There are some things you can't outrun.
Like death, like tax, like light from sun.
My piece holds six, I need but one:
Outstrip, outpace, outrun my gun.

99 Red Balloons (A cover)

Here it is, a souvenir!
This, my proof, the world was here!
I know you don't remember when...
Now, we're beasts; we once were men.

We built such structures, scraped the sky.
In metallic birds, we used to fly.
The cities built are now all dust,
But used to shine before this rust.

And this right here, it points the truth.
They're not just stories, here's the proof!
So won't you listen one more time:
Of red balloons, count ninety-nine?

Me, your mother; her and I
A lil toy shop that we did spy
And purchased with our change combined
Those red balloons, count ninety-nine.

We filled them up and made a wish
And then released them, just like this.
We let them fly, and never guessed,
The hawks perceived it as a threat!

Fighter jets, count ninety-nine,
Shot our balloons out of the sky.
Debris it fell on neighbor right,
And war machine, it sprang to life!

And neighbors from directions three--
It would be four, but for the sea--
Provoked we did, their awesome might
And one by one, excuse to fight.

Guns and bombings, fire! fire!
Chaos, sobbing, dire! dire!
A dog of hell, it slipped that day
The pack that followed wiped world away.

It's best you don't remember when...
We once were beasts, but now we're men.
The wintered earth, it's naught but dust
But used to shine before this rust.

And here it is, a souvenir:
This, my proof, the world was here
A cosmic joke that it remains
the instigator of this pain.

A lone balloon, and helium gas.
Fill it up, and tie it fast.
And let's release it, just like this.
A message that, we still exist.

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Haven't written in a while, got inspired when I came across this song again, and thought I'd use it as inspiration for a spoken word piece.  My version's more bittersweet, and less rocking but you know...

All men must die, and I'm the same.
All men must die, and birth's to blame.
'Cause if it never came around,
I'd never find me 'neath the ground.

How can I get by and lie
And subsequently wonder why
I'm earthly bound and cannot fly
How dare I, dare I, wonder why

Take me to Church (Remix Deux)

My lover's got humor, she's giggle at fun'ral.
And completely indifferent to your disapproval.
The devil may care and she does all that moves her.
And as for my part, should have worshiped her sooner.

Voracious wants exceed the need.
The feral beasts you do not feed.
Along the road that plants the seed.
There's neither glamour nor prestige.

Scholarly blues

I tripped the young scholar and learned the ole fool.
The former said, "Why, make me look like a tool?"
I made you look toolish because you are foolish.
Because that I can, be the reason I do this.

And also because of the smirk that you wear.
And holding your nose so high up in the air.
So I did push you off from the loft of your perch
And unceremonious, landed in dirt.

The ladies dig giggle, the gents they guffawed.
'Cause they all were so eager to watching you fall.
So I crept up behind you and toppled you good.
And all of the world was just hoping I would.

The fool you looked down on, inherits the earth.
The scholar, so lofty, the subject of mirth.
So die your death deathless for all that it's worth
'Cause mis'ry loves comp'ny and you're not the first.

I crashed your posh party, snuck off with the wine.
I plucked all the grapes and now bare is your vine.
Snuck up behind you and and tripped you supine.
If name you must call me it's Jester Divine.