No Such Paradise

I saw the waves of music comin' when love got in the way
called it ' Monster Fuzz ' back on a blown-out electrical day
Saw  Her in dirty red, high on pills and powder
with a bitter punk like me, strikin' a pose in the shower
behind the real wheel is a fixed winner
always out to look the part with the buffer growing thinner
distorted base musical layout moving against a whatever beat
played out like a young porn queen . . . and they say honey is sweet   
Grunt thru loud growls to let her know I'm comin' soon
must spark the flames of the feverish night to fill a fertile womb . . . 

                          ". . .  It was quite the show
                                 wish there was more to tell
                                 for now take my hand, Darlin'
                                 we're goin' to find Hell . . . "   

With the onset of logical madness blending with inner Peacetime attacks
we realized the road to Hell is too fragile . . . so now we walk the tracks
No need to speak when you just have to forget to remember
whatever is seen must be set free . . . let the cold winds blow the embers . . .

 . . .  Of  a ghost gauntlet, a death-dealing gunner  
        a shattered light, a full moon summer
        a whispered word, an empty dreamscape
        a mechanical failure, a technical rape
        a burnt tunnel,  Nowhere is Now
        crawl in me,  take a bow
        from a tower-keep,  to the bottom base
        idea dungeons,  a stone chisled face
        dark open doorway, trapped under doubt
        golden morning,  stalking souls about
        wavering visions, the horizon recedes
        Orion remembered,  replanting the seeds
        darker moons,  a message from before
        distant smiles, so shallow at the core
        more over there,  parts that fade
        finally forgiven,  under the blade . . .  

And who's to say we never happened anyway ?
                          When I met you on this road a thousand years ago today . . .

In waves of rain,
coming in with a chilled dawn
I could tell Fate was bored with us,
by It's fourth and final yawn
watching our lost thoughts stagger back home
completely insane
from getting lost on the war-torn blocks
of Memory Lane
daydreaming of us
the visions of what could be
falling away in the real light
the way it should be
though the fires we started
no longer give any heat or light
burnt victims still find themselves
lost on the edge of a dying night

We guided one another to this Darlin'
                                              to No Such Paradise . . .
and that thunder you always heard 
                                             is your god rolling lucifer's dice . . .