Re: Poetry & Songs, by Charles Carreon
Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 1:39 am
Freedom From Fear
by Charles Carreon
7/12/13
I'm looking for a savage purity,
An individual turn of mind,
Something to bequeath futurity
That everyone would like to find.
Freedom from fear!
How about that?
Freedom from death
By heart attack
Or lack of money
How about that?
That's as real
as a heart attack.
An inner revolution is
What we've got to stage
The Devil's in charge
A complete outrage
We lick his boots
And polish his silver
We stack it up
And hope that some will stick to us
But it never does,
We're always behind,
Fighting to keep up
Till we fall over in the race
You got your heart attack
And your place in the graveyard
For all the good it did
You might have never been born
So you see we're in prison
We gotta break out
Well actually
We gotta break in,
Because the key's inside
If we all just grab it,
Things'll be all right.
You gotta break in
To where you're locked in
Watching television
And drinkin' gin,
With your worries stacked up
And your fears in charge
This is your life.
You're livin' large.
Mean -- while
Your limousine awaits
At the gate
Anytime you want to come
To the party
You won't be late
Too bad
You're lost inside
an illusion.
The truth is a place
You can be
Where things will clear up
Eventually
You just need a little patience
It does take a little time,
But you see it can be done
You can learn to have fun
Being good
by Charles Carreon
7/12/13
I'm looking for a savage purity,
An individual turn of mind,
Something to bequeath futurity
That everyone would like to find.
Freedom from fear!
How about that?
Freedom from death
By heart attack
Or lack of money
How about that?
That's as real
as a heart attack.
An inner revolution is
What we've got to stage
The Devil's in charge
A complete outrage
We lick his boots
And polish his silver
We stack it up
And hope that some will stick to us
But it never does,
We're always behind,
Fighting to keep up
Till we fall over in the race
You got your heart attack
And your place in the graveyard
For all the good it did
You might have never been born
So you see we're in prison
We gotta break out
Well actually
We gotta break in,
Because the key's inside
If we all just grab it,
Things'll be all right.
You gotta break in
To where you're locked in
Watching television
And drinkin' gin,
With your worries stacked up
And your fears in charge
This is your life.
You're livin' large.
Mean -- while
Your limousine awaits
At the gate
Anytime you want to come
To the party
You won't be late
Too bad
You're lost inside
an illusion.
The truth is a place
You can be
Where things will clear up
Eventually
You just need a little patience
It does take a little time,
But you see it can be done
You can learn to have fun
Being good