Prince, Anna Nicole & the Magician

Like a magician, he's up to his old tricks,

Another show, another fix

His heart's in a box

Bound by a thousand and one locks

His world is whirling and about to tilt

The knives are in all the way to the hilt

He'd let them go but he doesn't know how

If looks could kill, he'd be a ghost by now

From the shadows, he calls out your name

Just one shot and you're back in the game

Your heart's in a box

Bound by a thousand and one locks.

Your world is whirling and about to tilt

The knives are in all the way to the hilt

You'd let them go but you don't know how

If looks could kill, you'd be a ghost by now

The Mountains Are Blue

I left my heart in the dark
I left my hat there, too
Out here on the edge of the world
The mountains are blue
I left my heart in the dark
I left my body there, too
The earth holds me close
I would sail across the sea


If anyone would take me
I left my heart in the dark
I left my mask there, too
I ride trains at night
Out here on the edge of the world
The mountains are blue
I left my heart in the dark
I left my body there, too

Dallas (A Gunman in the Clouds)

Officers in blue, mourners in black
Where do we go now, is there no way back?
Helicopters hover, there’s a gunman in the clouds
All lives matter, blue or black

Dallas, JFK shot

Officers in blue, mourners in black
Where do we go now, is there no way back?
All lives matter, blue or black
There’s a chokehold on the soul
Too many dead

Too many guns, too much lead
Officers in blue, mourners in black
Where do we go now, is there no way back?
Helicopters hover, there’s a gunman in the clouds
All lives matter, blue or black

Nocturnal Things (for Elie Weisel)

Words change, killing becomes a choice.

Human limbs, lungs, eyes and brains

are tossed out.

Extermination is possible.

Auschwitz is possible. Gaza is possible.

Syria is possible.

Madmen make wars on the upper deck.

They hide from the sun and cast no shadow.

Corpses no longer feed the earth but poison it

A plague descends.

All is darkness, all is one.

A blackbird floats in a starless sky.

Unidentified flying objects maintain radio silence.

No one speaks, no one breathes.

There is no chatter, there is no pulse.

Words change, killing becomes a choice.

Human limbs, lungs, eyes and brains

are tossed out.