John Ball’s Blues

For Cromwell’s pewter crown
The greenwood’s burning down
One vast orgasmic ‘yes’ (x2)

The dreamer is prisoner to the dream
The shoreline is warden to the sea
What once was hidden
Now is fully seen
We are exiles from eternity

For every man there is a bait
He can’t help but swallow
The dog returns to it’s own mess
For comfort and to wallow

Desires harden into habits
Once used you just replace them
I can’t keep track of every toll
Road I’ve ever taken

Reaching for the storm inside the eye
Mutilated birds fall from the sky

Examining the follies of a life
Difficult to miss and hard to like

When Adam delved and Eve span
Who then was the gentleman?
When Adam delved and Eve span
Who then was the gentleman?