Shadowbox

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Shadowbox

Shadowbox (from the album and play Immaculate Misconceptions)

The church is a shadowbox, who’s making the flame, makin’ the puppets.
The trees fall but make no sound, the Earth’s flat, spins round and round.

The priest is a psycho fox, who’s playing the game, cigarettes puffin’.
The lord calls the lost and found, asks if they’ve seen his Turin shroud.

The church is a shadowbox, who’s tossing the blame, and Bible thumpin’
Hymns ring, but make no sound. Their meaning is hollow now.

The priest is an astronaut, hanging by a thread, his whisky ain’t nothin’
The lord calls the lost and found, has anyone seen his thorny crown?

The church is a shadowbox, ignore the man behind the curtain.
The organ grinder makes a sound, pulpits and pews are pound for pound.

The priest is a bag of rocks, his glasses stained, the myrrh is burnin’.
The lord calls the lost and found, is the Holy Grail in town?

Lyrics, Music & Arrangement By:
© 2006 Jeremy J. dePrisco ASCAP

Category : IMLyric , Lyrics


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jjdeprisco

Owner of Pepperhead Studios, guitarist in Fricknadorable, and Electro-acoustic sound designer/experimenter.