feet of clay

I wrote this song in 1993. yowza. These lyrics are older than my daughter.
Today, though, beginning the season of Lent I thought it was appropriate to revisit them.

Feet of Clay
This is the set of tools that I came with
started me out on the road that I travel.
This is an angry piece of architecture
this is a work gone bad.
Hands made from plaster of patience
Eyes formed in pools of politeness
this is an angry piece of architecture
this is a sudden plea.

If I stay in the road, feet of clay, heavy load
If I stand in these places, feet of clay, open spaces
Melt the chains with my fever
I will travel so much further
have no map to find my way
nothing left but feet of clay.

This is the crowd of people that gathered
this is the social net I was caught in
started to feel like Venus in cages
whispering down the wisdom of ages.
This is the time I take to tell you
covers a lot of ground in the rear view.
This is an angry piece of architecture
this is a black silhouette.

If I stay in the road, feet of clay, heavy load
If I stand in these places, feet of clay, open spaces
Melt the chains with my fever
I can travel so much further
have no map to find my way
nothing left but feet of clay.

Listen to tales and follow their meaning
things are not always just what they’re seeming.
This is an upscale neighborhood
I want to walk on the grass.
Heart made from strong metal fibers
Spirit made from stuff of the strongest.
This is an angry piece of architecture
this is a work in progress.

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