Tonight I am the vision,
tonight I am the light,
of the Golden Body coming
out of red-gold matter’s cave.
Tonight I am the message,
see the words of changing time,
hear the footsteps of the Highest
in the moments’ busy tramp.
And then the light grows stronger
and white-gold burns the shape
of a mighty being’s power
coming from a far-off plane.
Silver foam in the dim East,
gold in the brilliant Western sun.
Silver foam and a birth unseen,
golden red and the New World born.
Stretchin’ their bones
in a casket blue:
void still near, o Lord.
Rivers and cities mighty too.
Rotten with the human mind.
Late-hour-shows try prayin’.
Sexy girl is really a man.
College boys with the small-brains
don’t think of poems
lasting longer than
moments of attention
in that Rock’n’Roll Ocean and Dream.
Tonight I am the message,
see the words of changing time,
hear the footsteps of the Highest
in the moments’ busy tramp.
Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany