Gates Of Eden

Of war and peace, the truth just twists It's curfew gull, it glides Upon four-legged forest clouds The cowboy angel rides With his candle lit into the sun Though its glow is waxed in black All except when 'neath the trees of Eden The savage soldier sticks his head in sand And then complains Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf But still remains Upon the beach where hound dogs bay At ships with tattooed sails Heading for the gates of Eden With a time-rusted compa*s blade Alladin and his lamp Sits with Utopian hermit monks Side saddle on the golden calf On their promises of paradise You will not hear a laugh All except inside the gates of Eden Relationships of a ownership They whisper in the wings To those condemned accordingly To wait for succeeding kings And I try to harmonize with songs The lonesome sparrow sings There are no kings inside the gates of Eden The motorcycle black Madonna A two-wheeled gypsy queen And her silver-studded phantom cause The gray flannel dwarf to scream As he weeps to wicked birds of prey Who pick up on his bread crumb sins And there are no sins inside the gates of Eden At dawn my lover comes to me And tells me of her dreams With no attempts to shovel the glimpse Into the ditch of what each one means At times I think there are no words But these to tell what's true And there are no truths outside the gates of Eden