Gates of Eden

Each one wishing for what the other has got
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay

With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf
The motorcycle black Madonna
All and all can only fall

And wait for succeeding kings

Though it shadows metal badge
It doesn't matter inside the gates of Eden
At times I think there are no words
Relationships of ownership
From their fates try to resign
The cowboy angel rides
In the precious winds they rot

Leaving men wholly, totally free
Though its glow is waxed in black
Upon four-legged forest clouds
To those condemned to act accordingly

You will not hear a laugh
But still remains
With a crashing but meaningless blow
And there are no sins inside the gates of Eden

All except when 'neath the trees of Eden
Aladdin and his lamp
At dawn my lover comes to me
And her silver-studded phantom caused

Heading for the gates of Eden
Two-wheeled gypsy queen
And tells me of her dreams
The gray flannel dwarf to scream
They whisper in the wings
There are no kings inside the gates of Eden
But these to tell what's true

With his candle lit into the sun
And then complains

All except inside the gates of Eden
With a time-rusted compass blade
Sits with Utopian hermit monks
And I try to harmonize with songs

Who pick up on his bread crumb sins
Into the ditch of what each one means

A bed that is never mine
The lamppost stands with folded arms
The lonesome sparrow sings
The foreign sun, it squints upon
And on their promises of paradise
Side saddle on the golden calf
The savage soldier sticks his head in sand
To curbs beneath holes where babies wail
And the princess and the prince

Its iron claws attached
As friends and other strangers
The kingdoms of experience

And there are no trials inside the gates of Eden
To do anything they wish to do but die

As he weeps to wicked birds of prey
At ships with tattooed sails

While paupers change possessions
Discuss what's real and what is not
No sound ever comes from the gates of Eden