The Hanged Man (V.1 - Extempore)

I grew up thinking I was free

But life sets snares so subtly

That every day along the way

I fill some gaoler's vacancy.

My mother says I'll die in vain,

And on the streets I'll live again.

She says I spill until it's gone

To find my well-earnedurned overdrawn.

So come on people, sway with me!

Are we not hanging from a tree?

This gibbet grows into the sky.

I know my mother's lullaby.

Are you not swinging with the tide?

Do you now show? Do you now hide?

The sea's sequential, don't you see?

I'm swinging from the hanging tree.

But as I'm hanging by my foot

I am alive, and this is good!

You think my world is upsidedown,

But still the sun and moon are round.

She dressed and wore her feelings to the hilt.

You knew it felt like silk

That lay beneath her naked bum

And spread all the live long day.

We swung, we swayed, the pelvis it obeyed,

We dug towards an early grave.

If only by the thimbleful

I gave you my very soul.

A heavy load and truly, truly, truly,

The seed has overflown the bowl!

She stooped and plucked a single seed

And put in her pocket then.

I shall go and plant it in the hay,

And plant it in the hay.

And when that grain had grown quite tall,

Yeah, yeah, shoulder to a man,

He has took a galleon on the sea,

A galley on to Galilee.

And there he found growing from the ground

An angel of herbs and spice.

And she was such that he was offered much.

That he was offered much!

But he could not, should not, would not part with her.

Nay, nay, she was just too nice!

Would you ignore your feelings like a whore?

Your feeling's like a whore?

And oceans roar from shore to shore

When we pass it to and fro.

My iris grew, and yes, my pupils do.

She takes me to the door!

A few good guys who can play it right.

Doo doo rock rock shake it up shake it up.

A few good guys who can play it right!

Doo doo rock rock shake it up shake it up!