a goat and stuff ..

somewhere there's this goat ..


it's not a particularly ugly goat or particularly pretty
it's nobody's pet
it didn't grow up in any particularly good or bad neighborhood
and nobody knows it's family
.. just a standard goat

but this particular goat is marked
chosen from among all the other standard goats
along with one other standard goat ..

so now there are two
   2 marked goats

but this goat bears a different mark from goat #2
   it has a special mark
      like #2's mark is special
        only different

so one dark day the two marked goats were led out of their pen and marched solemnly down a street filled with the people and brought before the #1 priest

#2 goat was let off to be sacrificed to please the gods
it's was a privileged destiny
   a sweet-smelling savor in the nostrils of the powers-that-be

#1 goat stood silently
attached by a rope to the hand of a specially chosen 1 of the people
waiting

#1 priest comes out
blood dripping from his hands ..
he places his hands on this goat's head
and he blames the goat for his stuff
and for the stuff of all the people standing there

this goat begins to feel very guilty
as if the troubles of the world now lay on his back

then the chosen 1 leads this goat out of the city
into the wilderness
away from the people
far far away
where all that guilt can be lost
disposed of
forgotten ? ..

but not by #1 goat ..
it now lives in the Wasteland that is Azazel
the sent-away one in the land of Watchers
far far away from the people
and their gods ..
all blooded by sins not it's own
not its own
..



o, scapegoat tell me
   where have you been
i so needed you
   to make me clean
wash me, wash me
   whiter than snow
that way I get
   to face tomorrow
      you know

o, scapegoat you know
   the mirror's my enemy
      until you show ..
if you don't come
   not sure what I'll do
have to cover the mirror
   can't live without you
i need you i need you i need you
i need you right now ..

o scapegoat, scapegoat
   where have you gone
i need you to help me
   so I can move on
i'm drowning in guilt
   don't know who I am
need to lay my hands on your head
   anoint you with balm
before I die

" bah bahh " said the goat to the one
   " why do you do this
      what is it i've done "
" you're a goat " said the one
   what'd you expect
you'll do this and then
   i'll regain my respect
come, kneel, offer your head
now off to the wilderness
   you're dead " ..
      you're dead

all blooded by sins not it's own
not it's own