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Habit holidays, habit holidays, an' a Habitfree new year! Habitfree new year! To me. Well, what would that be Like? As likely as not, habits will not be Entirely forgot...Still I want to let a few Lapse real soon, soon like Capricorn New Moon Coming after next week's sing of Christmas tunes While King Sol leads the way thru Saturn's land She puts up Her hand and says, "Not so fast And then moon comes tween on lucky day thirteen And when moon goes black, you feel your lack" So as the day arrives I give Dead parts a chance to have lives The ones they've never had with me In mine...in our...brave body A friend of yours is a friend of mine Cap, I want to toe your line And see what happens when I Drop the heavy rocks watch them roll And fall, fall from my walls Walls full of habits, bricks so tall And so I call on all to fall Fall without so much as hope Hope that they can cast a rope Back around the rest of me Who wants to see what we can be Who wait like sheep, these outside parts Who, if I sleep, turn into wolves Who, if I fear I them, close my heart Who kill me, change to poison darts Who if I act out, close the shades Who then feel no choice but to invade Every habit I can find See this one! It's kept me blind... Blots my eyes from seeing true Seeing that that me is you And you is me...such symmetry! So let them lapse and spring these traps Let them bust to building blocks Former keyless hopeless locks Instead of guards to keep will out They can be gourds where fae peep out! Hee!! I'll lay 'em round and melt 'em down And moult the mortar for foundation And make a manse for habitation And everyone who wants to stays And cries and plays and screams all day And never has to go away And I'll need help from you know Who Who don't care by what Name I call So long as I do call at all It's not so easy, Cap, my friend Help me make it 'round this bend copyright 1997-2002 Panjoyah |