Witch’s Apprentice
I dreamed I was a witch’s apprentice
but she didn’t know my true name
I learned all her spells too quickly for a novice
And it sent her into such a rage
So I ran to you but you were with another
piece of pretty meat on your bed
I cried out but you wouldn’t listen
cause the hair between your fingers it was red, red, red
yeah the hair between your fingers, it was red
I ran to a bar that should’ve been condemned
by the Dream Police ten years ago
A bird headed lady sat next to a Jackal
and they whispered in tones so low:
“Go to the fire, girl, and raise your fist in the air
It’s not too late to know you are alive
Don’t trust the water, and don’t drink the wine
The prettiest things are made of lies, lies, lies
yeah the prettiest things are made of lies.”
So I hopped a train heading out East of Eden
West into the Land of Nod
An old vagabond with the skull of a Thunderbird
emerged from the shadowed boxcar
He looked like hell but said to call him Shakespeare
he knew every line of every play
He spoke in sonnets to the Dark Lady
Who taught him how to hop the dream train
He said:
“Go to the fire, girl, and raise your fist in the air
It’s not too late to know you are alive
Don’t trust the water, and don’t drink the wine
The prettiest things are made of lies, lies, lies
yeah the prettiest things are made of lies.”
I landed in a field of corn people
who’d just woken up from Creation
They couldn’t see but they could still remember
A time when they were not separate
Then the field opened up and the dream came down
We saw a city inside a fiery lake
And the angels of the earth and the fire spirits
All screamed in fits of jealousy
AND I RAN to the fire
And raised my fist in the air
Cause it’s not too late, I know that I’m alive
I won’t drink your water
Or trust your wine
and the pretty things you tell me
they are lies, lies, lies
All the prettiest things are made of lies.
