Always keep it simple
that’s what the good book says.
Follow your heart
not all the voices in your head.
When your best laid plans
slowly slip thru clothing hands.
And those golden dreams that you believe in
start to crumble like a castle made out of sand.
When you find the fear of being all alone growing
stronger then the moral valve’s for which you stand.
Just pick yourself up, shake it off…
and learn from your mistakes.
Faith is like a river
that flows thru the valleys of your life.
Into those fertile fields of uncertainty
where all your independent thoughts are born.
You can trap yourself in the comfort zone of asking
“Ok then, but what came first”.
As you dine at thee banquet table of self-importance
where your soul slowly dies of spiritual thirst.
While the baptism of your greed is the addiction
that blinds you from the truth.
Oh, that coat of many colors that you wear
will never hide the real you.
Ahh, you gotta go thru
what ya gotta go thru
just to get to where you think you belong.
But when you finally get to
where you thought you had to go to
you might find that where you got to
ain’t no place at all.
With total selfish abandon
we keep crashing into other people’s lives.
All those head-on collisions
it’s a miracle that we still somehow survive.
Everything that once held sacred
now can be bought, rented or sold.
Thru endless circles of spinning explanations
don’t it seem we’ve started speaking in tongues.
Even the profits inside the heretics cathedral
have decided to put God on trial.
Did you not hear the devil laughing?
when those towers of Babelcame crashing down.
Now we are standing at a crossroad
temptations on every side.
From all those dangerous obsessions
to the blind leading the blind.
But there is not one among us here
in whom evil does not dwell.
And at sometime on some point in every life
that evil masters each one of us.
It’s not having been in the house of darkness
but having left by the front door that counts.
Echo’s from the mountain that still whisper…
Love can conquer all.
Now ya gotta go thru
what ya gotta go thru
just to get to where you think you belong.
But when you finally get to
where ya thought you had to go to
you might find that whore you got to
ain’t no place at all.
© Michael de Jong ® Dutch Uncle Music STEMRA 2005
