by john c sweet
What is GRAND TRUTH!??
The only thing I used to know was grand theft
My ideas were stolen during one too many brawls and
Cracks on my skull
My passion was stolen when all I had left was my hand
And it aint waving goodbye to ya either!
That hand of mine was best at grasping trunks
And twisting necks
The biggest thievery occurred in my sleep
Ooh how I prayed for the big dreamless sleep
Always left counting to 99 in a gasping breathy way
Sitting upright in my dark one room house
I was bent and unbalanced
What of it I am alive
And the dawn was brightened with piercing sunbeams
I rooted around in my pockets for some change
Like the mist on the ground
All of my money has disappeared!
Thieves! Thieves! Leave me be
So I can go to sleep for a 100 years underneath
The bodhi tree
Sipping my curdled milk and tossing rice into the air
At all the people that stop and stare at me
Out on 53rd boulevard
I wish I could gouge out their eyes
Maybe then they can see straight
And ignore me as I try to avoid work of any kind
Cause I told all of my friends that I was gonna be a professional writer
And asked if I could borrow a typewriter
I already had the ribbons stashed in my footlocker
That has seen more miles than a train conductor
Toot toot! What of Grand Truth!
Can I find it on the rails to the west?
Can I find it in the bars where the rednecks in the north
Play 9 ballÂ and call me sissy
Can I find it in New Orleans where allÂ the witches
Ran away from me in fear
And I screamed at them Hey give me back my money!
Iâ€™ll show you a crystal ball right up yer ass!
I know nothing about no grand truth
And I have ridden a 1000 miles on the rails
Drank in every bar
And begged for every drink
Boy do I ever miss it
Someone stole that too
Me here limping along with one shoe
So yea I know nothing about no Grand Truth
But I do know something about
The 8 fold path
Cause I carry that in my pocket
Creased and dirty with my fingers
Memorized into my salty brain
Jumping on one last train to the sky
Cashing in my money
Cashing in my memories
And leaving them all behind for the lot of you