jj jackman in the midst of seven - index
and what’s more 12/29/99 we know that this won’t happen it won’t happen and what’s more they say the apple of our heart is rotten to the core and this incessant tapping in our center it does bore (as self abusive conduct to the prostitute and whore) we hope that this will follow it will follow oh we hope the earth our feet could touch but yet our neck is in a rope to cease! relentless throbbing ‘round our collar can we cope? (as masses waiting patiently to hear their aging pope) since we’re dying then we’re dying to sense that piercing sting so what of life we can not tell to fleeting years we cling in this vast space we did not meet and so of love we sing (as ardent faithful subjects bowing to their ruthless king) we listen, yes we listen to that major six/nine chord esteemed as high within our depth from where we could have soared and still o’er raging stream chest deep so gladly we would ford (as horseback preachers to revival and their worthy Lord) we know that this won’t happen it won’t happen and what’s more they say the apple of our heart is rotten to the core and this incessant tapping in our center it does bore (as self abusive conduct to the prostitute and whore)