Michael McGuire God Knows Where
GOD KNOWS WHERE
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
It’s in here somewhere there’s nowhere else it could be, the afterlife is an
afterthought obviously, maybe the world is a ghost that thinks I’m not
real, moving in for the keep or the kill.
Paralyzed with the motion of all I should do, god knows where my life is;
do you?
All the explanations all the why-less whys, mincing heavens rhetoric with
sky-less skies, and all the work that amounts to moving a hole, the flesh
on the machinery that wastes my soul.
Trying to define the colors of this unbelievable blue, god knows where
my life is; do you?
Choices other voices and starless rhythms, wether-less rain and unpacked
meaning, keeps a man in the plot of his place, keeps a man in the eyes of
his face, living in between the grind and the grace.
Framed in the silence of my pointless pain, I am the ambassador of this
reap-less rain, with the answers that no question ever ask, I carry bane
and bulk of this shapeless task.
I have to solve this puzzle without a single clue, god knows where my life
is; do you?
oct 05
