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While I await judgement on my judgement appeal to judgement... This is another song I wrote that I can't sing to you here.


Zacchaeus

We recall how back after Yasgur's farm
A malicious rumor was spread
Sayin' love had failed and to our alarm
Claimin' all the hippies was dead.

So we tried to die, but it didn't take hold
As we watched your struggles for bread
Yeah, you sold your soul now you're growin' old
But you can't fight wrinkles with meds.

..
Zacchaeus, Zacchaeus, please come down
From atop your sycamore tree
Make haste, Zacchaeus, save our town
You've a lot more money than we.
..

If you'd see yourself just as we see you
It could be you'd see what we feel
You're a large indifferent hob-nailed boot
Crushin' poor folk under your heel.

Yeah, you take it all, you call it success
Then you thank the Lord you're not us
Will ya think you're safe with all you possess
Lyin' cankered, riddled with rust.

..
Lazarus, Lazarus, you come forth
From within your sepulcher dark
Come forth Lazarus, live once more
We've a cause to strengthen your heart.
..


First you're oh so cold, now you're way too hot
And the wind, she's mussin' your hair
But the risin' tide from the life you've bought
It's here, babe, we ain't got a prayer.

That train's a comin' and you're on the track
You can't buy a ticket out there
Take ahold our hands and we'll raise you back
To the platform built in the air.

..
Zacchaeus, Zacchaeus, please come down
From atop your sycamore tree
Make haste, Zacchaeus, save our town
You've a lot more money than we.
...You've a lot more money than we.

Brilliant ...

At least as brilliant as the concept of a carbon plated titanium cassette that comes all the way from Asia. I have not received fair metaphor, so how can I return same?

My apologies, I had meant to applaud a different poem/song...
I'm a bit of a technophobe, keep at it, you'll get better!