I - Fall

Banjohmin:
This one’s going out to Muhammad, my brother from another virgin mama
Bow down before Arab Jesus, parting the twin towers, like the red seasies
(Let my people go); At the office party, spiking the punch with jet fuel,
Watching the wall street goys fly with joy, I turn man to sand, rye to gruel
(But the pharaoh stiffened is neck) I bend steel beams with Boeing 767 tweezers ,
The twin towers the new Pisa, mix oil with fairy powder of Arab poppy flower,
Ground albino baby bones of Sudan and the shrapnel plaster of Ghaza—
Just call me Allah eight-bar-acuda spitting Arab oil in the land of Judah

John:
Snatched alive, the spirit is drowning
A death again, the soul is thinning
Bloated and loose; the skin is peeling
Picking the scab, it's picking and bleeding

The plug was plucked by a Banjo
Crystal skies above called him home
While the walls kept weeping, 'become one'
He hauled onwards through the walls that moaned

Leave the sludge for the endless thrill
Downward he walked and deeper still
A light in the distance was reduced to nil
He picked up and set off the rest of his will

I think I'll stay around
Because I don't hear a sound
Let's stop the Body and not fucking make a sound

Big Town Wizard King:
Pillars gleam, falling within your mind
My son, old son that finds his clock unwind

Where the night shifts, where captains fall behind
The waves too tall to see beyond, too great to lift (too great to lift)
Too dense to sift (too dense to sift) and walk inside
Walls up close and blind
You are not an object, just a sign of
Decrepitude!

Murder capital of the cosmos
Open up your gates and let me in
Free your withheld formations
Mete out mightiness might it meet in us elation

Tell me you're sleeping
So that you never announce your death
When wiry hands reach to you
Forcing into you breath
A life unknown... a life? Unknown
We don't play here
We know ways here, speaking lightly
Speaking heavily, speak thy name
Speaking darkly, speak thy grave
It's Lucifer

II - Rise

Banjohmin:
Mummify my body in silken threads of spiderweb
Lady Charlotte I-thee-wed, eat of my body, but
Mummify my body in silken threads of spiderweb
Lady Charlotte I-thee-wed, eat of my body, but
Leave unleavened the unleavened the bread, drink of my blood and eat of my flesh
Leave unleavened the unleavened the bread, drink of my blood and eat of my flesh
Watch as I rise again,
I doubled my body for the sins of men
Mummify my body in silken threads of spiderweb
Lady Charlotte I-thee-wed, eat of my body, but
Leave unleavened the unleavened the bread, drink of my blood and eat of my flesh
Drink of my body and eat of my flesh,
I doubled my body for the sins of men
But on the Sabbath day I rest!

John:
The pyre's alight in this cavern of fire
A silhouhette marked by the blackest
Figures of decadent indecency
A dastardly bastard, the conniving master
A crime of rhymes, it's John's mad mantra
For culling the cunts

Panting and puking of all caused this downfall
Richard drove the maul and his spirit plundered John's johnson
The Angel ov Above turns to John and says, 'Welcome foul one
The infamous butcherer and corrupter of the small,
Welcome to the place where all evil falls'

I think I'll stay around
Because I don't hear a sound
Let's stop the Body and not fucking make a sound

Big Town Wizard King:
Bodies slipping through my fingers
Entrenched in a sullen landscape
Talking to their master
Who I am, whom they fear

I am enough to make you see that life wasn't worth living
Gods be praised, they gave me a raise
I'm down in the depths with my cavalcade

Blood for love
Blood for life
Flesh and bone for breadth
I own you in my stead
Time and space are dead

Words are non-concrete
Lies flow from those who speak
(One last speech you'll hear)
Littered ground come hear my bass
I'm sinking you all in disgrace

III - Lost

Banjohmin:
It was Mel Gibson’s mission,
To spread my arse cheeks in the missionary position
While whipping me in a frisson, but listen
It’s not an admission of guilt, but this Christian nation we’ve built
Is for loving thy neighbour, and spending Sabbath days at a gay bar
It’s not about who to stone anymore, but who’s stoned on the floor
According to the poetry of Eliot and Yeats
If it sounds unfamiliar, forgive me it’s praise
For my fellow man, whose sins I died for
Even Mel Gibson, and his Semite-Lawyer
For the masturbators and voyeurs
In the gallery with the epicures
As Pilate pronounced his verdict,
And the liars renounced my sermons
At the foot of the cross,
As the spear drew near
To the heart of the spider-son of God.

John:
John cursed, he spat in vain and she just stared
John felt limp in hell, he was lacking and scared
His heart was open and calling to this shell
She said, "Wisen your words and wisen them well
Or you shall not escape from this Hell"

John looked at her, he knew it was true
He had a chance to escape and rejoin his crew
He reached out a hand and his courage grew
Her hand led him to the place no man knew

I think I'll stay around
Because I don't hear a sound
Let's stop the Body and not fucking make a sound

Big Town Wizard King:
Open up the doors
For I'm headed to Hell
The words are twisted
Because demons can't spell
I forge new scripts to break their minds
I forge the world with excellent finds
I'm a mathematician and a mass rendition
I live alive, so I live a life sole
I speak for myself, sold text for gold
I've a body of work that speaks for its own
I'm everything destined to be dethroned
If not for my mastery, skills are cheap
I make my wisdoms working my keep
Sneaking about won't do any good
Just look; learn

My body of work (body of work, body of work)
I have a body of steel
A physique fit for the pen
Dipped in ink I win
I sin...
I win

IV - Found

Banjohmin:
They tied me to the cross,
Yea, I called out to God
He didn’t give a shit
Charlotte Magdalene had my kids
My martyrdom was wrong
Recounted in Paul’s song
What bliss to be a Yid,
Speared by the Roman sticks—
Sweet Jerusalem falls,
I awake and forsake it all
On my deathbed I kiss Judas,
Our hearts pierced by Cupid
Oh father sacrifice my flesh,
On the cross it is accomplished

What care I for the world?
The world cares not for me
And ever since the fall
My Father’s hated me
Skewer me with sponge and spear
And cleanse them of their sin and fear
Let me be the first to cast the first stone of law
And be the first struck down in the sight of the lord
Spider Jesus!

John:
"Hey pretty lady I think you're swell, but what are you doing all alone in this hell?'
"That's a tale for another time," she replied with a smile, "but what of you John Johnson ov above?"
"I'm a motherfucker who's got the blues; I've got nothing to lose and nothing to gain, babe." he said to her, "I've been booted from above to hellblaze, but I cannot stay."
"Well while we're travelling and have time to speak, won't you hear my tale and tell me what you think?"

She began her sorrow wrought tale as John listened well
As he stared into her baby blues his dark heart fell

I think I'll stay around
Because I don't hear a sound
Let's stop the Body and not fucking make a sound

Big Town Wizard King:
A ship upon rocks with fools
Tumbling out from spools
Stolen stares from woven mares
Make fears enough for rules

Conquering rocky beaches
Was never the plan
Roughest earth and blackest sand
Men are testing words and besting
First to check the firth of resting
For the first time dye the mess
And fall the rain to make sense
Of our misfortunes

Misshapen bodies: man and ship
Wisps taken follies, land and lip
Mechanisation folds to one's grip
Up go spires, frail and thick

Flames aplenty, kent and gart
Spent the winter shoaled and sparked
Faced the night with husks of eyes
Rent the summer sarked and prised