Scarecrows

There’s a tangle of strings in my eyes (I'm so close to the music)

There’s a mangle in my brain

There’s a torch in my heart, drives me insane.

Anarchic, Titan words are forming

Swirling wild seas of pain

I'm allergic to each and every morning (still writing like a night-demon at 4am)

Writing the song of my life, inching forward

A chaos of words, too fast, too loose

These are the days of my scarecrow ways

My version of the blues.

I’m every man, woman and child on the planet

Unique in my own tragedy

Dark strings play low, assisting the mood of futility.

Oh, oh, oh, oh

What are we doing here?

Stranded on this lost and lonely sphere?

Where every notion fails

Are we only dust upon the scales?

They scream in my ears, selling plastic culture

The world knows I'm not it’s own

They’re selling the earth to the highest bidder

All magpies and megaphones.

A scarecrow child I've been christened

No scope for sister-affinity

I’d tear out my heart if you listened

Share the burden of my humanity.

They’re writing the words of our lives, inching forward

A chaos of words, too fast, too loose

These are the days of our scarecrow ways

Our history of the blues.

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