Father’s Day
“Hey hey there mister brown
What’s that thing you layin’ down
Now don’t suppose we be allowin’
Your sorry artsy ass in town.”
I saw an awful bloody moon
Hanging above the old street
Ain’t that God
He’s passing by in bare feet (in chains)
But you say you never saw this happen
And you’ll keep waiting for the Day to show
Well victory will come overnight, like overnight snow
“What’s that victory you achievin’
Ain’t no snow round here all crisp and even
All we see’s your empty bed
What is you chasin’ in your head?”
Lying under covers. the sleepy-heads curse
This shout that’s ringing across the universe
I have forgotten how to sleep
I’ve got it bad, I’ve got to say
Call it the Insomnia of lovers
Celebrating Father’s Day (O what a Day)
Now I am alive and living
In an ancient Neighborhood
Will you welcome the Home-Boy home
He’s home for good
“What a waste oh mannish boy
You of hasty judgment, boy
Since following that banished Boy
Your own following’s done vanished, boy.”
Every little thing that has ever been
Will be projected on that Judgment screen
Every little thing, on that Judgment screen.
Rap I.
It is Father’s Day and so it begins
Have we got the making's
Break-dances and break-ins
Who awakens to revolutions #9 revelations?
Say: God had Twins
One slain…the Other in chains
Christ by any other Name still wins
Having sugar-shedding lips…a Mind that rips
To slay the devil’s minions
Lay waste the denizens
Of a church-state…has-beens
Medieval hooligans
Reeking of torture Satan grins
In the love-seat of the Ottomans
Old men dream dreams, young men have visions
But on the heads of Bábi pins
Dance 20,000 angels in martyr-skins
On Father’s Day.
Rap II.
It is Father’s Day and so it begins
This Revelation rocks…the Reckoner reckons
On the army getting out while the Armageddon’s good
A rumble in the ‘hood
O Czars and Napoleons…Sultans and Nasir’i-Dins
It’s curtains…twice for the Germans
So the Master beckons to enlightened Americans
Primarily heroines with eyes of Bedouins
Not self-absorbed…not mannequins
Alive with latter-Day passions
Sharper than Saracens,
Crusading knights and paladins
Old men had schemes, the future is women’s
And when God has the ladies in
He hangs with Marthas and Luas; Juliets and Marions.
On Father’s Day
Rap III.
It is Father’s Day and so it begins
You must be aware of their idle contentions
Those dumb-as-a-fence-post-modernist doctrines
The Bang was big…shit happens
Nietzsche notwithstanding, you can’t call them orphans
These humanists having a form of godliness but denying the origins
Having the habit but not the fixin’s
It wasn’t San Andrea’s fault, it wasn’t Nixon’s
The joke was not on Rowan and Martin’s ‘Laugh-Ins’
The Age of Aquarius got precarious, the Hippie vicarious
Unbecoming be-ins, narcissistic love-ins
Sacrificing virgins
Those young girls coming to the canyons
Deflowered children can’t find their way back to the Garden
Say: Revelation is like pollen…it’s nothing to sneeze at
Everybody sees that
The stars keep falling,
The peace-train keeps stalling
Chasing after the gold-rush down that slippery slope
So much for sex ’n’ rock ’n’ roll ’n’ dope
I’m fed up with slogans
Remember what the dormouse said: ‘Feed your noggins’
Changing Babylon from within just increased the number of Babylonians
You could have been beacons
It’s the Spirit that quickens
As the Doomsday clock takes a lickin’, keeps on tickin’
Slamming the Doors of perception
The Wood-Stock-Market opens
Turning boomers to consumers
Better-late-than-never bloomers
Let the Calf fatten
You can take Manhattan
I can barely take down what my head imagines
It got me consigned to writing in the margins
Not bowing and scraping to public opinions
As Satan sharpens the finger of scorn
Waving a page he’s torn
From the ‘New Libertarian Book of Proscriptions’
It don’t allow for no artsy .. $^*&#*{@~% Bahá’í musicians!
(I digress)
Suffice it to say it is Father’s Day
A Day that illumines
What will save the humans
A tottering civilization’s last refuge
From a fiery deluge
On the Holy Israeli mountain
There sails an Ark, my friends
The Throne that God ascends
On Father’s Day
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