Song Description
Death becomes a narrative. Life is an affirmation!
| Song Length |
5:35 |
Genre |
Jazz - Religious, Blues - Gospel |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Serene, Composed |
Subject |
Existence, Healing |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Dr Death
.............he came to me this morning.......
Early doors...a silent text ...no warning........
The little death...the ego......
Shallow substance....I think me no go
Manipulative Madge.....naa think she owns the joint!
Eyes a twisted messenger...agghh she has a point....
A Rosicrucian garment...she let the tumbrils roll...
Rosaries n'liturgies.....mercy on their Soul...
Now we'er crossing over.....traditions dressed with tricks...
"let me introduce you to the owner of the Styx..."
Shackled by the emotional bond as a child....
Hiding behind a few laughs and a smile
Tears of a Clown for a while
Never me going the extra mile....
St Peter and a Buddhist...nothing much to do......
Life and love and living....time to follow through....
Your poison and your pathos.....your stitch-up and your sting...
Ringing round my ears ..it don't mean a thing!
He.....he keeps calling.....Spirits just say no....
Kkleptoparasitic...nowhere left to go!
It ain't the orientation.......aint the meaning.....
Ain't the way my soul is leaning.......
I love this life....I love this breath.....
Just ain't got time ....for Dr Death!