MUSIC FOR SALE

[Verse 1]
Nurse the breast of devil’s daughter...
My heart just showed up too late.
Unless God’s Will handles my nerves,
I won’t be up for the Date.

[Verse 2]
Wedding band ne’er meant to be...
Pewter and gold, orbit 'round the gap.
Dislike metals simply will not join...
Perhaps I just need a damn nap.

[Chorus]
Give brace, your aching soul...
As venture inward—this Word to hear.
The Serpent has turned to better lights...
Redeemed Angel sits so near.

Fools’ gold and wise soil do join...
Amidst divine pleasure mistaken for pain.
Forgiveness has her soft, gentle rule...
And neither Saints nor Sinners remain.

[Verse 3]
Energies coursing—yon and hither...
Nursing blanket fashioned from silk.
Mother-lust in charge of my warped mind...
Self-sold for dear sweet milk.

[Verse 4]
Mama’s boy interminable...
Blue Moon finds his voice.
Thank God for teenage friends...
Rough-play around our choice.

[Chorus]
Give brace, your aching soul...
As venture inward—this Word to hear.
The Serpent has turned to better lights...
Redeemed Angel rests so near.

Fools’ gold and wise soil do join...
Amidst divine pleasure mistaken for pain.
Where Forgiveness has her soft, gentle rule...
And neither Saints nor Sinners remain.

Forgiveness has her soft, gentle rule...
And neither Saints nor Sinners remain.


[Verse 5]
Energies coursing—yon and hither...
Nursing blanket fashioned from silk.
Mother-lust in charge of my warped mind...
Self-sold for dear sweet milk.

[Verse 6]
Mama’s boy interminable...
Blue Moon finds his voice.
Thank God for teenage friends...
Rough-play around our choice.

[Chorus]
Give brace, your aching soul...
As venture inward—this Word to hear.
The Serpent has turned to better lights...
Redeemed Angel rests so near.

Fools’ gold and wise soil do join...
Amidst divine pleasure mistaken for pain.
Where Forgiveness has her soft, gentle rule...
And neither Saints nor Sinners remain.

[Bridge]
Light dawns—and I can dance...
Graced movement does subtly pronounce;
And Listen God’s own Stillness...
Every woman my Beloved Spouse.

[Final Chorus]
Fools’ gold and wise soil do join...
Amidst divine pleasure mistaken for pain.
Where forgiveness has her soft, gentle rule...
And neither Saints nor Sinners remain.