SILVER TONGUED JOE - Harvey/Fowler

Feeling scattered - splintered & weak
Crawling to the sun - through pockets of despair
So easy to give way to my inner hysteria - masked by my outer calm

Cold - as icy bullets from your gun -
You hold my spirit in your icy fingertips
You lock me in your grip - till my composure slips
As your staring in my trips

You're inner child just sits and stares
Behind inner prison walls that tell no verbal tales
But emotions dance around your bed of nails
That would impale me - I watch my life force writhing down my crotch
Hero to some - master to none - inside so perfect - outside running to keep pace
Only the ego keeps me in the race - see the face of death through windows of remorse & fright

Silver tongued Joe - where did you go
So full of your feelings of clever - you thought surely it would last forever
Silver tongued Joe - now you've crossed your Alamo
Things are getting better - your guns are down
As you hug & kiss the ground - learn its value

Before you're raped beneath the wind - sodomized by your own fear
Back in low - starting over - starting slow - now - Silver Tongued Joe
Right past the rotting picket fence - with fire flies that glow -
And a wind that just won't blow - till the river learns to flow
When you walk in shadow - you see your grave stone glitter
Sadly in a moonlight sliver - you died in the year 2000
I stood & saw you go - My silver tongued Joe