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Two Wolves By John Flynn
A Native American grandfather
found his grandson crying after school
And discovered from the sobbing child
that a playground bully had been cruel
I wish that I could hurt him said the child
And when I get big that’s what I’ll do
That will make me sad said the grandfather
For then I’ll know the dark wolf’s taken you
Chorus:
There are two wolves
There are two wolves
And within each heart these two wolves fight
One is hatred, rage and darkness
And the other wolf is love and light
The old man put his arms around the child
and said the thing you want is called revenge
But when you try to hurt the one who’s hurt you
That’s the moment you become like them chorus
Being human I have felt it too
The child looked into the ancient eyes then
Said Grandfather tell me what to do chorus
The old man said child do not fear this battle
Though each wolf will make the other bleed
It is in your power to choose the victor
The wolf that wins shall be the one you feed chorus
© 2005 Flying Stone Music
E-Mail (owed to Arlo) by John Flynn
Got out of bed today before the dawn
I made some coffee, turned my laptop on
I checked my email despite some foreboding
Five hours later it was still downloading
CHORUS:
Don’t send me no email
Bout pleasing no female
Or getting drugs wholesale
Or saving no beached whale
Don’t want to refinance
Or change what’s in my pants
Please desist and curtail
this sending of email
Each day as I stare at my blinking
cursor
It seems the problem’s only getting worser
I used to love email but now I hate it
I have been virtually inundated
by hyper links to hyperactive shows
Of pulchritude, pills, and politicos
This fusillade has got my inbox groaning
And though I’m awfully glad that you’re not phoning chorus
chorus
Bridge:
When every one of these cyber secretions
Is picked and clicked to mark it for deletion
I push the button and I vanquish them
Just in time to do it all again
Well I remember… seems like yesterday
They drew a circle round the letter a
They stuck it on the end of my first name
And ever since my life ain’t been the same
Well Scottie you had better beam me up
’cause my computer’s got bulimia
It binges on e-mail and then it purges
Tell Mr. Spock time next time he gets the urges… chorus
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….
No spam, thank you ma'am!!! Email ….
Oh, please ask them if they’ll
cease, desist and curtail
Don’t send me no email
© 2005 Flying Stone Music
My Father’s Cathedral by John Flynn
My father’s cathedral has many
churches
has many temples, has many mosques
My father’s cathedral has many doorways
Don’t try to tell me some doors are locked
My mother’s mansion has many houses
has many dwellings, has many rooms
My mother’s children are all invited
Who gets to live where? we can’t presume
My brother’s fields have beautiful gardens
With many vineyards and many vines
My brother’s fields have many who labor
All those who labor will drink his wine
My father’s cathedral has many benches
Pews where the stranger may rest his feet
My father’s cathedral has many aisles
I don’t need an usher, I’ll find my own seat
© 2005 Flying Stone Music
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