[00:04.04]Of war and peace the truth just twists
[00:08.07]Its curfew gull just glides
[00:14.20]Upon four-legged forest clouds
[00:18.01]The cowboy angel rides
[00:23.94]With his candle lit into the sun
[00:27.94]Though its glow is waxed in black
[00:34.02]All except when 'neath the trees of Eden
[00:39.68]
[00:44.27]The lamppost stands with folded arms
[00:48.22]Its iron claws attached
[00:54.03]To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail
[00:58.12]Though it shadows metal badge
[01:02.98]All and all can only fall
[01:05.96]With a crashing but meaningless blow
[01:12.08]No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden
[01:17.46]
[01:22.18]The savage soldier sticks his head in sand
[01:27.14]And then complains
[01:31.82]Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf
[01:36.65]But still remains
[01:40.25]Upon the beach where hound dogs bay
[01:43.66]At ships with tattooed sails
[01:49.43]Heading for the Gates of Eden
[01:54.15]
[01:59.55]With a time-rusted compass blade
[02:03.32]Aladdin and his lamp
[02:09.59]Sits with Utopian hermit monks
[02:13.41]Side saddle on the Golden Calf
[02:17.12]And on their promises of paradise
[02:20.51]You will not hear a laugh
[02:26.75]All except inside the Gates of Eden
[02:31.94]
[02:36.57]Relationships of ownership
[02:40.00]They whisper in the wings
[02:45.93]To those condemned to act accordingly
[02:49.26]And wait for succeeding kings
[02:53.71]And I try to harmonize with songs
[02:56.96]The lonesome sparrow sings
[03:02.57]There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden
[03:08.07]
[03:13.58]The motorcycle black madonna
[03:17.26]Two-wheeled gypsy queen
[03:22.63]And her silver-studded phantom cause
[03:26.42]The gray flannel dwarf to scream
[03:30.26]As he weeps to wicked birds of prey
[03:34.23]Who pick up on his bread crumb sins
[03:39.41]And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
[03:44.50]
[03:49.03]The kingdoms of Experience
[03:53.34]In the precious wind they rot
[03:59.12]While paupers change possessions
[04:02.14]Each one wishing for what the other has got
[04:06.90]And the princess and the prince
[04:09.28]Discuss what's real and what is not
[04:15.73]It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden
[04:21.06]
[04:26.11]The foreign sun, it squints upon
[04:29.34]A bed that is never mine
[04:35.50]As friends and other strangers
[04:38.59]From their fates try to resign
[04:43.15]Leaving men wholly, totally free
[04:46.48]To do anything they wish to do but die
[04:52.80]And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden
[04:58.14]
[05:03.39]At dawn my lover comes to me
[05:06.96]And tells me of her dreams
[05:12.61]With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
[05:16.21]Into the ditch of what each one means
[05:20.27]At times I think there are no words
[05:23.60]But these to tell what's true
[05:29.30]And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden
[05:34.70]
[05:37.38]

Of war and peace the truth just twists
Its curfew gull just glides
Upon four-legged forest clouds
The cowboy angel rides
With his candle lit into the sun
Though its glow is waxed in black
All except when 'neath the trees of Eden
The lamppost stands with folded arms
Its iron claws attached
To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail
Though it shadows metal badge
All and all can only fall
With a crashing but meaningless blow
No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden
The savage soldier sticks his head in sand
And then complains
Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf
But still remains
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay
At ships with tattooed sails
Heading for the Gates of Eden
With a time-rusted compass blade
Aladdin and his lamp
Sits with Utopian hermit monks
Side saddle on the Golden Calf
And on their promises of paradise
You will not hear a laugh
All except inside the Gates of Eden
Relationships of ownership
They whisper in the wings
To those condemned to act accordingly
And wait for succeeding kings
And I try to harmonize with songs
The lonesome sparrow sings
There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden
The motorcycle black madonna
Two-wheeled gypsy queen
And her silver-studded phantom cause
The gray flannel dwarf to scream
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey
Who pick up on his bread crumb sins
And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
The kingdoms of Experience
In the precious wind they rot
While paupers change possessions
Each one wishing for what the other has got
And the princess and the prince
Discuss what's real and what is not
It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden
The foreign sun, it squints upon
A bed that is never mine
As friends and other strangers
From their fates try to resign
Leaving men wholly, totally free
To do anything they wish to do but die
And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden
At dawn my lover comes to me
And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what's true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden