Dionysus

I told the world about my cure Nobody gave a damn For a moment, I felt just like a god I’m reminded I’m a man That boulder that’s upon your back? It’s a tiny pebble, bro How big you think the audience is To your one-man show? In the theater of the deep escape Nobody’s willing to pay They just want **** and velvet drapes And to block the crisis away I told the world about my dream They nearly spit out their drink I thought they were all just waiting to hear Exactly what I think That guillotine your head is in? Seems to fit like a collar and tie And before you know it, it’s laundry day Ain’t nobody cryin’ no soapy tears The day on which you die In the theater of intoxicants No talk of want or privation (Just) the carrying of buttery hands From the lobby of negation Deus de muitas formas The god of many forms Lights the ancient darkness Killing European norms So come and swoon the Soma dream! No curtain can conceal! Tiny vagrant aristocracies Amid sugar and ramps of steel The maddened wench of river escape Kills her child to feel Don’t you be another Lennon ape Crying, “Nothing is real” Don’t be another Lennon ape Singing, “Nothing is real”