Lament of the Spiritual Dollar

In 2006 I was teaching spiritual development classes and working as a therapist. I saw so many losers and con men/women, that I felt inspired to pen this little song.

 

Lament of the Spiritual Dollar
(a tribute to the modern world of the spiritual guru in D Minor on a rusty old acoustic g’itar)

Chorus
I came I saw I was awakened by the lure of the mighty spiritual dollar
I changed my name and I threw away the chance of fame
I became a Genpo and a Baba.
Now all around folks from outta town,
They gathered to hear me talk yeah –
They buy my books, they praise my name
They even sniff my grits yeah.
Yehaw …

I found a way to make my way through life.
While all around me I see people falling down,
Butchered by the gods of oppression.
They nearly had me too but I quickly flew –
To the feet of an empty vessel.
In my honest way I found a way –
To the feet of the holy dollar.
And the money tree sets me free.

Chorus

I found a way to make it pay through the hearts of all them suckers.
They came crashing down,
To hear about the god that they carry around.
By the millions they came following my name –
For it ain’t no sin to help them see.
All of us have exactly what we need –
For it ain’t no sin to help them be.
But only for a fee.

Chorus

Then one day I couldn’t make ‘em pay.
There was no one knockin’ at my door,
Someone else had wooed my people.
And I found myself feelin’ really grim –
So I listened real hard to the silence within.
The money tree was still there but I didn’t really care –
So I listened real hard to the laughter of children.
Only then did I know what money couldn’t grow.

Chorus

So here I was
Lookin’ round
At the peddlers who were pushin’.
We had Indian Joe was makin’ a show bout being a plastic shaman.
We had Meister Malichi was teachin’ folks bout finding your way through ya DNA.
While Texas Tik Tak was harpin’ on bout the Hopi Gods and their prophecy.
But my favourite one was the great god Osiris the greatest god of the underworld,
Come back from the land of eternity through the body of a man called Bill.
So I sucked my way from the needle stack to the stack of hay
And I came to this one conclusion :
It was all empty air, made from threads bare and joined in a great confusion.
So I changed my name back to the one my mama adored,
I closed my door and thanked the good lord.
Now I found my way without money or fame
Now I talk to my neighbours and I talk to the birds
And I listen really hard for the silence between words.

 

© R.J. Hudson 2006.

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