Words & Music by Michael Ubaldini- copyright 2000
TAKEN FROM THE ALBUM
" AMERICAN BLOOD " CRITICALLY ACCLAIMED INDIE RELEASED BY SONGWRITER POET MICHAEL UBALDINI
I saw chariots of fire burn into the great unknown
I saw a groom at the altar standing all alone
I saw a red, white and blue
Down in the river of blood
I saw diseased rats devour what was left of love
The false prophet spoke, from his lips
Sugar dripped sweet
The Arch Angel walked over the dead bodies in the street.
The false prophet came, they put a crown on his
Head, the crown wasn’t made of thorns.
This was gold instead
They sent a limo to the airport
From the podium he spoke
All races believed what he said, blinded by rose colored
Smoke, the false prophet spoke
The governments were on his side
The Arch angel had to cut the rope of those hung
Before they were tried.
I don’t wanna see visions, they’re making me insane
Pictures flashing in my mind, eating up my brain
Polaroid’s of life left to drown out at sea
Killers clothed with the robe of democracy
The President of the company
Sat back and grinned in the office chair.
The Arch Angel played a Gibson guitar but they
Couldn’t find him anywhere
The false prophet came and gave flowers to the
Children. He was workin’ on their innocence
Like a master surgeon
All the women loved him for he came in peace
The rich and the poor and the homeless in the street.
They celebrated with party’s and great global parades. The Arch Angel sharpened his sword
Smiled and sipped his lemonade.
I heard a church bell tower ringing loud
The media came, it drew a huge crowd.
The false prophet was smiling he wore a golden robe,
He was challenged to a fight on the side of the road.
Plagues they came, spewed up from the earth,
The I.R.S. claimed pay per view and the
Possessions left of worth.
I saw the beloved prophet take off his mask
He drank dollars and cents from an engraved
Whiskey flask. He fooled all the rebels cause he
knew that tattoos were in. They all had his name
Tattooed on their skin.
Heartbroken they cried, as they heard the
Undertakers bell, they drank milk from the bowls
Of contaminated wells.
Then I saw a clash in the walls of the sky
Bloodshed and great ships. Three headed pirates
with patches on their eyes
The world was face down in a grave with nowhere to run;
I saw a battle that RAGED, then took away the sun.
The Arch Angel stood tall. The referee raised his hand. The false prophet took the fall. But with him he took
The souls of fellow man
Welcome to Global America
The globalization of America
If history repeats itself my friend,Rome will fall again.