Children of the Mind

(Written in Queens Village, Philadelphia). My first performance after I moved
to New York City was at the Right Bank in Willaimsburgh, Brooklyn. They
were having some kind of event and Eric Jensen and I went as "The Dead
Ginsbergs" We played this song and then afterwards went to get the critique
of the bartender who had a band of her own called "Nice Undies". She said
I seemed just too happy. Like, the song was so Hippy-Dippy and nice that
she just wanted to stick a fork in me. I thanked her for her honesty.

Last night I woke up to the sound of screams and frantic feet
And voices that I did not recognize.
And when I cried out, "what is going on?" they only whispered,
"Go to sleep, my child. Close your eyes".
But now it is the morning after. Please control your laughter.
Light is streaming down upon me through the rafters.
I have been away for so long, living out a folk song;
Searching for the obvious.

There is no ending to the love I hold inside my heart
For you; only for you.
For you have touched my life in ways that words can not impart.
Please understand the things I'm going through.
For destiny, it calls me onward, and all the things I've pondered
Flirt with all my doubts and insecurities.
A cruel and most demanding master, alas it's what I'm after.
Alas it's what I am.

Not long ago I felt inclined to hate the things that fate
Revealed to me within my youth.
But I have seen the good inside the bad; for that, I'm glad,
If only for to know the truth.
If we could only live forever, and get along together,
We'd stand by one another and there'd be no pain or hunger.
Sometimes these thoughts, they seem so out of reach and out of desperation,
From what I understand

Relative terms, these are, Truth and Peace.

The way I see it there is so much road to cover, starting now;
So much work before we play.
And still we're holding on to yesterday,
Call me crazy, but I say

Love is right beside me, truth is what I know,
Peace is only hiding, war is just a show.
Life presents us naked, born like faith divine.
Peace is where we take it; children of the mind.

©1996 Joe Matzzie