| U.nder S.aurian Skies <<play the tune>> | |
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a dream he took flight Dragon glider, full moon flier A prescient wraith of time And he arose transformed from stone to sail the sky. The world that we know may be gone by the dawn Atomic firefall, red rain . . . Dreamers of dreams gone insane. So here we stand beneath Saurian Skies Their laughter floats over our world Their voices, the sun in our eyes. He said, "Busy wee beasts rushing off to appointments Bright little builders with clouds in their hands Blind with ambition and faith without reason Your ignorance cuts, spilling blood on the land." Behold I sing you a tale Of a long-ago world Of a paradise failed I warn, heed a voice from the past A message from stone This world will not last "I teach only what I have seen Of how a saurian kingdom So much greater than yours Was cut off with a scream". And now with the firefall demon whispering in dreams And on media screens he blinds us Ancient flier drift homeward The saurian calls out a warning, the cry of extinction, "Your time is at hand! I, Pteranodon beckon to thee!" He said, "And so it has come to be that humans inherit the world And now that they call it their own, They set about to Streaking their minds And their bodies in crimson. And thusly crouched in the encircling primeval darkness, By the darkness behind their eyes, They carve their brutal totems to know their fates. Though their fears find them time and again. All through the desperate years , The tears fall from their star spangled masks. And where these spatter the earth, It is there that prowl the blood demons Feasting as they crawl!" |
He said, "Iron Makers! Fire Shakers! "Fear the night and curse the day! Maim the earth and shame the wild Drive the living things away!" He said, "A coffin nailed with bullets And a funeral crown of distorted sunrises Hate and plague in the old home town (you could close your eyes to it) Filth and fire on the burial grounds And for each and every A grave digger digging you in deeper With automated claws." This earth is the Living God Once neglected, once rejected She will be gone from us forever Lost to us for evermore. And what will we do? And where will we go? Orphaned all, we surely all should know He said, "Fire Shakers, Murder Makers . . . all fall, fall, fall." Perhaps great titans will crouch by the sea Again in a world of Saurian seed And virgin lands again will be Home to the flying and running free Home to the flying and running free Home to the flying and running free "Agreed!", he said. "Home to the flying and running free." -Ron Perrone 1969 |