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the
showman and the ironsmith
by
noel utter
The
showman and the ironsmith relaxed by a flowing brook
myth
The
sandman went to sleep under a cold October moon
Out
of the fire and into the mire, your ready for the trip
while your holding the glass tipped whip
Children
of the field are running and dancing
Playing
outside of the widowed house in the spiritual ivy fancy
Sweet
indulgent dirty face make the maid clean the place
pretending its more than the asking
As
you look at the sign that reads: Stand by the door you
stand by me face the tree
While
all the traffic lights are changing you have not
considered the danger
Remaining
in the pew out side is the morning dew little child in a
manger
The
showman and the ironsmith melt horseshoes as the women
knit
Light
up your favorite cigarette under a cold October moon
Wisdom
takes a vacation outside the alien nation
Pilgrim
for the autograph take the fire and place the staff upon
the ocean make it part the evil lies inside the heart
the calf of gold we danced and sang, within the camp of
the guillotine, heads will roll and rock shoot water
angers hand keeps you from the promise land beautiful
daughter
The
showman and the ironsmith the widowed house and the
robins law
Covered
in the insurance clause its a trial request and a
substitution
No
resolution to fire and the pain the triad of colors come
to my brain
They
pulled you over in a drowning rain, said you cars
appearance doesn't fit sugar cane
Drive
it on the back streets cause we don't like you here In
the cold moment of every year
Regarding
your Hippocratic oath your not alive if you fail your
notes
The
spoken word in the instant fame the brats say your words
are so not cool there lame
Pictures
on the walls of their so-called friends they are
sideways upside down again and again
Proud
and defiant as an angry mob, mocking babies like
blubbering slob
Trick
you into a nice menacing game, skin of the truth with
horse head fame
Showman
and the ironsmith relaxed by a flowing brook myth
The
sandman went to sleep under a cold October moon
Out
of the fire and into the mire, you're ready for the
trip, while your holding the glass tipped whip
When
the cup is half full its still half empty, diamonds in
the rough, rusty thoughts thrifty
Its
cold where you live but you blow steam in the air,
forgotten memories that nobody cares
Do
for the others, until you're done unto death,
But
no one gives anything back so you got nothing left
Father
creator heard your hearts cry no matter what happens you
win when you die
The
showman and the ironsmith pound out metal crosses with a
punishing whip
Cold
fog drifts behind the October moon signs of the future
remember the tune
Of
a long lost song, breathing fire as we tag along smiling
in our clear pool mirror
The
showman and the ironsmith are coming near
Of
a long lost song, breathing fire as we tag along smiling
in our clear pool mirror
The
showman and the ironsmith are coming near
(C)
2003 noel utter dusk at dawn music
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noel
utter is a worship leader in calif who desires to relate
truth in his words, and to worship God in a cultural
relevant atmosphere without discounting Biblical
authority or reverence, pressing into God, by not
compartmentalizing Him, but rather intertwining His
gifts with the hearts of people His love with our hands
and feet minds and emotions human spirits and Holy
Spirit. no star trips or name droppings just truth in
the written word. Just a man standing in the rain.
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