Well I started off trying to write a toada which is a kind of hymn with that bum-ta-bum pah rhythm. I was like, this will be a light, happy uplifting thing, and then this comes out.. hahahaha

#folk #acousticonetake #singersongwriter

The man who rules the sun came from across the sea born of flesh and blood same as you and me

covered up the sky in a painting with blue eyes said miracles would fall in the rain

pointed all his guns at where the water runs for his miracles you’ll have to pay

the man who rules the sun lives upon a ship robots get things done computers chart the trip

and from the bloody sand where all his pilgrims stand to build his castle high upon the bones

a flicker in the night the hologram’s not right a memory is born of a home

the man who rules the sun sits upon his frond a battle has begun for the minds among the throng

as the nightmare spreads and the village fills with dread some fight back at where the fear is made

the dead they fill the road as the fearful seize control following their master to the grave

the man who rules the sun doesn’t want to die believes the war is won he’ll live forever in the sky he clutches at the rays of light passing through his face fading into just an ugly song

blue eyes painted on the clouds of a god they made look proud they would fracture back to nature before long

the man who rules the sun says that all the light is his and he’ll protect you from any shadows you have kissed

and as his castle grows on a field of cawing crows where generations fill the dirty soil

no matter what is said or what lies inside your head the path to your salvation is not through toil