song title / lyrics

"king kindly in the court of clutter"

oh fair king won't you hum a song to sing
won't you come down from your tower
won't you change your chiseled face

for the robins wings in the courtyard of the dream
watch the isoand the froggie's nostrils curdle
topes gurgle

when the mission bell chimes and sends our souls to hell
like a glorious crustation
to the sorrow of our nation

but the plums are plump and the bible on the stump
is quite open, if you please
watch each page turn in the breeze

so I say, fair king, if you musn't do a thing
then we will bow our heads in silence
we will cross in brave defiance

for the earth shall shake and the earth shall wake
and the moon of hissing colors will
reunite us with our brothers.

So oh fair king won't you hum a song to sing
won't you come down from your tower
won't you change your chiseled face

for the truth's not fair and we have just cause to stare
turning hammer into dust
strike us gently, if you must