Lily Brick

Well I knew it when I seen her in her Chinese shoes
Well I knew it when she bared her teeth at me
I saved up for a pistol, well I saved a thousand cans
Give 'em back, they give a thousand nickels to me, yeah

And if I died and went to heaven
Would Saint Augustine be praying for me? Singing
I shot Lily Brick down, yeah
I shot Lily Brick down, yeah

They say my eyes were full of spirals, don't remember it myself
Say I shot her down just to watch her die
I say that I was cornered, well I defended myself
I say the world was sick with sorrow and it cracked along the line

And if I died and went to heaven

Would Saint Augustine be praying for me? Singing
Yippee-kai-yai-yai-kai-yay, no no no
I shot Lily Brick down
Yippee-kai-yai-yai-kai-yay, no no no
I shot Lily Brick down

And I said the photographs were empty
I say I loved her 'til I found out she could talk
And I say the footage from the cameras in the bank are full of lies
I say the fingerprints are not mine
I say that I was cornered, well I defended myself
And I say the world was sick with sorrow and it cracked along the line

And if I died and went to heaven
Would Saint Augustine be praying for me? Now

Hey man
What are you saying down there?
Hey, hey, hey

What you got in that bag, man?
What you say you got?

Oh, I don't believe you
No I don't believe you
No I don't believe you
No I don't believe you

Born Completely

Escape clause in visual patterns
Breakbeat alpha circles
Like rings on Saturn
This is my last life lesson of crash & burn
Found a place to carve out space
For glorious returns
Sailing 8th note winds at 4 knots
Take a hammer to a clock to make beats drop
When I finally step up, drinking honor from a cup
There will be no question I step well
I speak like college degrees
You only mimic kid's Speak & Spell
I'm hanging treble clef on the wall
Nailing it down so my notes won't fall
End up shattering on the floor
Leaving shards by the door

I'm watching father figures
Pushing innocent souls in shopping carts
I'm watching manipulative men
Trying to steal women's hearts
I'm watching anarchists
As they try to tear the world apart
I look down, close my eyes
Let my thought flow start
It tells me every single soul has wisdom to impart
Shut off your brain
Watch emotions like clouds
They'll drop truth like rain
Let it wash away the lies, let it wash away the pain
That's all it takes to rise above duality
Just a single glimpse of truth
And the desire to be free
No need to look for fulfillment
We're already whole, born completely
Don't swallow your feelings
Just be honest in your deaings
Day to day encounters offer chances to bloom
Let your beauty fill the room
You have no idea how precious you are
Because you don't see what I saw
In you from the start

(© 2011 Rev Bob Fiedler)

Rolemodel

Like all good things must come to an end
Trying to rhyme this deep gives whack emcee's the bends
I'll be the catalyst to disrupt people's plastered posture
When my beats give birth that the cadence will foster
Lost your self-worth vision of lyrical hope
I'm that cat who drops lines like Somoans on tightropes
Hold nuts like padded rooms
When were done you'll plead insanity
Just cause I stand over you don't mean you understand me
I'll push the limit of delta brainwave levels
And find peace of mind as the bass meets the treble
Rebel yells that freedom held
Will be the cause of lies disspelled
And in that place where my face
Finds composure at a steady pace
I will stand tall and use truth
To make your walls fall, crumbiling down
And bring your emotions home
To your lonely heart's ghost town
Let yourself get swept up in the zeitgeist
Believing you could buy peace if the price was right
But little sister, you dress up your dreams
With trash-strewn litter
All the while you filter versatile backdrops
Of sunshine and glitter
Super-impose your misguided belief in gideon
Your logic traffic is flowing the wrong side of the median
Still I'm feeding you my list of every emphatic reason
You're my souls guiding beacon
You overtake claptrap epoxy bonded logic
Turning every one of my caustic clauses coptic
Rearranging my brainwave synoptics
Optic illusion is the only happiness you feel
Your welcome to join me, and touch what's real

(© 2011 Rev Bob Fiedler)

Blind Device

I'm that cat who struggles weak
Sleep meek and revolve my life around defeat
See me step out of my musical 6-foot pine box
I hear knocks from thoughts trapped in panic boxes
The clock stopped-
Wanted to know what a clock says
It's like the bleeding ticks inside my head
Looking for a train on the wrong side of this track
Called you darling on the message,
But you never called back
Still my hope provides the scope
To find an open door
Even if that means punching holes in the floor
To collect this carbon static that makes me what you see
But vision is confinement, while sound sets free
So I'll no longer stop to smell the roses
I'd rather listen for nature
And the truth that she poses
Exposes my disregard, for a life spent
As a passenger in your car
I'll be the break-bread, gypsy breed, elite star
Born from terrible tempers and pteradactyl tactics
Giving plasma to the microphone
Step on stage doing backflips
Sandbags and pulleys have been my iron curtain
But I don't belong backstage
You better be certain
Jerking open cans of crafty demeanor
Living through stain-glass, pill bottles & teeners
But you'll nevr see me peel back the caucus
Or the heart's chamber insanity
I just keep living through building
Let you settle into vanity
While you keep asking me if I seen your lost passion
I told you how I stole it and divy it out in rations
So come quick, click the photographs of death's design
While you keep denying truth any access to your mind
I'll still be here building when you finally know my name
Rolling the dice and firing twice
Taking aim at anti-fame

(© copyright 2011 Bob Fiedler)

Hope Folds

I'm grasping at the telltale signs

Of complete and utter disregard for my own existence

Swimming in the stale bathwater of hopelessness

And residual mercury poisoning from all my failed attempts

At life affirming alchemy

Only speak about myself in past tense

Trying to move beyond the archetypal daily grind

Every time I gain in life, I lose my mind

Wondering if I asked politely,

Would St. Augustine be praying for me

If I reach a day when the world I envision

No longer looks pear-shaped, and sorely mistaken

No more misguided hopes paper-clipped to paper airplanes

Launched from a hanger I squat inside

I will summon tremendous grace at the altar of convex truth

And say every day, praying in the rain

And every prayer that managed to rise above the bombarding raindrops

To leave Earth for somewhere to be tallied, annotated & filed into the gothic remains of Metatron's akashik records was a moment well spent

But for now I fold hope neatly in my pocket for another day

Copyright © 2011 Rev. Bob Fiedler

People Camp

It's a shame the way it had to  end
wicked thoughts and tongues that bend
your words hurt, though they're not particular
Commit drive-bys though they're not vehicular
Elevate the data you've associated
Rebuke the message that you've advocated
Sun's falling - Your stalling
Your the best & I'm appalling
Hand down promotions from your Ikea office
When a cog doesn't fit you'd better toss it, toss it
Shout all day about freedom & equality
But when push comes to shove
Those aren't your qualities
Make sure the chosen ones hear your candor
When you speak of the meek it's habitual slander
The truth is you never gave me a chance
I spent a decade trying to advance
But when liberals engender a sense that they're superior
Your speeches on free love are laughably inferior
So call me back when your free of this judgement
My name is mud, and I'll no longer trudge it
Ridiculous sun setting view of societies
Do nothing except to engender your piety
So when I choose to leave you can say I was cut loose
But honestly all I wanted to say was 'fuck you'

Copyright © 2011 Rev. Bob Fiedler

Correlated Algorithms & Other Happenstance

I try to fixate on the mathematics
That lie beyond the fresh fields of sine waves
That take up flight in the space between
The molecules that are the atoms
That are my Hippocampus
Feel your exquisite lack of pleasure
Burn deep inside the convex canvas
Of this Hypothalmus beta campus
I keep track of the years
By counting the rings on my sawed-off dreams
And your pheromones swim upstream
To spawn with my imaginary relationships
I'm your gypsy-
Swimming in anxiety's stain glass suicide
Stealing sideways glances
Like a love-lost Matterhorn
All my peaks are really just tall valleys
Is it crazy to believe
I'm not up my own alley?
Like the air of love's frostbite corporate
I'll meet the matters and let my meals
Bless the unfortunate
Sort out the sordid proportions
That become the propensity
Of my parent's first-born orphan

(© copyright 2011 Bob Fiedler)

Fellowes Confidential

Through the basement muck bravado
Half my tendencies eclipsed
Leeching saucers fly like airplanes
By my self-inflated wrist
Let the bass slide back
Bend the airwaves on pick-up attack
Drop in place & let my name swing
You take center and I'll be the right wing
Climb up and away like limestone caves
When I have no home, I just sleep in graves
Canisters jumping rabbits in a pop-lock
Set lights to peek through like toes in torn socks
Bevel in the basement's holy box
Caveman clips true to Mesozoic
Standing orders grip tall & stoic
My notes will drip through
The cracks in the floor
Music non-sequitur
Take the medication for
Every things gone wrong it seems
Turns the world into rainbow dreams
Screams seep through the gliding box
Try to swim with pockets full of rocks
Take note as I melt truth to a hammer
Each note I sing to the slammer
Thats why I walk with country grammar
Always fly through my home town
Woeful gravity - Don't come around
Segregated thoughts are dangerous
I guess that's why they think for all of us