home | sitemap | songwriters | news | guestbook | releases | buy | post-a-lyric | music studio | design studio | portfolio | services | rates | classified | links | bio | contact

RECYCLE

The large collider
As seen by outsider
Would be the end-of-the-world
Many in dread
Everyone fed
By the media flag unfurled

Black holes are painless
Fears are aimless
You just won’t be, after all
It’s only a theory
Don’t get all teary
You can still shop at the mall

Someday we’ll die
No need to cry
We really cannot choose
Have to make room
For the people boom
After we’ve had our great cruise

Particles big
Particles small
It’s all a part of the soup
All we do
Is finally renew
As part of another group

We’re made of star-stuff
It isn’t that rough
Been going on for all time
The world’s dynamic
No need for a panic
It’s all really quite benign

Destroy energy?
Break synergy?
It only changes and melts
Do you stand ready
Primed and steady
To morph into something else?

There’s no way in hell
Anyone can tell
What they will become
So make your mark
Or stay in park
And please pass the rum

The best you can do
Is wrestle the flu
And enjoy your reality
The universe won’t ask
For too great a task
Just be the best you can be

Man always needs
The blossoming seeds
Of some great and grand intention
He thinks he’s best
Above all the rest
But this is his own invention

The vine slowly creeps
Rust never sleeps
Everything returns to the fold
Entropy’s hand
can be quite grand
Remaking plans so bold

The concept of change
Can seem quite strange
Why have I come to be?
If only to change
And rearrange
On to infinity

The super collider
Is a provider
Of layers of Big Bang knowledge
Things we can know
Will help us to grow
And use more than we learned in college

It’s really sublime
For non-linear time
To stir your destiny
This quantum machine
Can open your dream
And expand the way you see

It’s no surprise
Through lots of lies
That we cling to our ways of being
From the beginning of time
And primordial slime
We’re taught one way of seeing

There’s this rumor
Said with humor
Of a laughing universe
The questions are given
The answers are hidden
Isn’t that a bit perverse?

Making dark matter
Quickly go splatter
Is a headlong rush to the answer
We look in the grooves
Of life’s flowing moves
Like a fluid fellow dancer

There is far more
Than we can explore
From our limited point of view
It’s a real strain
For our tiny brain
To fatham the cosmic glue

So I’ll bet a quark
You’re in the dark
As to how it all does work
The Universe has plans
That are not man’s
And that’s where the answers lurk