Lyrics To KERRY HEIN BLVD.

KERRY HEIN BLVD
IF ONLY I
INTO THE BLUE
MAN IN THE MIDDLE
ONE SPEED WILLY
CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY
WEEDING EDEN
MUDDLE THROUGH
BEYOND THE PALE

KERRY HEIN BLVD.

Box of 'Boros, mag of wine
29 Kerry Hein Boulevard
Down the crumbling ivy covered stairwell
Inside the screen door bathed in green light

Piss stained couch, prosthetic hand
Suspended in a demon's web
A photograph, a soldier's smile
A pulseless man with cataract eyes

Who has heard this imperceptible sound
A sparrow sleeps in the leaves on the ground
The face of God yet abides in his eye

A young man drives, his mind a'glow
Spinning rims, swirling snows
Crystal winds, pearly skies
A'sleep atop the poet pines

Look how peaceful they sleep
Warm inside his venomed teeth
The mag of wine, the swirling snows
The lovestruck boy, the green light glow

Look how dumb the beastial dragon grin
Seems he's lost his sense of time
Angel Michael's imminent sword
Specially wrought to tear his heart
A drink for all the thirsty dogs
Howling down along Kerry Hein Boulevard

Chopper blades, a rocket hiss
Plunging to the desert dust
Bleeding eye, extinguished name
Bone and metal engulfed in flame

Juliette, my sweet Juliette
Kiss our child as she dreams
Whisper tender her father's name
I'll meet her there on sparrow's wings

Who has heard this imperceptible sound
A sparrow sleeps in the leaves on the ground
The face of God yet abides in his eye
But my complaint is bitter still
Under His heavy hand I yet lie
Oh, if I knew where to find Him
To climb unto His throne
There to lay my case in full
Point by point all that I know
That I would hear His grand reply
And understand of Kerry Hein
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IF ONLY I
I don't mind earning my keep
It's keeping my earnings that's making me weep
I don't mind weeping my fill
It's when I'm done weeping and I'm weeping still

But the stupid way you wonder why
As though you cannot hear the unborn babies cry
Or the marching boots of utopian feet
Sloshing down all their blood stained streets

If only I could work the land
And meet my needs with my own hands
If only you would choose to see
Just what you steal is all I need

But the stupid way that you're theft's concealed
As the evolution of the ideal
Don't tell me the solution's near
What it tells me is the end is here

If only I could reach a hand inside my mind
And drag this serpent out into the light
Then you all would know, then you all would see
The fangs of the avaricious mouth you feed

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INTO THE BLUE

IF YOU WERE MY WIFE
YOU WOULD BE THE ONLY ONE
NEVER ONCE WOULD HAVE TO WONDER
IF THERE WAS ANOTHER ONE

I’D BE WITH YOU FOR LIFE
TILL DEATH DID MAKE US PART
EVEN THEN IT WOULDN’T END
IT WOULD ONLY BE THE START

CHORUS
INTO THE BLUE WITH YOU
WAY ON DOWN IN THE SEA OF LOVE
ALL THAT NOW’S BELOW’S ABOVE
INTO THE BLUE WITH YOU
WAY ON IN WHERE THE SPIRIT SINGS
LIFE GIVING WORDS OF SUCH WONDEROUS THINGS
IF YOU WERE MY ONLY ONE
WE WOULD HAVE A DARLING SON
HE WOULD BE OUR GREATEST JOY
HE WOULD BE OUR LITTLE BOY

WE WOULD HAVE A FAMILY
ONE THAT YOU COULD MAKE OUT TO BE
EVERYTHING THAT YOURS WAS NOT
YOU COULD HAVE A BRAND NEW START

CHORUS

IF YOU WERE MY WIFE
YOU WOULD BE THE ONLY ONE
IT WOULD BE AN HONOR TO ME
BUT YOU’RE NOT AND YOU WILL NEVER BE

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MAN IN THE MIDDLE

I'm the man in the middle, between the bottom and top
Should I go down, or should I climb up
I'm the man in the middle, between the front lin and back
Does the trumpet I hear mean retreat or attack

I'm the man in the middle, between the best and the worst
I'm the man in the middle, between the last and the first

Chorus

The glass is half empty, the glass is half full
I'm somewhere between a push and a pull
I'm the man in the middle, between opposing guns
And neither side is offering me any fun
I'm the man in the middle, between Divine and Absurd
And I'm always unsure if I need to be heard

I'm the man in the middle, between the wise and the fool
I'm the man in the middle, between the kind and the cruel

Chorus

I'm the man in the middle, between a buy and a sell
I'm the man in the middle, between heaven and hell

Chorus
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ONE SPEED WILLY

One Speed Willy, Generation Z
Floating like the Hindenburg, biting like a flea
One Speed Willy, kicks it into first
Kicks it into first again, then kicks it into first

Chorus

Future of the nation, salvation of the world
Stoic as a straightman for grand old Milton Berle
A sutured laceration, institutional malaise
Thought I remembered something somewhere of better days

One Speed Willy, plugging right along
The speed at which he sees it, nothing’s going wrong
One Speed Willy, coming down the line
You can take it easy, you have lots of time

Chorus

One Speed Willy, passive as a limp
His dues are paid up, the union will fight for him
One Speed Willy, supernatural bore
Riveting narrations senior malcontents adore

Chorus

One Speed Willy, useful idiot
Tape a sign around his neck and stick him in a rut
One Speed Willy, kid-classic dissident
Revolutionary hero, got something to resent
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CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY

So you chased him down the alleyway
Caught him at the riverbank
Standers-by say they heard the crack
When you slashed the pipe across his back

And as he crashed down to his knees
You throttled his pathetic pleas
Slipped the rope around his neck
And thrust a knee into his back

As he lay there in a daze
You pissed upon his bloodied face
Grabbed him by the hair and then
Pumped the bullet into his head
But you underestimated the vision of the blind
You underestimated the power of the lame
You underestimated the desire of those hungering for justice
You overestimated the importance of your name So you stand before Truth's blazing eyes
And enter the fire of His mind
The pain you feel, the death you die
Is the light you will no longer be denied TOP

WEEDING EDEN
There's a wilderness in my mind
There's a tangle in my soul
There's delusion unconfined
There's confusion overgrown

There's a land that should be mine
Filled with trash and choking vines
Beneath its trees I could be chillin'
But to clean this mess, I just ain't willing

Chorus

I'll just stay here in my little place
Hey, I don't care, its no disgrace
I'll just stay here in my little place
Hey, I don't care, its no disgrace

Come on in, let me show you around
Here's the big screen and a vibrating chair
Dip in the pool will cool you down
No, there's nothing over there

Brand new truck for lugging wood
Hey, everything is F'in good
Have a brandied bartlett pear
Makes you feel so debonair
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There's a wilderness in my mind
It really should be arable
I think my thoughts could be refined
I could really use a paprable

Something I could take a hold of
Remove this tangle from my soul
Something I could really comprehend
Something that would help me mend

Chorus

These stinging strangling limitations
This lame and languid situation
These stinging strangling limitations
This lame and languid situation

I know that I should spend some time
Save the trees from the choking vines
But I ain't much on sweating and bleeding
Its not my job to be weeding Eden

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MUDDLE THROUGH
LIFE ISN’T ALL BEER AND COOKIES
LIFE ISN’T ALL MONKEYS AND DREAMS
LIFE ISN’T A BOOGIE WOOGIE
LIFE ISN’T A BOWL OF CHUNKY ICE CREAM
CHORUS
BUT YOU FEEL ON, HAND TO THE WALL YOU MUDDLE ON THROUGH
YOU FEEL ON, TAKE WHAT GOD’S GIVEN, DO THE BEST YOU CAN DO
MUDDLE THROUGH
IT COMES AND IT GOES, IT GOES AND IT COMES
THE MIND IS DEAD CLOUDY, THEN A DAZZLING SUN
DON’T THINK FOR A MOMENT, NO NEED TO DESPAIR
GOD’S GIVEN MORE THAN THE HUMAN CAN BEAR

CHORUS

HEARTBREAKS AND DENIALS, AND 2 DAY VACATIONS
FINES AND INFRACTIONS, AND UNJUST TAXATION
PERMITS AND CITATIONS, LICENCE, INTEREST AND FEES
FIERY TRIALS TILL YOU FALL TO YOUR KNEES
CHORUS
YOU MAY THING YOU’RE SOMETHING, ONE TIME AND AGAIN
BUT YOUR ROLE IS UNCERTAIN IN GOD’S GREATER PLAN
YOU MAY THINK THERE’S SOMETHING GREAT YOU MUST DO
BUT IN THE END ALL YOU REALLY COULD DO WAS
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BEYOND THE PALE
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