I wish I could, be understood I wish I could be an old redwood Over a hundred years old So much wisdom to be told From the whispering winds From the traveling clouds From the poring rain What would I have to gain I would gather the worlds leaders I could be their teachers If they could change their ways It could mean all of nature could have more days
what is it about the power of the sea How does she have the power to bring men to their knees We watch and wonder to see what's under We sail on her, we swim in her We move upon her surface like she is ours to do so We dump into her,we pump into her We harvest from her like she is ours to plunder We take from her what we cannot give back We take from her like a thief in the night We take and take and pay not what's right Is it a wonder that her time is coming That her bounty is at an end That her shores are rising That her young are dying That she feels she has no friend Is it a wonder that she rises up and comes upon the land To swat at those who have forced her hand Do we not know the power she holds For she will win as this struggle unfolds She will lay waste to are fair land And take it for her own and cover it with sand Her children will feed on our flesh and blood We will be a most delightful dish lying in her mud She is a lady this is true But she can be the most fearsome lady we ever knew
This is how I came to meet him I was doing time for a minor crime He was in my cell I could tell And this is when I came to see him This is how I came to know him I lived my life through a torrent of strife Faith to me never seemed to be Belief in something other than me Pain it seemed was all that gleamed And this is when I came to believe in him This is when I came to hear him In my ear his words were clear Make them feel your pain is real With knife and gun have your fun Play my game and make your name Flesh is flesh and bone is bone Turn your soul a darkish tone And this is how I came to feel him This is how I came to honor him Serial was my new name, oh how I learned to play his game Cool and collected my victims I selected Their life a casualty of my shimmering knife Yes Adams sons falling victim to my guns And Eves daughters all mine to slaughter And how I came to show my praise for him How I came to trust in him My demise was the man in blue’s big prize In the end my soul did descend With a soul of stone I sat upon my new throne Heat at my feet and sin to my chin In a world bent on vice and devoid of all things nice I looked over my court a motley sort It was no surprise right before my eyes A judge, a senator, a priest and a barrister A bishop and a king what did this all mean Was it a whisper in their ear that brought them all here What will you do when I whisper to you This is how I became him