MIxtures of chemicals and inspirations at indiscernible ratios

Hello friendly friends.  Shit, I'm even feeling good enough tonight to say "Hi" to my not-so-friendly friends.  You see, tonight was a perfect manifestation of expanding my mind instead of watching TV!  Yay!  This is very liberating.  However, I did decide to buzz up tonight.  My wonderful mother bought me a box of wine from Target (that I actually fancy very much, thank you), and tonight I used gravity to insure its yield to my anti-sobriety was effective.  Mission accomplished.

Though, I don't want my cheeky intro to take away from the legitimacy of these lyrics I'm about to share with you.  First and foremost, for most who know me, I've been heavily following news, both national and international, politics, and especially economics.  I've used the term "mind fucked" in regards to attempts at processing these thoughts, though I've found my center and started accurately evaluating my feelings on these topics as of late.  So anyways, even though I don't write political or preachy lyrics all that often, I thought I'd give a stab at it tonight, and it worked out nicely.  It sounds even better with the music.  Now that this particular song is complete, I might start with this one to record to launch my Youtube channel.

Now, I should be leaving the interpretation open to problems with the heart towards the other sex or the somewhat misleading religious tones, but I thought I would just come clean and admit that it's political.  So, I would greatly appreciate comments on it.  Like it or leave it, I'm going to at least ride it through to recording, but criticisms are welcome.  If you do relate to it with matters of the heart or religion, feel free to comment about that too.

The Collection plate (TM)

by Chris Handloser

I’m staring in the eye of Providence in a bill.  It’s all I’ve got.

And if I hold this bill from them, far be it me, to count on support.

And if I let deceit move in, follow me round & choose my friends,

I can kiss my life good bye, fall on my sword, and call it an end.

To your autocratic trite, I throw up an automatic fight.

Cause if I let this take its hold, far be it me, to count on a right.

Belittling Beatitudes, folded in vogue with common words.

If they scare you into trust, with dread in the nouns and fear in the verbs.

Then you can kiss your mind goodbye.  Take out a spike.  Lobotomize.

Think in a cloud.  Sit in the dark.  Pray to survive.  Wait for a spark.

I’ve acted out the worst case draw.  Nothing has changed, all is wrong.

But I can’t let this take ahold. (I’ve) known of the attack and I’m sold on the cause.

When I’ve surrendered, I’ll be dead.  Life is a means, not an ends.

And though I find myself robust, till I succeed, I call it a must

Taking punches in my strides, feeling the sting behind the eyes

If open minds are cursed to hurt, writhing in pain, will be my demise….be my demise

Be my demise…….be my demise

Here comes the pass….of the collection plate.  Factions pay more costs.

And who can last….through our election daze, and our apathy and fraud.

And groundless faith in god

We fill our glass…..of the expected take of the wines we made from blood

Whatever’s left….the remainder stays in the collection plate and lost

And all our worth is lost

Not all songs can be sunny people!  Sorry!  I hope you enjoyed the wording, at least.  :)