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God never listened to Charlie Parker

Charlie Parker lived in vain

Blasphemer, womaniser,

Let a needle numb his brain

Wash away his monkey music

Damn his demons, Damn his pain

And what’s the point of Albert Einstein

What do we need Physics for?

Heresy’s his inspiration

Corrupt and rotten to the core

Curse his devious mathematics

Curse his deadly atom war

There’s a message on the wind

Calling me to glory somewhere

There are signs too deep for the dumb

Like perfume in the air

And when I get to Heaven

I won’t realise I’m there

Shakespeare, Isaac Newton

Small ideas for little boys

Adding to the senseless chatter

Adding to the background noise

Hard to hear my oratory

Hard to hear my inner voice

Van gogh, Botticelli

Scraping paint onto a board

Colour is the fuel of madness

That’s no way to praise the Lord

Grey’s the colour of the pious

Knelt upon the misericord

There’s a message on the wind

Calling me to glory somewhere

There are signs too deep for the dumb

Like perfume in the air

And when I get to Heaven

I won’t realise I’m there

I’m familiar with the cover

I don’t need to read the book

I police the world of action

Inside’s where I never look

Got no time to help the worthless

Lotus-eaters, Mandarins, crooks

There’s a message on the wind

Calling me to glory somewhere

There are signs too deep for the dumb

Like perfume in the air

And when I get to Heaven

I won’t realise I’m there

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