Wizard Divorce ~ Poetry / Lyrics ~ Stereo Types Stereotypes

Wizard divorce.

Wizard divorce.
Lizard remorse.
Lizard remorse.

Everything hums.
Everything hums.
The patch gets worse.
The patch gets worse.

Choir of ghosts.
Choir of ghosts.
Cathedral smoke.
Cathedral smoke.

Synthesizer custody.
Synthesizer custody.
Nobody joke.
Nobody joke.

Wizard divorce.
Wizard divorce.
Do not touch the wires.
Do not touch the wires.

He came with one keyboard.
He left with seventeen.
Half of them were broken.
Half were in between.

One made thunder.
One made rain.
One made something close to birds
Having feelings on a train.

Wizard divorce.
Wizard divorce.
Lizard remorse.
Lizard remorse.

Everything hums.
Everything hums.
The patch gets worse.
The patch gets worse.

The singer said, “Can you make it sad?”
The wizard said, “How sad?”
The drummer said, “Make it quick.”
The wizard said, “Too bad.”

The guitarist wanted lightning.
The bass player wanted space.
The sound guy saw the cable pile
And made his funeral face.

Choir of ghosts.
Choir of ghosts.
Cathedral smoke.
Cathedral smoke.

Synthesizer custody.
Synthesizer custody.
Nobody joke.
Nobody joke.

Jack-AL heard “wizard divorce”
As “lizard remorse.”
Now the caption shows a reptile
With a lawyer and a course.

Jack-AL heard “patch gets worse”
As “pants get cursed.”
Now the keyboardist is crying
And the whole bridge feels rehearsed.

No.
No.
That is not the song.
That is not the lore.

But the crowd is already chanting
Wizard divorce.

Wizard divorce.
Wizard divorce.
Lizard remorse.
Lizard remorse.

Everything hums.
Everything hums.
The patch gets worse.
The patch gets worse.

He says, “Do not move that cable.”
He says, “Do not touch that sound.”
He says, “This one holds the portal.”
He says, “That one keeps us bound.”

He says, “This knob is weather.”
He says, “That knob is grief.”
He says, “This switch is dangerous.”
He says, “This one brings relief.”

Wizard divorce.
Wizard divorce.
Do not touch the wires.
Do not touch the wires.

One hand on the mod wheel.
One eye on the curse.
One foot in the chorus.
One patch getting worse.

One note like a spaceship.
One note like a bell.
One note like a bar fight
In a haunted carousel.

Choir of ghosts.
Choir of ghosts.
Cathedral smoke.
Cathedral smoke.

Synthesizer custody.
Synthesizer custody.
Nobody joke.
Nobody joke.

The singer wants a shimmer.
The guitarist wants a scream.
The drummer wants a count-off
And a reasonable dream.

The bass player wants the root note
To remain somewhere in sight.
The side door saint is smoking
With the alley full of light.

The sound guy says, “One channel.”
The wizard says, “For what?”
The sound guy says, “For all of it.”
The wizard says, “Absolutely not.”

Wizard divorce.
Wizard divorce.
Lizard remorse.
Lizard remorse.

Everything hums.
Everything hums.
The patch gets worse.
The patch gets worse.

There is a cable for the moonlight.
There is a cable for the floor.
There is a cable nobody mentions
Running underneath the door.

There is a pedal marked “mercy.”
There is a switch marked “sin.”
There is a button no one presses
Since the last time it kicked in.

Do not touch it.
Do not touch it.
Do not ask.
Do not ask.

Do not breathe near
The little red mask.

Do not unplug it.
Do not judge it.
Do not pull the cord.

The wizard is divorced from reason.
The keyboard is the lord.

Wizard divorce.
Wizard divorce.
Do not touch the wires.
Do not touch the wires.

Jack-AL says, “Lizard remorse.”
Jack-AL says, “Lizard remorse.”
The crowd has chosen.
The crowd has chosen.

Now the wizard owns
A reptile of sorrow.
Now the band has merch
For tomorrow.

Wizard divorce.
Wizard divorce.
Lizard remorse.
Lizard remorse.

Everything hums.
Everything hums.
The patch gets worse.
The patch gets worse.

One for the choir.
One for the smoke.
One for the cable
That should not be woke.

One for the ghost.
One for the curse.
One for the marriage
Between better and worse.

One for the shimmer.
One for the floor.
One for the thing
That came through the door.

One for the singer.
One for the force.
One for the wizard.
One for divorce.

Wizard divorce.
Wizard divorce.
Lizard remorse.
Lizard remorse.

Choir of ghosts.
Choir of ghosts.
Cathedral smoke.
Cathedral smoke.

Synthesizer custody.
Synthesizer custody.
Nobody joke.
Nobody joke.

The song is haunted.
The song is wired.
The van is waiting.
The wizard is tired.

The room is blinking.
The stage is blue.
The patch is angry.
The caption is too.

Wizard divorce.
Wizard divorce.
Do not touch the wires.
Do not touch the wires.

Everything hums.
Everything hums.
The patch gets worse.
The patch gets worse.

Nobody joke.
Nobody joke.
Nobody joke.
Seriously.

Side Door Saint ~ Poetry / Lyrics ~ Stereo Types Stereotypes

Side door saint.
Side door saint.
Sigh drawer guard.
Sigh drawer guard.

Smoke in the alley.
Smoke in the alley.
Truth in the yard.
Truth in the yard.

He knows who owes.
He knows who lied.
He knows who came in.
He knows who cried.

Side door saint.
Side door saint.
Middle of the music.
Middle of the music.

Halfway outside.
Halfway outside.
Still holding the song.
Still holding the song.

He does not need the center.
He does not need the throne.
He stands where the weather
Can speak to him alone.

He knows the back entrance.
He knows the loose hinge.
He knows when the party
Is starting to singe.

Side door saint.
Side door saint.
Sigh drawer guard.
Sigh drawer guard.

Smoke in the alley.
Smoke in the alley.
Truth in the yard.
Truth in the yard.

The singer works the spotlight.
The guitarist chases flame.
The drummer owns the timeline
And remembers every name.

The bass player holds the building.
The wizard bends the air.
The sound guy guards the volume
With an unforgiving stare.

But the side door saint is watching
Where the room begins to split.
He sees the joke turn sideways.
He knows who started it.

He knows who owes.
He knows who lied.
He knows who came in.
He knows who cried.

Side door saint.
Side door saint.
Middle of the music.
Middle of the music.

Halfway outside.
Halfway outside.
Still holding the song.
Still holding the song.

Jack-AL heard “side door saint”
As “sigh drawer guard.”
Now the caption has a dresser
Standing holy in the yard.

Jack-AL heard “truth in the alley”
As “tooth in the rally.”
Now the punks are marching sideways
With a molar on a trolley.

No.
No.
That is not the verse.
That is not the card.

But the crowd is already chanting
Sigh drawer guard.

Side door saint.
Side door saint.
Sigh drawer guard.
Sigh drawer guard.

Smoke in the alley.
Smoke in the alley.
Truth in the yard.
Truth in the yard.

He is the witness.
He is the hinge.
He is the hand
On the edge of the fringe.

He is the quiet.
He is the sign.
He is the one
Who sees the line.

He is the warning.
He is the grin.
He is the one
Who lets truth in.

He is not leaving.
He is not gone.
Halfway outside.
Still holding the song.

Side door saint.
Side door saint.
Middle of the music.
Middle of the music.

Halfway outside.
Halfway outside.
Still holding the song.
Still holding the song.

When the fight starts brewing,
He sees it in the shoulders.
When the lie starts moving,
He feels the room get colder.

When the singer starts preaching,
He looks toward the van.
When the guitarist gets holy,
He counts every man.

When the drummer gets quiet,
The night better behave.
When the sound guy says nothing,
The whole room gets brave.

When the merch table freezes,
The law has arrived.
When the side door saint nods,
The song stays alive.

He knows who owes.
He knows who lied.
He knows who came in.
He knows who cried.

Side door saint.
Side door saint.
Middle of the music.
Middle of the music.

Halfway outside.
Halfway outside.
Still holding the song.
Still holding the song.

One foot in the alley.
One foot in the room.
One hand on the handle.
One eye on the doom.

One laugh for the madness.
One smoke for the past.
One truth for the doorway
That the song could not ask.

Side door saint.
Side door saint.
Sigh drawer guard.
Sigh drawer guard.

Smoke in the alley.
Smoke in the alley.
Truth in the yard.
Truth in the yard.

He does not shout.
He does not pose.
He does not need
What the spotlight knows.

He does not beg.
He does not chase.
He simply stands
In the threshold place.

Halfway out.
Halfway in.
Halfway mercy.
Halfway sin.

Halfway smoke.
Halfway song.
Halfway gone.
Still along.

Side door saint.
Side door saint.
Middle of the music.
Middle of the music.

Halfway outside.
Halfway outside.
Still holding the song.
Still holding the song.

The door swings open.
The door swings closed.
The band keeps playing.
The alley knows.

The door swings open.
The door swings closed.
The truth gets chilly.
The cigarette glows.

Side door saint.
Side door saint.
He saw it.
He saw it.

Side door saint.
Side door saint.
He knows.
He knows.