Michael McGuire Hunters Tune
HUNTERS TUNE
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
I was born last night under a virgin moon, I’m the hunted heart I sing a
hunters tune, I move my hand thru a rainbows arc, I move thru the
morning before the lark, night of wonder, and morning glory, that’s
my way, that’s my story, as the sleepers dream I make my art, my head
tells me to have a heart, a rose in bloom does not compare, with her
sculpted body her midnight hair.
The woes of the world are not my wine, what this is is what I’m not,
take what you believe is yours leave what is mine, I just want my life
it’s all I’ve got.
Portentous whispers on a desolate wind, the bones of time will break
not bend, if you look deep into beauty’s face, you’ll see her awkward
moves are what lend her grace, I take her wine, I drink deep and long,
it makes me holy, it makes me strong, I lose my way to her faultless
lead, when she cuts my soul I just let it bleed, I take my name to the
killing stone, I cast my knowledge to the great unknown.
The woes of the world are not my wine, what this is is what I’m not,
take what you believe is yours leave what is mine, I just want my life
it’s all I’ve got.
Secret sleepers in dreamers breath, walk the worlds of life and death,
she lays down the weary stars the rested souls, the sun shines mercy
the river rolls, I turn inside, I turn to her, what I will be, is what we
were, she moves in fields of an inner landscape, I move thru forms and
spirits I follow her shape, my lover tries to tempt my sight, I look back
into the darkness then I turn to the light.
The woes of the world are not my wine, what this is is what I’m not,
take what you believe is yours leave what is mine, I just want my life
it’s all I’ve got.
july 90
