NEW LIVES IN HEAVEN

He's something straight out of my head. Probably the idea developed after listening to Judee Sill [and if you haven't listened to her, then you really should]. Enchanted Sky Machines floats the idea that flying saucers [or whatever they are called these days] will come and save the faithful.

WAITING FOR THE SAUCERS

Before dawn we were on the hill

singing hymns of celebration

confirmation this was the day

we would transcend

to our promised new lives in Heaven

The drizzle did not dampen

the gawkers and cameras did not make us falter

that came later in the full light of day

wet to the skin cold to the bone

perhaps Salvation did not beckon that February day

Conscious of my weak chest

my Mother was the first to question

in twos and threes we walked away

turned back to our earth lives

I have never felt as alive as I did on that hill

I'm rather fascinated by cults, the idea that some old white man [and they usually are] can tell others how to live is weird to say the least, but when they announce the end of the world is neigh, then they need sectioning. The best line Bob Dylan ever came up with was: don't follow leaders, watch your parking meters- enough said.  

Here is the magnificent Ms Sill. If you get a chance to watch the recent documentary then take it.

Until next time.