Outside of the Inside

God never listened to Charlie Parker Charlie Parker lived in vain Blasphemer, womanizer Let a needle numb his brain Wash away his monkey music Damn his demons, damn his pain And what's the point of Albert Einstein What do we need Physics for? Heresy's his inspiration Corrupt and rotten to the core Curse his devious mathematics Curse his deadly atom war There's a message on the wind Calling me to glory somewhere There are signs too deep for the dumb Like perfume in the air And when I get to Heaven I won't realize that I'm there Shakespeare, Isaac Newton Small ideas for little boys Adding to the senseless chatter Adding to the background noise Hard to hear my oratory Hard to hear my inner voice Van Gogh, Botticelli Scraping paint onto a board Color is the fuel of madness That's no way to praise the Lord Gray's the color of the pious Knelt upon the misery cord There's a message on the wind Calling me to glory somewhere There are signs too deep for the dumb Like perfume in the air And when I get to Heaven I won't realize that I'm there I'm familiar with the cover I don't need to read the book I police the world of action Inside's where I can never look Got no time to help the worthless Lotus-eaters, Mandarins, crooks There's a message on the wind Calling me to glory somewhere There are signs too deep for the dumb Like perfume in the air And when I get to Heaven I won't realize that I'm there