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Lyrics:
[Verse]
Knock on the door to your sacred cathedral
The Pope
The Bishop
And the Mother Superior
Father O'Connor and your Saint Francis
Say I don't deserve it
Just get in the basket

[Chorus]
Throw in your stone
God bless your soul
Hey
God bless your soul

[Verse 2]
Got a black hat
Matches my black cat
Naked in the woods
Everybody don't like that
Say I'm crazy
A little unholy
But when you're feeling lonely
Baby
Then you all know me

[Chorus]
Throw in your stone
God bless your soul
Hey
God bless your soul

Heretic

My Poem turned into song

The unsettled man

(a fable)


I came upon a man, unsettled

Wandering a barren land

He'd lost his hope and joy somewhere

So, I took his trembling hand


I told him I had lost my heart

And my soul had flown away

But, together, perhaps, we could find

A better place to stray


We came across a weeping girl

With skin of obsidian black

Her flesh was torn and gaping red

Where the whip had left its tracks


She said, I fear you think my skin

Is weaker than your own

We kissed her wounds and held her tight

For we are all just flesh and bone


We wandered far, hand in hand 

Discarding footprints of our sorrows

A chain of flesh to plough the earth

And sow seeds for new tomorrows


Soon we were a hundred strong

And then a thousand fold

All colours, creed and persuasions

Breaking oppressive moulds


We fought with love instead of hate

To suppress benighted crowds

Turned rifles to wisteria

And missiles into clouds 


And laid beneath the golden sun

Our utopia took its shape

And for many an enlightened year

We siphoned of its wake


Forests grew, and flowers bloomed 

As humanity regaled in bliss

We foraged hope, nurtured love

And hate we did not miss


But minds become forgetful

To the seeds of jealousy

And they grow and sprout like thistles 

In the world's periphery


They grew until the earth yawned wide

With fury & fire released

The blackest smoke blotted the sun

Choking our world of peace


They gouged our eyes, flayed our skin 

And beat us to the ground

Mercy and compassion 

Were no-longer to be found


But one of us escaped

On bloody knees and trembling hands

He became a man, unsettled

Wandering barren lands.



© Stephen W Atkinson 2020




The Unsettled Man (A fable)

Published North East poet with a love of lyrics & music tries his hand at using controversial AI to construct some of his original lyrics & poems into song. The results are, like the technology itself, sometimes staggering. 
Humour, mental health, love, loss, nostalgia & heritage are all explored, as well as a few of his darker offerings.
Stephen acknowledges AI can never, & should never replace  real musicians, they will always be the rhythm in our bones. But, for poets & lyricists not blessed with musical ability, it can be a wondrous rabbit hole to fall into...

Any 'real' musicians wanting to replicate or do their own version of any of Stephen's 'songs' are quite welcome to try. Just DM Stephen on here with your version. 
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The Unsettled Man (A fable)

Stephen W Atkinson

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