I'm Building a Cathedral

It starts w/heart and smarts, the soul charts the hard parts
The mind finds the blind spots, the mouth sells the black arts
The blood is the bass drum, the snare drum that spares none
The blood is a whack, flat black jetpack guitar run
Under the radar we play fair and stay there
Under the bushel our lights shine like prayer
Under the influence   of all that we know
Under the spell of the go, cat, go
Under the spell of a transistor radio
Under the threat or impression of threat
That we haven't seen the best bet yet.
I'm building a cathedral
To the cerebral
In honor of the little thoughts I think I am
It all seems so procedural
In the confessional
A quick humiliation, then the promised land
Under the Boardwalk, Up on the Roof,
Little Richard banging out the gospel truth
And this suddenly an army of mispent youth
All out looking for some small shred of proof
That this whole shooting match ain't a goof
I'm building a cathedral
To the cerebral
In honor of the little thoughts I think I am
It all seems so procedural
In the confessional
A quick humiliation, then the promised land
It ends w/flash and cash, the soul smash, the car crash
The mind finds the kind cut, the mouth fills w/ash
The blood it is a river of no known return
That once was set on fire only to watch it burn
And it fades as we fade as we all fade someday
And nothin's real that fades away
And nothin's real that fades away
And nothin's real that fades away


(from  the CD "The Panicking of Animals")