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Dry Bones


I'm on a landmine, ready to detonate,
I need a lifeline out of here.
I need a fast-food in and out Messiah,
A religion insincere.
I need to claim my justifications,
I'm coveting the Midas touch.
And don't ask me what I need
Because I need too much.

I need a catch-phrase, I need a doll’s face,
The narcotic of slumber-lies.
A slick skin, a smoke screen,
Piety with compromise.
Don’t want to know you, can't you see I’m “Alpha” -
Got a sign upon the bathroom door.
And don't ask me what I need 
Because I need - sole control.

CHORUS

Someone, throw me a line, I'm sinking.
Falling through the Swiss-cheese holes of my thinking.
Right now, the going’s getting rough.
Hide and seek is not enough - oh no!
Dry bones...
Don't just go for the silver lining,
It ain’t gold just because it’s shining,
It ain't faith just because it’s born of grace.
Your life should be in the making,
His heart is out for the ones whose hearts are breaking
To seek His face!

Cast your bread upon the water,
It will return back to you.
Cast your cares upon your Creator -
I always wanted to.
But saying all the right things, Christian,
Isn’t giving Him the whole of you.
Those cherished inner visions
Have to be given over too.

I live between neutral lines,
Ambivalent and chaste.
Learning not to ask too many questions
Shows a refined sense of taste.
But last night images of fortunes
Suffocated all my prayers;
Gave me strange double vision -
Triangular love affairs.

CHORUS

Someone, throw me a line, I'm sinking.
Falling through the Swiss-cheese holes of my thinking.
Right now, the going’s getting rough.
Hide and seek is not enough - oh no!
Dry bones...
Don't just go for the silver lining,
It ain’t gold just because it’s shining,
It ain't faith just because it’s born of grace.
Your life should be in the making,
His heart is out for the ones whose hearts are breaking
To seek His face!

I abide in myself, in me I abide,
Nobody lays their claim on me.
Give me a late shift, a spiritual placebo,
Give me a package-tour eternity.
Need to fly to a southern climate,
Screening out the U.V. rays.
Screening out the ‘duty’ -
Back to childhood ways.

CHORUS - Someone throw me a line etc.

I'm in a fix, I'm in a rut, I am in a muddle,
I’m a wide-girl that’s grown a little thin.
My tricks no longer get me out of trouble -
Does my Father see the state I'm in?
It’s not nice running hot and cold,
Just coveting the Midas touch.
Expecting less than nothing
‘Cause we need - too much.

Don't just go for the silver lining, etc.

©1997 Marianne Velvart



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