What winding rhythm (3 times) What winding rhythm has brought me to this night Expelled from the womb Cast out of Eden I don't remember paradise Do any of us? The diamond within lies carefully hidden Recall a childhood... Worlds where computers and cable T.V. are absent Dead End kids playing by a Bone yard Another time...and I know it! For the first time as I swoop downhill My stomach feels the light airiness Whirling Dervish on a turntable Clip-click, clip-click, clip, click... A long ago place - focused into view A long ago place - focused into view An eight-track, fireflies on muggy summer nights Surrounded by shadows Another land...and I know it! Paint the town with new words Remnants of a demographic past Watch as we crash down the cusp (2 times) Other places My memories This weary traveler Life is being video taped...and I know it! August, another warm 40 ounce of beer He rants about conspiracy theories Great poet... Poor historian... Great poet, poor historian Life is rich...and I know it! I make my nest there, it can't last (2 times) Back to where I first grew Utterly unrecognizable My solace comes from odd places This whole ride is really strange...and I know it! A distinctive sound, a distinctive sound The skyscrapers make me feel insignificant A distinctive sound - I make my nest there (2 times) A distinctive sound Visual and audio stimuli Wide-eyed wonder Wide-eyed pride A distinctive sound (2 times) With wide-eyed pride, a distinctive sound A distinctive sound (2 times) I make my nest there A - distinc - tive - sound... (2) I - dwell within the limits of the twilight of the American presence of my childhood I - saw the 'writing on the wall' as a young man, But didn't understand... I - sensed, I - felt, it was... Yet all around me, seemed unchanged Save the air, it tingles Then again I'd see the sun skimming so close to the horizon ...and knew, twilight comes The breeze heralded its arrival Bloated on consumerism And dumbed down on electronic smack But for what? But for what? Propaganda, my society falters People give out guilt or hide away No empathy for the world Democracy forgotten I stagger... Or was it the Earth that moved? Warning me, giving me a chance But for what? In the wings, the over-eager, hungry for complete individualism - At the expense of compassion Sold themselves to doctrines - of oppression So was the elemental tremble of my unlikely guide So is - the hypocrisy That I have felt - but not seen Heard - but not tasted As I grew older I did begin to see silhouettes in the twilight The breeze and the tremors - had never ceased their period warnings (3) As shadows grew, I became frightened I knew the way Crossed an ocean On my own own journey On my own journey ...and it was from that mighty distance that I began to see What I always dreaded Dreaded What I always felt Human instinct So far away The trembling 'I' less The breeze of doom Weaker, yet present - all the time All the same There is no escape This too, I realized A way, away, A way Two homelands in twilight Not one as I was led to believe as a child Dark will come And I - in another land Holding a lit candle That the breeze Will quickly Snuff out! (Epilogue) Sirens, delivered the madness And so much desire It walked to him and shook his hand He shivered and lunacy offered up a cloak As for the world, humanity and man as weakness Their ungrateful stares haunt and mock Awkwardly he slinked away Simply listen to the notes Listen to the notes Fully emerged in madness, he listened to the notes (2 times) And he disappeared - into nothingness ...he listened to the notes...he listened to the notes...listened to the notes