"Glimpses of Nirvana"



In the darkness of the night, only occasionally relieved by glimpses of

nirvana as seen through other people's windows, wallowing in a morass of

self-despair made only more painful by the knowledge that all I am is of my

own making. When everything around me, even the kitchen ceiling, has

collapsed and crumbled without warning. And I am left, standing in the eye

of a well looking up and wondering why and wherefore. At a time like this,

which exists maybe only for me, but is nonetheless real, if I could

communicate, and in the telling and the bearing of my soul anything is

gained, even though the words which I use are pretentious and make you

cringe with embarrassment, let me remind you of the pilgrim who asked for

an audience with the Dalai Lama. He was told he must first spend five

years (in) contemplation. After the five years, he was ushered into the

Dalai Lama's presence, who said, "Well, my son, what do you wish to know?"

So the pilgrim said, "I wish to know the meaning of life, father." And so

the Dalai Lama smiled and said, "Well my son, life is like a beanstalk,

isn't it?"



Held close by that which some despise

Which some call fate, and others lies

And somewhat small for one so tall

A doubting Thomas? Who would be?

It's written plain for all to see

For one who I am with no more

It's hard at times, it's awful wrong



They say that Jesus healed the sick and helped the poor

And those unsure believed his eyes - a strange disguise

Still write it down, it might be read

Nothing's better left unsaid

Only sometimes, still no doubt

It's hard to say, it all works out



"'Twas Tea-Time at the Circus"



'Twas tea-time at the circus

King Jimmy, he was there

Through hoops he skipped, highwires he tripped

And all the while the glare

Of the aching, baking spotlight

Beat down upon his cloak

And though the crowd clapped furiously

They could not see the joke



'Twas tea-time at the circus

Though some might not agree

As jugglers danced and horses pranced

And clowns clowned endlessly

>From trunk to tail, the elephants

Quite silent, never spoke

And though the crowd clapped desperately

They could not see the joke



"The Autumn of My Madness"



In the autumn of my madness

When my hair is turning grey

For the milk has finally curdled

And I've nothing left to say

When all my thoughts are spoken

(Save my last departing verse)

Bring all my friends unto me

And I'll strangle them with words



In the autumn of my madness

Which in coming won't be long

For the nights are now much darker

And the daylight's not so strong

And the things which I believed in

Are no longer quite enough

For the knowing is much harder

And the going's getting rough



"Look to Your Soul"



I know if I'd been wiser

This would never have occurred

But I wallowed in my blindness

So it's plain that I deserve

For the sin of self-indulgence

When the truth was read quite clear

I must spend my life amongst the dead

Who spend their lives in fear

Of a death that they're not sure of

Of a life they can't control

It's all so simple really,

If you just look to your soul



Some say that I'm a wise man

Some think that I'm a fool

It doesn't matter either way

I'll be a wise man soon

For the lesson lies in learning

And by teaching, I'll be taught

For there's nothing hidden anywhere

It's all there to be sought

And so if you know anything

Look closely at the time

For others who remain untrue

And won't commit that crime, yeah...



It's all so simple, really,

If you'll just look to your soul



"Grande Finale"





THE END