Gaia Consort Every Sacred Thing
Flash of the breast on the big screen, But no
penetration or spark
Cut the claw from the tiger, de-fang the cobra so we
can feel safe in the dark
Big money makes the decisions, big money owns all the
gods
And I can't help but laugh at the puzzled expression
when i say I won't give to the cause.
Is it any wonder that our spirits cry - Is it wonder
something inside us dies,
when we sanitize every sacred thing?
Paved over meadows for strip malls, or misguided
notions of bliss
And I point to the universe shaking their shoulders,
saying "How can you need more than this?"
Five thousand years of repression, five thousand years
of the lie
And I can't help but hoping as I'm watching the
changes, that maybe we're watching it die
Maybe a storm cloud is coming or maybe it's just a soft
rain
and I don't have the answers but every bone in my body
is laughing or crying or screaming for change!
Is it any wonder that our spirits cry
Is it wonder – when we sanitize
Every sacred thing
