Oh, soothsayer, Olde Poor Player
Endless night, and Come-one-day-er
Speak the future, Say a prayer
Tell our people of what will be
Long-assed travels, long-assed journey
Ever turning, ever yearning
In our hearts forever burning
Sweet desire of eyes to see

Never bolder, never colder
Never born yet never older
Love and passion’s hard withholder
Show the way, and light the fire
Come ye hither, come ye yonder
Old prophetic union bonder
Speak of times when we were fonder
Full of lust and love’s desire

Once were peaceful, once were charming
Never hurting, never harming
Never killing, now embalming
Breathless corpses so newly made
Rebel priest you rebel cantor
Fill our souls with pointless banter
Raging youth outrageous rant-er
Creating games so recent played

Give new purpose, give new meaning
Thus enlighten, deftly gleaning
Skillful ways and means of screening
Traps of quicksand, tar pits flowing
Oil filled masses stuck and smelling
Burning nostrils so compelling
Well-kept secrets never telling
What direction we’re all going

