Centerfold

Copyright 2009 Cheryl Anderson
From “The Long Countdown”

Tell me a story that I don’t know
sell me a hero tonight
ride me away into the horizon
I will not take your bribes
“Six thousand years, happily married,”
she said with pain in her face.
“My honey’s a lady, she keeps the pose,
cooks good, never complains…”

Give me a God who never condemns
and an Angel who never bows
Give me a man who’ll never grow soft
and I’ll give you my heart in a shroud
Give me a song that doesn’t reek
with the stench of calculation
Give me an art that doesn’t bleed
and I’ll give you a dying sun

Cause the sun is dyin’, you know, it’s just a matter of Time
When we reach the Centerfold, will you be searching for the Light?
Or will you carry your own inside?

Give me your tired, your poor, your hungry
and I’ll give you the wandering stars
who people the galaxy with heretical songs
from Saturn and Mars
Hop in the car and we’ll drive like bats
through the underworld desert and sing
Anthems to countries lost to the waves
and the Source of everything.

Give me a gun and I’ll give you a Rose
and a book to explain these lines
Give me a kiss and I’ll give you a sigh
for we are no slaves to Time, no,
We are no slaves to Time….

Cause Time is dyin’, you know, it’s just a matter of the Signs.
When we reach the Centerfold, will you be looking for the Light?
Or will you carry your own inside?
Will you carry your own inside?