Tin Pan Alley

Cold Hearted Woman

You Can't Lose What You Ain't Never Had

How Unlucky Can One Man Be

Chicago Blues Session Volume 3

So Easy To Love You

F... Around and Find Out..mp3

> Quod tibi, hoc alteri, ne alteri quod non vis tibi.

At the root of all state power’s might
Lie cannibal principles, old:
The golden rule dressed up as right,
Morals princes and kings uphold.
What suits Jove is pleased as can be—
Not so for the ox, it is plain.
But the leaden font’s decree
Is tattooed in the brain—
In each vein.

Do as I do!
Repeat after me!
Dash!!!
Stretch your arms in a ragged span,
Warm by fire, wash in the ash,
Each with a fair share— loss and victory— as man.

At the heart of every law,
Be it precedent, dogma’s decree—
An idol from icons of yore,
Peering into you and me.
Frost, when it passes the pools,
Turns all into shards of ice.
A law must be earned as a rule—
By each simple soul’s sacrifice.

Do as I do!
Repeat after me!
Blame!!!
It suits us well—death, a gift for the brother.
The garden of pleasures, the triptych of shame—
Three fates for three—scarred, living, one after another.

All morals begin, in the end,
With fortune’s sardonic sneer.
We did not write the tablets, my friend—
They were read aloud for us to hear.
One stencil fits all to the wall—
The law the same for all blood.
They say Al Capone, enthralled,
Heard his sentence—and wept where he stood.

Do as I do!
Repeat after me!
Growl!!!
Clamp the golden bit in your teeth.
It will be well soon, just wait, dear soul—
Who’s last for the ferry beneath?—
I’ll follow foul.

How Unlucky Can One Man Be

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