I was living alone in a strange apartment in Astoria. The Landlord and his daughter lived above me. The daughter was a grown woman who never left the house and would often throw very loud and frightening temper tantrums. I invited her to see "The Passion of the Christ" with me. She declined. She was afraid of the blood and guts. After seeing the movie by myself, I returned to that apartment that night and a line came to me "Jesus was a reasonable man".
Jesus was a reasonable man.
I love him more then I love what I am.
My mother loved me, my father loved me.
I wanted a life full of love,
people around me like heaven above.
Now I’m all alone and I feel like a fool
but I’m cool.
If I burned bridges of bastards
I knew with my gold,
if I learned how to grow old,
time would be kind, so would I
so would this heart of mine.
Let it shine, let it stay,
resurrect or decay.
I wanted to live like a king,
the wonderful things that greatness brings.
But I can not rob and I don’t have a job,
so I’m cool.
I took out the old pair of pliers,
twisted myself into what I admire.
So now I talk about work and I feel like a jerk
with no humble desire.
If god had a place in the base of my heart,
I might not mind when I find
everything falling apart like these plans
to be a gentle man.
With everyone looking for something to do,
I was there looking for you.
Now you’re not here and your ghost is here too,
just as well, cause you aint exactly a savior
and this ain’t exactly hell.
I had the most wonderful dream.
I fell in a pool, blue water, chlorine.
When I lost all my air I did not care.
I was cool.