"God" Has/Got tha BLUES! He Is Not Yet "Beaten"!("Butt BEATEN And Bruised"! )
William Wallace Sturdivant(Will I Am is Mr. X): vocal/guitar/lyrical improv.
Ronnie Wayne Cutrer (Morte Amore): Lyrics/bass improv.
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Written out of depression and despair during the early 1990’s due to Christians(mainly my family members) not being able to comprehend or accept the “logical” discernment of s_c_r_i_p_ture as being Truth… persistently ever present, fresh, real, ”current”… “always” and in all ways… “personally” true and “Alive”… “on purpose”… FOR THAT “Purpose”… and nothing else! They would always tell me, “Satan Knows The Scriptures… TOO!!!”
***During this improvisation using "My Words", William does some "ad-lib lyrics" of His Own(out of compassion for what I was going through). "His Lyrics" are being shown within the ***.
Although, I am NOT "positively certain" that he hasn't "intermingled" some of "my own lyrics" within this "Ad-Lib" Of HIS.
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Hopelessly Inspired:
My heart is crying… Tears of blood fill the streets.
My soul is dying… The women shall wail and weep.
You see my face… And you spit in it.
You hear my voice… And you cut out my tongue.
My sight is fading fast… Darkness is rolling in.
My life is leaving fast… And you die in your sin.
My heart is crying… Take my tears and put them in your vial.
My heart is crying still… Tears of blood, they fill the aisles.
Hopeless, I sit and weep… Hopeless…
***Can you come and teach me? Come and teach me. It’s the path that the Hermit treads. He’s got his light. He’s got his wit. He’s got his wisdom in his heart. There is no way we shall depart. Oh no! It’s not hopeless anymore. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I can see the light in his hands. And on the mountain top I can see him. I can hear him. He’s saying come! Come with me to an island in the sea. Where we can keep the silent wind inside! Keep the spirit inside where we can hide. There’s no way out. There is no way in. It’s just there. No way! Nothing hopeless! Nothing! Saw the lovers. Saw the lovers once. I saw the lion and the eagle. And I saw them dancing in the water. And I saw them speaking in the fire. I saw them there. It’s never hopeless! The Fool says! It’s never hopeless! But just then Satan stepped in and pulled the curtains from my eyes.***
And I saw black and I saw red and I saw white…
And I saw “Green”… And I saw “Red”… And I saw “White”… And I saw “Black”.
***But I know there is a foundation in Temperance. I know there is! And there I will stand… On the mountain top… And share the wind with a “friend”… Share the “wind” with a “Friend”… Share the Wind! With a Friend!***
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