Craig Benedict Valentine Badynee

Don’t breathe these days away

Remember in the old pavilion
Remonstrating dumb intellectuals
La-dee-da, la-dee-da, la-dee-da
Threats exaggerate from emotion
Plunder any known conversational
Ah ha ha ha ha

Bible dodging her many flaws
The deeply appalling poet that you are
Waxing & wailing on about her
lunette-shaped appeal
Will only get you so far

Plenty of eyes have seen injustice
Blackmailer, can’t you please keep it
quiet just once
A distinguished looking sacrifice for
Blackmailer, Blackmailer

I know science can’t answer us
I know science can’t answer us

Our age is resting on the stairwell
Oh well, just as well

Running round the old pavilion
Barely able to catch our breath
A safe bet and an easy catch for
Blackmailer, Blackmailer

Everybody's talkin’ for me
But they don't know what to say
And every single person you know in the
whole wide world
They’re gonna fade away

I don't need another mother
I don't need someone telling me that i'm
so great
And I can't wait another minute for this
gawd damned world to reparate

And I know just why, they're never gonna
let me in
'Cause I'm dirty dirty word to them
Boy you gotta pay your dues, it's not
hard just one foot at a time
Well it's easy for you you don't have
shackles slowing your shoes

No fly-by-nighter, tracing a flash
By Percy Waters cuz I'm better than that
I'm not some street shop scratcher
It's like I don't exist

And I know just why
They're never gonna be my friend
'Cause I'm the bogey woogie man to them
Boy you got it good enough don't cause
yourself no harm
Well it’s easy for you...

I walked away from the firing squad
With a tip of my hat, I stayed quiet, I didn’t run
I held you in my mind’s eye just in case
One of their bullets should put out my lights
For good! It might’ve been good

I dreamt in books of drifting flesh
In marriage, I found there was some peace in bed
But all those dog years talking, your bullshit hawking
Really did a number on my head

Older creatures ejaculating
Flaky-faced knowers are contact tracing
The haphazard way I got mixed up with you

I walked away, ’cause I didn’t know what to say to you
Kept the rags on my face, ’cause I couldn’t stand the sight of you

It’s like a holiday in the same place
You crunch the numbers, I’ll say grace
I’ve got some blood on my hands, you got it all over your face
I’ve got some blood on my hands, you spilled it all over the place

There's a golden country
There's a golden country
And I'll be there one of these days
Oh yeah!

Like the Garden of Eden
It's like the Garden of Eden
But I won’t make the same mistake
That got them kicked out and red in the face
No, no, no, no!

Golden country
Golden country

There ain't no street signs or road maps
It’s in a place that’s not easily found
Bound by a tight-lipped woodland
Crowned by a god that don't wanna be let down

But I know
I've got a lot to learn
To be cautious over clever
'cause the latter's gonna get you burned

Golden country
Golden country

You don't have to ask for anything
There's nothing pray for
When you’re given all that you need

There's a golden country!

Cinnamon, he doesn't know what he wants
A mannish-boy that worships all he hears
And his mama only gave him two good ears

It don't matter how exquisite the soul is
Don't matter how good it looks
It don't matter how exquisite the soul is
Don't matter how good it looks

A son of a Cossack with a stick in his hand
You blushing fool don't love him as much as you do
And boo-hoo his dad only gave him 5 years
Before he walked out down the flight of their front steps
Took a seat in his pink Cadillac
A cigarette between quivering finger tips
Ash falls as his boy yells, "come back!"

Glory be you're so naïve
To think that
Clever hands can't block your way
I don't care what Candy said

“He's as steady as a sailor”
Just forget it
the gentleman wavered
Don't you get that
incessant nature
comes round again

Cinnamon, he threw a pillow at your head
With an unblinding blow it toppled all he told ya
Now you're forced to put those great big eyes to work

See, it don't matter how exquisite the soul is
Don't matter how good it looks
It don't matter how exquisite the soul is
Don't matter how good it looks

For Rossa Richter

It's like a cannonball
Everybody heard your name
Above “The New Richter Waltz”
Blind Charlie Dubois has done it again

The newspaper men
From The Graphic and Truth, to The Daily Citizen,
They want you to stop
Why can't Secretary Cross
Do anything about your falling (down)?

I guess I'll move to the States
All these meddling men legislate what I'm great at
"They say you risk life and limb,"
Well, I don't believe them
"The way they look at your skin,"
Yes, that's closer to the reason why they'd wanna pin me down

I don't know what to do anymore.
Can't run the thread or jump head-long from a trapeze bar
Sing for thieves, opera comique, “It Is So Easy,”
But at Jackson Prison I'll never do that again!

Grumbling bellies voice concern
They work in and out
Search the sea for the starlets
To the flourished heaping harlots
"Go back home!"

Half-face doubt as god only knows
For many a Muse
Locked in chains of reverie
A bona fide fear of my contemporaries
I'll stay home

I'll dust off my singing now
There's a cheapness in a heart that ceases
A broken loan from a knock-off Burne-Jones
tapestry
It's just another thing I felt was real

A faun-like cunning with an impotent face
You fell out of grace
You ain't selling sun-rays, boy
As it turns out, the bell-sheep gets slaughtered like
the rest

The short-breath storms of a much older man
With unpaid dreams
He steams, "this is some sorrowful law!
What a drag to watch them squander it.”

It's an uneducated wastage
At best, it's all pastiche
Vainglorious & silly
Spinning 'til you're dizzy

It's the lie that makes them pretty
Ooh sha, la, la, la