The Lively And Lovely Lava Lamp Man

Into a dim and dismal heart-land town
Whose dull and lifeless lights were all turned down
There came a traveling little motley tramp
A multi-colored minstrel and a clown
Who lightly dancing in the dark and damp
The pallid people scowled at like a scamp
For little did the frowning townsfolk know
His lovely heart shone like a lava lamp

How deep inside his soul he was aglow
With rainbows of emotion in a flow
That slowly burst in multi-colored balls
Like brilliant bubbles cheerful children blow
And when he strolled by lonely market stalls
And spryly danced down long and darkened halls
His beautiful and youthful inner light
Cast colored shapes and shadows on the walls

For he had inner beauty that was bright
Unlike the people whose pale shades of white
Depended on a central power source
One that controlled their moods both day and night
For they were plugged in to an evil force
A greedy ghost machine with no remorse
That drained the life-blood from the people who
Were led along a dark destructive course

And though he juggled red and green and blue
Bedazzling balls of every happy hue
And tried to bring them joy with buoyant tunes
Like roving merry minstrel jesters do
Though he blew up big beautiful balloons
And strung the streets with flowery festoons
These people so complacently resigned
Believed he was the biggest of buffoons

For they all lacked an open heart and mind
And their glazed eyes by glaring lights were blind
And so they sadly failed to heed and see
The way the motley man hoped they would find
That festive light that shines inside for free
That’s isn’t wired up diabolically
To some great power grid that takes it’s toll
For though he tried to show them truthfully

How deep inside each happy heart and soul
There is a lovely living light that’s whole
That brightly beams so brilliantly inside
And is beyond big brother’s cruel control
Though with his wondrous eyes that were so wide
The little traveling motley tramp had tried
To fill old lonely faces full with cheer
And brighten up the ones whose souls had died

Those pallid people who were full of fear
Refused to open up their hearts and hear
The message of the multi-colored clown
They didn’t seem to want him nowhere near
And so those scowling townsfolk with a frown
So sadly drove him from their loveless town
For they preferred a place it would appear
Where dull and lifeless lights are all turned down

iamthebeatles & david michaels