Pale Pigeon (2017)
Lyrics: ©2017 John T. Windle/Vaudeville John

Paranormal explained by science.
Appellants fell for the suggestions;
artful questions.
Natural to desire
guarantees of an afterlife,
forever salient sessions.

  Preying upon blessèd 
  desperate ignorants.
  Passing some silver 
  in hope of novel directions.
  Pastoral projections.

Her chest was heavy and then 
she thought spirits were passing through her,
hovering inside.
Fortean investigators 
found it was just that silent lethal 
carbon monoxide.

  Patterns of programming,
  difficult to undo.
  Just like 3 bowls of water,
  body-mind plays tricks on you
  but you are not a fool.

     (Interlude)

Every single case
was turned about face.

Shamans becoming redundant,
enigmas unravelled by knowledge;
Charlatan see-throughs.
Ecclesiastical respect
eroded by the providence of
testable half-truths.

  Eyes opened and enlightened,
  question everything.
  Rhythms escape from the random;
  tuneful, universal hymns.
  Beauty sings.

Enough of the above,
don't forget to love
the story of a dinosaur
the scariest you ever saw
that turned into a dove.

Lyrics: ©2017 John T. Windle/Vaudeville John