Of Silence - Times Neue Roman
Composed by：Robert Bolton/Alexander Punzalan Junior
Silence
Now you may not see the use in this
Being just for being
There is a certain truth in this
I solemnly swear on my mom
My song will nay
My psalm will pray
My palms will stay pressed on
Kneel straight to the hills and caves of the gods
Their grace in my arms
To the poet to the speaker
Through the form and the metre
Through the speakers through the woofers and tweeters
The turntable might wobble or teeter
It won't falter
Remain still
As the prophets have taught us
Not the apostles you thought of like Mathew John Paul or Peter
From who we heard we won't find peace on earth
At least 'til the lama lie down with the cheetah
As they want us to believe it they need us to
Indeed to keep a destiny we don't author
But honest I think I can I think like Thomas the train
I stay on it The little legend that could
With an engine like a 757 jet-setting like I should
To all continents
Seek the shaman and the priestess
The Brahman and the preacher
The scholar and the teacher
For the drama and the theatre
Built a stage of same bark that birthed Adonis
Stepped on it and saw my self
On the path that would pain me the most
'Til I fade to a ghost–acknowledged I walk in silence
The angel flying by your awkward pause
Is the artful dodger with an honest 'cause
Leave the scene of the crime screaming f**k Johnny Law
Forward to the left like the knight upon the chess board
The art of war is a part of rob
I paint a picture out of words I can hardly draw
If I ever had writers block I carved a statue of it
It's my vision so you have to love it
Now you can hear my kingdom coming
Like the drumming of the timpani
Where they blasting trumpets for the king in me
That they would ask I plummet it sickens me
To the back of my stomach right where the liquor be
Inspired 'til I expire where I reside at
I'm in the time in between 2 high hats
In that silence I dwell in it I'll die in it
Rebel in it revolt in it and ride for it
It's ever so essential a symbol
Between two cymbals Them-two I
Tremble in limbo dependant on the tempo
Living in the liminal realm held in an interlude
Moving at the helm
Beyond the few stories that we retell
In a land of glory and retail
There lies a silence where I rebel
It's the it's the last thing not for sale
Silence
Beyond the few stories that we retell
In a land of glory and retail
There lies a silence where I rebel
It's the it's the last thing not for sale
Silence
In silence I rebel
That's left that's not for sale
In that silence I rebel
That's left that's not for sale
Beyond the few stories that we retell
In a land of glory and retail
There lies a silence where I rebel
It's the it's the last thing not for sale
In silence I rebel
It's all that's left that's not for sale
In that silence I rebel
It's all that's left that's not for sale
Somewhere between
Above and below
