The Mad Conductor - The Parthenon lyrics

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The Mad Conductor - The Parthenon lyrics

With the Parthenon collapsed under Venetian bombardment And my 7.5" Creature confiscated by the policeman's department My Cosmo was at peace As the garment of the goddessa Kali Ma dropped to the floor But then the man from the draft board knocked on the door And just like that your Lord had me off to the war With seven crude chops of the sword to his neck He was down on the deck and out for the count I felt like Zeus as he exhaled a cloud And saw it take flight across the pale, blue light of the moon Chit-chattin' with the devil from the comfort of my living room The talk left my tattered head kinda like thread through a loom However if I must be a little more subtle I'll tell you about the time as I was walking through the rubble of a city That was burned and buried by German mercenaries And turned to cemetery on the third of February I was coolin' in my swamp front hovel as I felt the sky dawn the wrath of Thor And fire was born in a pa**ing storm And it tore through the Earth like a horn through a matador And it was...in San Salvador So they said to flea east, instead I fled west They caught me at rest in the shade of a friendly, old oak tree I felt the blade of my much hated enemy stroke me so gently I turned like the seasons, laughed with the rage of ten rabid hyenas As they shackled me up And chucked me like a ruck into the back of the truck Now I gotta maintain, I'm three times a brother And the one time son of a mother To make sense out of senselessness I gotta put it into terms that I can't understand So my natural can grasp it I spent the last several months in a cabinet Hangin' from the wall like a set of wrenches As a Tet offensive burned through the regiments of men And then cemented the once green world I really thought I had I'm talking mad As I focus beyond to the void through the knothole And noticed a long, black cloud rain down A colossal amount of lethal Vegemite all over the rooftops Then a rube dropped a lit camel light from his getaway plane Flames annihilated the terrain I was safe in the confines of brick As the bonfire stripped the flesh of many men And left a thick, rancid ash upstate New York style pile of snow For six miles or so Like a raven in the radio mast I saw the show unfold below Now I'm meditating in a cloud of mosquitoes Six breaths a minute 'til I found my aikido In a gloomy Zen temple Waiting for the General Armed with a sharpened lead pencil