Early tunes

Dragon's Tail (I.Roure) 

I don't know why I bother tangling with you.
Delivering and dodging cross and crooked points of view.
This clockwork prosecution's wound up far too tight.
We were like proverbial peas in the pod,
'till you started mixing with an "autre petit pois,"
Now my former green fingers are clenched and turning white.
I wanted "happy ever after" and all that that entails,
But in this fantasy I've entered...

I'm only chasing the dragon's tail,
despite our flammable state.
'Round and 'round goes the dragon's tail,
Wish I could look the other way.

I can't seem to accept the explanation.
The concept seems so prone to misinterpretation,
I guess I don't credit some with eye sight sharp enough.
The differing degrees of affection and flirtation
Are hard enough for me to see despite the education,
Between them and you I'm on a pendulum of trust.
But now I'm sorry that I hurt you, I want to take it all back,
Put away the thumbscrews and the rack,

But I'm still chasing the dragon's tail,
despite our flammable state.
'Round and 'round goes the dragon's tail,
Wish I could look the other way.

Oh, 'round & round & round & round.

The Morning After (I. Roure)

Here comes a very good year
Ripe for  St John's delirious prophecy.
Open a dusty crate of fire and brimstone,
Hold the rationality.

As seen in Revelation,
God knows he's kept us waiting,
This time there's no escaping,
His Kingdom comes for sure.
Unlike the morning after the night before.

Take heed and drink from the cup
Of fear and suffer a taste that's heaven sent:
First plague then pestilence,
Praise the father
Before he starts the punishment...

As seen in Revelation,
God knows he's kept us waiting,
This time there's no escaping,
His Kingdom comes for sure.
Unlike the morning after the night before.

Who could resist such a potent concoction?
The ominous images -- God's martini defined.
We'll decline to the end dreary profane potations,
We'll guzzle and foam though we're sure to go blind.
Oh, oh, oh.

As seen in Revelation,
God knows he's kept us waiting,
This time there's' no escaping,
His Kingdom comes for sure.
But how the great occasion
paled beside expectations
Once more we'd been forsaken,
The day He'd come for sure
Was just the morning after the night before.