Weekly Ludi #23
My deep and abiding suspicion of self-appointed “leaders” is reflected in Weekly Ludi #23, a song about a corrupt guru figure, from my 2004 album Rise Above or Fall Below. Sadly, as the future becomes more uncertain I expect to see a lot more of such individuals.
https://soundcloud.com/john-ludi/feet-of-clay
You've got a look that says that you're looking for something,
you've got a walk that says that you're easily led.
Come into my parlor, come in seeking refuge,
got something to tell you.
Come in, be at comfort. Come in fit for sleeping
(good news to sell you).
I think that you would make a fine addition to my collection
of wandering souls and those who somehow lost their way.
Lay you down your burdens, lay in soothing waters
of peace and plenty.
Lay down all your worries, lay down all your anger,
make your mind empty.
I come walking towards you
bearing gifts on my feet of clay.
My wisdom enfolds you
and my loving hand points the way.
I am your pope, I am your guru, I am your savior.
I am the source of all the answers that you lack.
I'll be your salvation, I'll end all your questions...
your journey's ended.
I'm your destination. I'm your new addiction
(you're undefended).
I come walking towards you,
saccharine words and my feet of clay.
I'm just a humble shepherd
for wandering sheep who've gone astray.
I come slinking towards you,
sulfur breath and my feet of clay,
you're transfixed, enraptured,
your soul is mine...you can't get away.
You bleed, I feed, my need is to own you title and deed.
Bound to my will and creed.
My claim, I aim to tame you till you're a pliable thing…
so you can kiss my ring.
I'll still your will, I'll kill it with my bluster and power.
I'll make you fumble and cower.
You ache, I take, I'll break you down to your basic parts…
dine on your heavy heart.