered from the kitchen
Straight on to my tongue
I need power to devour
I’m on my hands and knees
Signing the receipt
Why is it me who gets to taste the face of freedom?
What am I gonna do with it?
Why is it me who gets to taste the face of freedom?
What am I gonna do with it?
Where’s my revelation?
Here the TRUTH COMES
“I Can’t Breathe”
“No more pigs in our community”
“We the People are calling for a new America!”
“Justice Now!”