tell me tell me you don t mean to say that you intend to steer this vessel out beyond the breaking waves you don t expect you ll spare the lives of those who brought you all this way your ambling rambling letters no longer surprise i was a fool to think joanna could escape your roving eye and it s true you strike me as less godlike with no son to crucify we ll be north of no direction by the time we find the war by the time we find the war your descent into madness was all of you we had it took a barrel and three dancers to coerce you back to bed when you d come bursting from your quarters with the dagger daddy held our beloved tyrant no mother and no end to those of us warned to prevent your doubtful tales of origin from falling in among historians who d love to do you in we ll be north of no direction by the time we find the war by the time we find the war what you need is a private army what you need is an hourly girl tell me tell me tell me where s the family priest he watched us march the old man s stern to bow before the mutiny should we divvy up his body now or save him for the feast 