Don’t want to be a face in a Past Life Gallery.
Don’t want to be an x-owner of this life
How does it all work?
How does it appear at last?

How many more rivers to cross before we come home?
How many thousands of galleries will we each fill?
Millions of memories all forgotten over time.
All our loved ones fade away into the past.

Death waits for us in whatever shape you perceive.
Death and time for a rest.
Rest a while it’s lovely.
It’s soothing to rest.

It’s time to slow down.
Your old life.
Your old man suit.
Yeah.

Your old brain is tired of thinking it all through.
Your old haunts de-haunted.
Your old hints re-hinted

They say Buddah could see his Past Life Gallery.
They say Buddah knew who he was at last.

All the criminals
All the saints
All the Jokers
All the Deuces

All the lives down the drain
All the long lives of toil
All the short lives of joy
All the sad lives of triumph
All the proud lives of despair

Come and check it out!
Who I was.
Which part of me was them.
Are we pearls on a string?

I don’t want to lose myself again.
I’m happy being me.

Love swirls around your feet like leaves
You pull on faces
You pull on lives
You pull on the chain

You were a beggar man for the king

You had your turn
Your turn in the sun
You were the emperor of Rome
You were some stupid Nero

You were a slave to a slave
And you were a Caucasian goat girl
You were everybody else
And how you lived and died

And how you came back
And how you don’t remember

Roll Out Roll Out Roll Out
The Gallery of Past Lives

If only you could see them stretched out like a river in the sun
As you flow down the stream so merrily
Rushed over rapid cities
And Bombay from the air

You come back and you come back and you come back again
Can’t even remember who you’ve been
Come and visit the Gallery of Past Lives
Come and see who you used to be

A tapestry weaving back to this earthly earth
You have always been arriving here
Destiny draws you on
Fate kicks you in the pants

People round here say you’re a witch
They’re intrigued in seeing you roast
They really intend to burn you my friend
I think that’s the bit they like most

Lords and Priests and Talking Beasts
Golden Calves and Telepaths
Crystal Skulls and screaming Girls
Woman glows tattooed with Snow
Colored mist man with fist
Men are strong when days are long
Dragons glide on Mountain Side

 What should the age limits be for the 2nd Contest? 

The show must go on
These people have paid
Standing in the wings
Feeling kinda sick
The fog sweeps down
Over the Marine city
Standin back stage
Trying to put on my shoes

Then I step out
Strangest reflection
In a strangers eyes