Uncle Tim's Bench - Ephemeron Lyrics

Crying 'neath the umbra
Of Venite Ad Me Omnes
Cold below the golden gleam
Called Tender, Strong, and True
Life alone, Sweetness peppered
Hope is all but hidden
Stilling silence too unnerving
Not to think of You

You to whom things come so simple
Stern and stolid, dressed in Blues
Crowning emblem of my feeble psyche
Hero-Monster: hear me, You!

Still and silent, stone-faced Lady
Somebody stole your shiny Crown
I don't feel like dancing, either
Good God -- how contagious is your frown!
Mother Mary, Mother Mary
Mother Mary, please come down!
Madness violent, mind unquiet
If you don't I'm gonna have to shoot you down!

Bang Bang

We found your Crown, we boxed it up
And locked it in a glass display
Learning lessons from a Surly Snowman
After he done ran away
How I'd love to smash that glass
Wearing Ol' Saint Peter's dusty miter
I would snatch your Top Hat, I would make you tap dance
I would light your Golden Globe on fire!

Dance! Dance!

Descend your scaffold, Statue-Lady
Believe in me, my Hero-Monster
Frozenness - yea, though she linger
Shall not linger any longer!

Let's dance