The Governor
A claim for life or a prayer for mercy
Beyond the strife - a call for humanity
Not heard - dismissed
Absurd death list
A man alone in an aisle to nowhere
Hanging on the phone - beside the chair
The answer sounds short
He breathes the air
Last sitting down - a look around
A neon light - a metallic sound
The guests are pale - they look so odd
First time they fail to hide their doubt
The Hour Glass is empty
Without a sign or a hope
Soon I'll be free
At the End of my rope
Behind his desk - Looking at his city
The man smokes cigars like he smokes eternity
His heart is closed - his mind's in security
For a million dollars, redemption by charity
His mind is far, his eye in the blur
An old movie star has lost his honour
A million dollar's worth a Governor
The Morning Song
Can't you hear the morning song?
It plays loud in the "Stables"
Somewhere deep in Camden town
Between the cobble stone and the marbles
Can't you hear the morning song?
It chants the art of living in the ghetto
It's just a place were you belong
To the world between the City and Soho
He plays guitar in the Tube
Gets a dime for the trouble
The line in which he once stood
Is now getting double
Unemployed resources - in a spirit of freedom
It's a waste of forces - in the city of wisdom
Don't you hear the morning song?
Don't you listen to the call?
It's huge, it's loud, it's strong
Like a writing on the wall
Can't you hear the morning song?
Renaissance Man
As a virgin’s chest whittled out of sacred wood
I challenged the sun to fill me in with a breath of life
And the castle walls before which I once stood
Are now defeated by the sour acid of internal strife
I face my Master again – he tells me his fate in his open eyes
I see a fall in his fear, he sees it too and his fear does rise
I don’t pray any god, I don’t play for stakes that high
My fate is carved in my choices, my trust is cast in my sight
I’m justified by a soul that never hangs on to a smile
Each wind of passion makes me whirling into the light
Each roar of furore brings me wings and bliss
It’s a time of growing each time I have to fight
But there no such reward as Mother Arda’s kiss
I’m a renaissance man
As a ghost still bothered with flesh I search for my place
It’s a hard task to stand the void when you feel the essence
When finally you turn the bite of sorrow into an embrace
There is a core of streams that calls for renaissance
And my mind is up – I see a clear path to follow and trust
The pride is dead – achieving the quest is no glory, only a must
Casualties will be left behind as I climb the mount of Everdale
I see the cross, I see the hole, but I don’t see me to fail
I’m justified by a strength that is not used for itself
“I” is a name I will no longer bear
“I” is no longer “I” but only a scar
For it is the name of fears that were
For it is the price of things that are
I’m a renaissance man
The Queen’s Lover
In the darkest corner of the room
Waiting for his time
He's a shadow from the gloom
Stirring up his crime
He's got the Queen's ear
He's got her soul too
They are connected by fear
No love can shine through
His mark is on every stain
His seal melts on every missive
His mouth whines a complain
While he acts to deceive
As a hidden chamberlain
He strikes in the back
He's much after bunting
But honour and pride lack
My Queen, are you so blind ?
There's a snake in your bed
He's no one I can't find
But his name is not worth to be said
A gangrene is declared
A silent killer is in
But where the evil eye has glared
Waste and mistrust begin
The faithful ones are leaving
The Queen will soon be on her own
Left alone with the one who'll bring
Her fate, her hopes and her glory down