The Last Rave

Twilight's last gleaming
So turn on the lights
Before the dark age falls
And we stumble into night.
Armageddon is here
So get ready to fight.

Chorus:Economic meltdown
And global collapse.
Too much sturm und drang
Is gonna bite your ass

Four horsemen riding
From the gates of hell
Stopping at your town
And ringing your bell,
Spreading new diseases
Like a toxic spill.

Chorus:Economic meltdown
And global collapse.
Too much strum und drang
Is gonna bite your ass.

2012 is the target
For the world to blow,
And doom is the racket
That will fill the bill.
So run for the bunker
Before it close.

China Blue

The nature of your mystery
Is not the unknown contours
Of your mountains draped in mist.

It is, instead, the ease
With which you assume
So many forms
And still retain
A dreamer's sense of grace.

Your beauty is transit and elusive,
For a single well turned gesture
Invokes a thousand songs.