NO MORE LOVE (2000)

Remix available on "Remixxit" (2011)

There is an obvious attraction to the path of least satisfactory… strength…
There is a warring of matter molecules singing war chants in here…
Reveling in the nucleus never quite making it’s way….
A slipknot tie for the blue ribbon question; what is fear?


A heart that wants an answer
To a head that will not question at all…
And if it happens one more time…
The pillars of  a boy are going to fall….


Because there is no more love
Than that which we make…
No more time… than how long we wait
No more…. Mmm…  art
Than what we create….


There’s a little boy having intercourse with word power religion…
A god that lost japan in the great war for his soul…
There is a meditation of physic mathematics playing beats per minute in him….
A little girl in the mirror wondering where did her baby go?


An open suggestion
To a forum of who we were not mattering now…
A nuclear bomb falling
Through the light threatening love verses the speed of sound….


And there is no more truth
That what we believe…
No more vision
That which we will see…
No more… mmm life
Than what we will breathe…


There is no more money
Than what we will spend…
No more answer than what we question…
No more… mmmm beginning
Than that which we end…


A liquid body we all grope to get more
(more what?)
Losing ourselves in the lunatic war…
For more….
(more what?)


There’s a slight apprehension from the boy to the ending of chance….
A conjuring of a prayer sent to a god that only exists part time…
A grievance of perfection sadly lost in the bows of indecision….
A rhythmic insecurity rattling the bondage play realization loss of protection American chains on his mind…


A blue boy shock scream
Coming from a dirty black bird….
Who riddled the whole book of love
Out of the ending of quite a long word….


And there is no more regret
Then that which we reveil
No more exhaustion than that which we feel
No more… mmm illusion
Than that which we think is not real…


No more words
Than those that we say
No more religion, than what we will pray
No more… mmm… restitution
Than that which we pay


There is no more love
Than that which we make
No more time… than which we will wait
No more… mmm… art
Than what we create…


There is no more money
Than what we will spend…
No more answer than what we question…
No more… mmmm beginning
Than that which we end…
END © October 28, 2003 ARRFBC (New lyrics)