What Kind of World
As she lies here beside me asleep with the night.
Her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow,
Reflecting the flow of the winter moonlight.
But I've got to creep down the alley way,
Fly down the highway,
Before they come to catch me I'll be gone.
Somewhere they can't find me.
Oh baby, you don't know what I've done,
I've committed a crime, I've broken the law.
While you were here sleeping and just dreaming of me,
I held up and robbed a liquor store.
But I've got to creep down the alley way,
Fly
Hymn of the Ancient Misanthropic Spirit of the Forest
I hover, the moon is full above
Its silvery shine reflects in the water below
The night filled air surrounds me and we two are one
I smell it with my tongue, this is how I guard my home
This is the hymn of the ancient misanthropic spirit
The trees are the audience, they shall forever feed from it
No man has entered this land and returned to tell about it
I am the ancient misanthropic spirit of the forest
Once stigmatised by a sudden beam of light
A nimbus of hate protected my domain
The light fought hard but I was strong, so it tried in vain
Cast aside, forever slain, I fed well from its pain
Now in solitude I start to chant my hymn
A forest greets me so divine into its womb
A friend of theirs has died, I bury it in its tomb
And then we chant with sorrow, chanting this old tune