Saints Before Hollywood
Before Hollywood before Babylon and Babel
On a desert isle I was sitting at a table
Reading into the absurd
some of us never learn
In the struggle to survive
Something must Die...
On a foreign shore
In the shadow of a cathedral
With a cripple's eye
I stole manna from the temple
In a cinematic dream
somebody lent to me
I began to realise
Something must die
So who am I and do I make a difference
Does life go on and on and is there any answer
In a tenement electric luxuries of silence
Of the human mind and all it's evolution
Is this perverse
And does it really hurt
In the struggle to survive
Something must die......
So who am I and do I make a difference
Does life go on and on and is there any answer?
