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  1. Little Pink Hand

From the recording Late Takes

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Little Pink Hand
by Michael Dinga

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I stumbled into Paradise
But you know that sort of thing
Only takes you so far
Then we pay the price
For bad advice
Building our castles on thinning ice
And so
Right here
And now
We are
……….
Laid out unconscious on a bar room floor
Not my idea of fun
Too many untold truths
To much capitulation
At the point of a gun
Sounds of sorrow echo down from the hills
Swaddled in sack cloth
With a case of the chills
This day’s surrender emblematic
Of some deeper ills
Do my eyes deceive me?
Held under water
By a little pink hand
Not my idea of fun
A tribe of zealots
With their heads in the sand
Waiting for the son
Above the gaslight flies a flock of crows
Watching hooded aliens marching in their rows
This day’s collusion emblematic
Of some deeper woes
Do you believe me?
……..
I think I heard a spirit whisper in my ear
Explaining how the gods don’t interfere
Reading from the scroll
The words you know
But may not want to hear
……..

The road to freedom taking way too long
Maybe in the scheme
It’s a brief hallucination
Only just begun
My momma thinks it’s just another phase
Like crypto coin or hula hoops
Another craze
But in my heart I know it’s emblematic
Of a deep malaise
……
Five thousand years
You’ve seen this movie many times before
But now you’re walking ‘cross the coals
And the demon’s scratching on your door
Five thousand years
Caligula and Genghis Khan before
And now you’re walking ‘cross the coals
And the demon,
Oh the demon
Yes the demon
Scratching on your door

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