Lyrics by John Osinga
Appian Way
[VERSE 1]
Heavenly Father, I confess
It's hard for imperfection
To find a path to perfection
When my life is a broken Appian Way
A fractured soul needing repair
Basolato won't last me forever and a day
[VERSE 2]
On high, you watched
Roman hearts of the past
Like Emperor Trajan,
One imperfect man
Determined to build
A perfect road to last
[VERSE 3]
Unlike Trajan
I built a road to nowhere
Crying for a faith I lost
Somewhere along the way
On the broadest rough road
As tragic as the Appian Way is today
[CHORUS]
Heavenly Creator
You are the Architekton
The Wise Master Builder
The Chief Designer
Create in my heart of need
An asphalt of grace
Cast my soul of imperfection
In perfect spiritual shoes of love
That I may walk forever
And a day
On your perfect Appian Way
[BRIDGE]
Jesus said
Broad is the road
Leading to destruction,
Narrow the road
That leads to life,
And only a few find it
[CHORUS]
Heavenly Creator
You are the Architekton
The Wise Master Builder
The Chief Designer
Create in our heart of need
An asphalt of grace
Cast our souls of imperfection
In perfect spiritual shoes of love
That we may walk forever
And a day
On your perfect Appian Way
[OUTRO]
That we may walk forever
And a day
On your perfect Appian Way
© 2026 John Osinga. All rights reserved. St. Thomas, Ontario, Canada.
Sacred Folk -- Gospel -- Melancholic -- Hopeful -- Yearning
Heavenly Father, I confess
It's hard for imperfection
To find a path to perfection
When my life is a broken Appian Way
A fractured soul needing repair
Basolato won't last me forever and a day
[VERSE 2]
On high, you watched
Roman hearts of the past
Like Emperor Trajan,
One imperfect man
Determined to build
A perfect road to last
[VERSE 3]
Unlike Trajan
I built a road to nowhere
Crying for a faith I lost
Somewhere along the way
On the broadest rough road
As tragic as the Appian Way is today
[CHORUS]
Heavenly Creator
You are the Architekton
The Wise Master Builder
The Chief Designer
Create in my heart of need
An asphalt of grace
Cast my soul of imperfection
In perfect spiritual shoes of love
That I may walk forever
And a day
On your perfect Appian Way
[BRIDGE]
Jesus said
Broad is the road
Leading to destruction,
Narrow the road
That leads to life,
And only a few find it
[CHORUS]
Heavenly Creator
You are the Architekton
The Wise Master Builder
The Chief Designer
Create in our heart of need
An asphalt of grace
Cast our souls of imperfection
In perfect spiritual shoes of love
That we may walk forever
And a day
On your perfect Appian Way
[OUTRO]
That we may walk forever
And a day
On your perfect Appian Way
© 2026 John Osinga. All rights reserved. St. Thomas, Ontario, Canada.
Sacred Folk -- Gospel -- Melancholic -- Hopeful -- Yearning
Saccade
[Verse 1]
Come embrace Eternity
For I am the grey line
Of love and hate
The division
And healing
The use and abuse
Of you Anaphora
[Pre-Chorus]
Creator of hope
Bringer of peace
Creator of lies
Bringer of war
[Verse 2]
In your defining voice
In twilight zones
Of doubt and meaning
Of life and death
Of darkness and light
All call upon you, Anaphora
[Chorus]
Your pendulum heart
Cries to the mountains
Why why
I sway to answer
This way
Sister Echo
Wants to know
[Bridge]
There on the terminator
Of thought manifest
Is our Saccade
Our surrender and victory
[Verse 3]
Anaphora, your blind love
Lights our darkness
As we read your truth
For all time
In logos and pathos
In reason and rhyme
[Outro]
Come embrace Humanity
For we are the grey line
Of love and hate
The division
And healing
The use and abuse
Of you Anaphora
© 2026 John Osinga. All rights reserved. St. Thomas, Ontario, Canada.
Come embrace Eternity
For I am the grey line
Of love and hate
The division
And healing
The use and abuse
Of you Anaphora
[Pre-Chorus]
Creator of hope
Bringer of peace
Creator of lies
Bringer of war
[Verse 2]
In your defining voice
In twilight zones
Of doubt and meaning
Of life and death
Of darkness and light
All call upon you, Anaphora
[Chorus]
Your pendulum heart
Cries to the mountains
Why why
I sway to answer
This way
Sister Echo
Wants to know
[Bridge]
There on the terminator
Of thought manifest
Is our Saccade
Our surrender and victory
[Verse 3]
Anaphora, your blind love
Lights our darkness
As we read your truth
For all time
In logos and pathos
In reason and rhyme
[Outro]
Come embrace Humanity
For we are the grey line
Of love and hate
The division
And healing
The use and abuse
Of you Anaphora
© 2026 John Osinga. All rights reserved. St. Thomas, Ontario, Canada.
Silent Heart
[Verse 1]
We who love in the quiet
Are the study of Cymatics
Of visible sound
So many doubters
Believe no one can hear a silent heart
Blessed be his Divine Sound
[Chorus]
The emotionally deaf
Hearing aids turned low
Can't answer the call
Or hear the voice of need
That beats loudly in
A silent heart
[Verse 2]
Flat static lines
Of Doppler ultrasound
Tone-deaf acoustic couplings
Surgical staff say
Your silent heart can't be detected
Its constant beating gets in the way
Glorious be his Divine Sound
[Chorus]
Acousticians all agree
Our best technology
Can't answer the call
Or hear the voice of need
That beats loudly in
Your silent heart
[Verse 3]
Never fear when you quietly shed a tear
There are many listening
To the sympathetic vibrations
All finely tuned to hear
Your silent heart
[Outro]
We who love in the quiet
Are the study of Cymatics
Of visible sound
Truly believe
He will make the deaf to hear
All those with a silent heart
If you listen carefully
You will hear creation whisper
We love
What is said by your silent heart
Blessed be his Divine Sound
© 2025 John Osinga. All rights reserved. St. Thomas, Ontario, Canada.
Revised 2026.
We who love in the quiet
Are the study of Cymatics
Of visible sound
So many doubters
Believe no one can hear a silent heart
Blessed be his Divine Sound
[Chorus]
The emotionally deaf
Hearing aids turned low
Can't answer the call
Or hear the voice of need
That beats loudly in
A silent heart
[Verse 2]
Flat static lines
Of Doppler ultrasound
Tone-deaf acoustic couplings
Surgical staff say
Your silent heart can't be detected
Its constant beating gets in the way
Glorious be his Divine Sound
[Chorus]
Acousticians all agree
Our best technology
Can't answer the call
Or hear the voice of need
That beats loudly in
Your silent heart
[Verse 3]
Never fear when you quietly shed a tear
There are many listening
To the sympathetic vibrations
All finely tuned to hear
Your silent heart
[Outro]
We who love in the quiet
Are the study of Cymatics
Of visible sound
Truly believe
He will make the deaf to hear
All those with a silent heart
If you listen carefully
You will hear creation whisper
We love
What is said by your silent heart
Blessed be his Divine Sound
© 2025 John Osinga. All rights reserved. St. Thomas, Ontario, Canada.
Revised 2026.
RELIQUARY
[Chorus]
I live between the beats
In arteries of silence
The locked chambers
Hold in trust my love
[Verse 1]
I have prayed for
My veil of ignorance to be lifted
Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani
Leaving me a living crucible
To accept your sacred gift
To save me
[Verse 2]
Your chalice is my holy grail
An eternity on the waiting list
To be one of eight owners
Gifted life by your fate
[Verse 3]
They say surgery went well
Yet I feel unwell
Like those who loved you
I have come to know Charon's hell
[Verse 4]
The soul price
You paid the ferryman
Now I hold the repair bill
One I can never repay
[Bridge]
I have become
A living reliquary
Of you
[Chorus]
I live between the beats
In arteries of silence
The chambers exposed
I hold in trust your love
[Outro]
There in the silence
I listen to this shared heart
Living to hear you say
I am glad
You have become
A living reliquary
Of me
© 2026 John Osinga. All rights reserved. St. Thomas, Ontario, Canada.
For the donors. For the recipients. For those who loved them.
About Reliquary
A heart transplant (or any transplant), told from the perspective of the recipient. The recipient often can carry guilt knowing what it cost -- someone who passed away so they could live.
However, people signed their donor cards in case of their death. So the gift of life they share is done with love. That is why, at the end of this lyric, I gave voice to the donor.
I am glad
You have become
A living reliquary
Of me
Reliquary: a container built to hold something sacred. A saint's bone. A fragment of the true cross. Here: a human body holding another person's beating heart.
Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani: Christ's words from the cross. "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" The recipient's darkest moment alive, and not always sure they deserved to be.
Charon, the ferryman of Greek mythology, who carries the dead across the river Styx. The donor paid him for another to live.
Eight owners: a single donor can gift life to up to eight recipients.
Living crucible: a vessel built to contain something that transforms under heat. The recipient isn't just healed. They're changed for all time in multiple ways.
© 2026 John Osinga. All rights reserved. St. Thomas, Ontario, Canada.
I live between the beats
In arteries of silence
The locked chambers
Hold in trust my love
[Verse 1]
I have prayed for
My veil of ignorance to be lifted
Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani
Leaving me a living crucible
To accept your sacred gift
To save me
[Verse 2]
Your chalice is my holy grail
An eternity on the waiting list
To be one of eight owners
Gifted life by your fate
[Verse 3]
They say surgery went well
Yet I feel unwell
Like those who loved you
I have come to know Charon's hell
[Verse 4]
The soul price
You paid the ferryman
Now I hold the repair bill
One I can never repay
[Bridge]
I have become
A living reliquary
Of you
[Chorus]
I live between the beats
In arteries of silence
The chambers exposed
I hold in trust your love
[Outro]
There in the silence
I listen to this shared heart
Living to hear you say
I am glad
You have become
A living reliquary
Of me
© 2026 John Osinga. All rights reserved. St. Thomas, Ontario, Canada.
For the donors. For the recipients. For those who loved them.
About Reliquary
A heart transplant (or any transplant), told from the perspective of the recipient. The recipient often can carry guilt knowing what it cost -- someone who passed away so they could live.
However, people signed their donor cards in case of their death. So the gift of life they share is done with love. That is why, at the end of this lyric, I gave voice to the donor.
I am glad
You have become
A living reliquary
Of me
Reliquary: a container built to hold something sacred. A saint's bone. A fragment of the true cross. Here: a human body holding another person's beating heart.
Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani: Christ's words from the cross. "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" The recipient's darkest moment alive, and not always sure they deserved to be.
Charon, the ferryman of Greek mythology, who carries the dead across the river Styx. The donor paid him for another to live.
Eight owners: a single donor can gift life to up to eight recipients.
Living crucible: a vessel built to contain something that transforms under heat. The recipient isn't just healed. They're changed for all time in multiple ways.
© 2026 John Osinga. All rights reserved. St. Thomas, Ontario, Canada.
Promised Land
Please, Papa, tell us again
(Verse 1)
Where should I begin?
Well, your Papa was a simple man
Who came to this promised land
Where people sounded funny
At least they did to me
(Verse 2)
To tell the truth
I was a little nervous
I found it hard to make eye contact
As in the old country
We lowered our heads
When walking past
The armed guards
What else, Papa?
(Chorus)
When I first heard
Of this promised land
I begged to be let in
Saying
I own two working hands
They're enough to begin again
In this, your Dar al-Salam
Papa, what do you remember most?
(Verse 3)
I recall when I arrived
I watched for the signs
To tell me I was home
I promised this promised land
Not to ask for a handout
But to welcome each helping hand
(Chorus)
When I first heard
Of this promised land
I begged to be let in
Saying
I own two working hands
They're enough to begin again
In this, your promised land
(Bridge)
I carried such a deep longing
To leave tyranny behind
To savour freedom
I trusted the one above had a plan
To bring Papa to this promised land
Oh, Papa, say it again
(Chorus)
When I first heard
Of this promised land
I begged to be let in
Saying
I own two working hands
They're enough to begin again
In this, your Goshen
(Outro)
Yes, two working hands
They're enough to begin again
In this promised land
Thank you, Papa
For trusting the plan
So, we could be born
In this promised land
Please, Papa, tell us again
Where should I begin?
Well, your Papa was a simple man
© 2026 John Osinga. All rights reserved. St. Thomas, Ontario, Canada.
I've been thinking lately about how much of the human story gets left out when a writer only speaks from one tradition. Where does sensitivity begin but in oneself, in reflection of what is important.
Initially, I wrote this lyric from one single perspective of a "promised land" and realized it was too narrow in scope, so I wanted it to be more encompassing.
So I revised Promised Land so that the longing for a better life belongs to everyone who has ever crossed a border, carrying nothing but hope and two working hands.
I wrote this hope into the chorus to shine the light on three different sacred spaces
Dar al-Salam,
The Promised Land,
And Goshen
Each has a home and a term from a different faith, but all wish to live in a better place.
John Osinga
(Verse 1)
Where should I begin?
Well, your Papa was a simple man
Who came to this promised land
Where people sounded funny
At least they did to me
(Verse 2)
To tell the truth
I was a little nervous
I found it hard to make eye contact
As in the old country
We lowered our heads
When walking past
The armed guards
What else, Papa?
(Chorus)
When I first heard
Of this promised land
I begged to be let in
Saying
I own two working hands
They're enough to begin again
In this, your Dar al-Salam
Papa, what do you remember most?
(Verse 3)
I recall when I arrived
I watched for the signs
To tell me I was home
I promised this promised land
Not to ask for a handout
But to welcome each helping hand
(Chorus)
When I first heard
Of this promised land
I begged to be let in
Saying
I own two working hands
They're enough to begin again
In this, your promised land
(Bridge)
I carried such a deep longing
To leave tyranny behind
To savour freedom
I trusted the one above had a plan
To bring Papa to this promised land
Oh, Papa, say it again
(Chorus)
When I first heard
Of this promised land
I begged to be let in
Saying
I own two working hands
They're enough to begin again
In this, your Goshen
(Outro)
Yes, two working hands
They're enough to begin again
In this promised land
Thank you, Papa
For trusting the plan
So, we could be born
In this promised land
Please, Papa, tell us again
Where should I begin?
Well, your Papa was a simple man
© 2026 John Osinga. All rights reserved. St. Thomas, Ontario, Canada.
I've been thinking lately about how much of the human story gets left out when a writer only speaks from one tradition. Where does sensitivity begin but in oneself, in reflection of what is important.
Initially, I wrote this lyric from one single perspective of a "promised land" and realized it was too narrow in scope, so I wanted it to be more encompassing.
So I revised Promised Land so that the longing for a better life belongs to everyone who has ever crossed a border, carrying nothing but hope and two working hands.
I wrote this hope into the chorus to shine the light on three different sacred spaces
Dar al-Salam,
The Promised Land,
And Goshen
Each has a home and a term from a different faith, but all wish to live in a better place.
John Osinga
Begin
[Verse 1]
Little lost boy
How does your life begin
When you've lost track
Of your station in life
[Verse 2]
All the signs pointed to
Platform 9.75
And yet you took the wrong
Train, again
[Verse 3]
It would take a wizard
To undo this spell
But the train has left
King's Cross station
Without you
[Verse 4]
Fate rides for a spell
The Manchester to London
It is the write connection
For destiny to arrive on time
[Refrain]
It's time to begin
To book the boy
On the next train
[Verse 5]
Joanne sits in the empty seat
When lightning strikes
And leaves a scar
Upon your forehead
[Verse 6]
In the putty and clay
Of her imagination
You were moulded
To be a Potter
[Verse 7]
We are all authors
Of our own book of life
JK writes to welcome you
Into her magical world
[Refrain]
It's time to begin
To book the boy
On the next train
[Verse 8]
It's 1990
This place in time
Is yours
To find the 9.75 station
Little lost boy pray
There is a Molly
Who will help point the way
[Outro]
Take us to school again
Hogwarts
We've all booked to ride that train
Time and again
To feel the magic, begin.
To feel the magic, begin again.
© 2026 John Osinga. All rights reserved. St. Thomas, Ontario, Canada.
Little lost boy
How does your life begin
When you've lost track
Of your station in life
[Verse 2]
All the signs pointed to
Platform 9.75
And yet you took the wrong
Train, again
[Verse 3]
It would take a wizard
To undo this spell
But the train has left
King's Cross station
Without you
[Verse 4]
Fate rides for a spell
The Manchester to London
It is the write connection
For destiny to arrive on time
[Refrain]
It's time to begin
To book the boy
On the next train
[Verse 5]
Joanne sits in the empty seat
When lightning strikes
And leaves a scar
Upon your forehead
[Verse 6]
In the putty and clay
Of her imagination
You were moulded
To be a Potter
[Verse 7]
We are all authors
Of our own book of life
JK writes to welcome you
Into her magical world
[Refrain]
It's time to begin
To book the boy
On the next train
[Verse 8]
It's 1990
This place in time
Is yours
To find the 9.75 station
Little lost boy pray
There is a Molly
Who will help point the way
[Outro]
Take us to school again
Hogwarts
We've all booked to ride that train
Time and again
To feel the magic, begin.
To feel the magic, begin again.
© 2026 John Osinga. All rights reserved. St. Thomas, Ontario, Canada.
TASTE
*** TASTE ***
My memories are stuck in grade four,
They remind me of a strange taste.
I recall how in art class I asked you,
What was that on your hand?
And you said it was white glue.
Sally said,
Do you know what glue and you have in common?
You both are appealing to me.
Her white lips smiled at me.
I hate to admit it, but I wanted a taste.
Not of the glue, stupid.
You know, I have to hand it to her,
Things like that stick with you.
And to this day, Sally,
I've never met anyone else like you,
Let alone a girl who liked to eat glue.
I can't say I wasn't curious when she said,
This school has the best paste.
If you keep my little secret,
When it dries on my hand, I'll peel it.
And Johnny, I'll let you have a taste.
Last week… I met my old classmate, Sam,
Here at our local bowling alley.
And we reminisced about old times.
I asked if he remembered Sally.
If you mean Snow White Sally,
I heard she works at a glue factory.
And I almost fell from my chair,
When he smiled and winked at me.
Did she ever ask you?
Do you know what glue and you have in common?
We both agreed,
White lips are an acquired taste.
© 2025 John Osinga. All rights reserved. St. Thomas, Ontario, Canada.
My memories are stuck in grade four,
They remind me of a strange taste.
I recall how in art class I asked you,
What was that on your hand?
And you said it was white glue.
Sally said,
Do you know what glue and you have in common?
You both are appealing to me.
Her white lips smiled at me.
I hate to admit it, but I wanted a taste.
Not of the glue, stupid.
You know, I have to hand it to her,
Things like that stick with you.
And to this day, Sally,
I've never met anyone else like you,
Let alone a girl who liked to eat glue.
I can't say I wasn't curious when she said,
This school has the best paste.
If you keep my little secret,
When it dries on my hand, I'll peel it.
And Johnny, I'll let you have a taste.
Last week… I met my old classmate, Sam,
Here at our local bowling alley.
And we reminisced about old times.
I asked if he remembered Sally.
If you mean Snow White Sally,
I heard she works at a glue factory.
And I almost fell from my chair,
When he smiled and winked at me.
Did she ever ask you?
Do you know what glue and you have in common?
We both agreed,
White lips are an acquired taste.
© 2025 John Osinga. All rights reserved. St. Thomas, Ontario, Canada.
Krubera Cave
*** Krubera Cave ***
[Verse 1]
I've been falling for you
For a long, long time
And now I look up to you
From the bottom of the Krubera Cave
[Verse 2]
I hung my love on a two-km rope
To fathom the chasm
Why I think
I am beneath you
[Chorus]
Deep feelings walled in
With no way to dig myself free
The cold reality has set in
As I sit in the game over chamber
[Pre-Chorus]
I believe the hallucinations
The delusions that you love me too
The euphoria is taking hold
[Verse 3]
I descend to the ecstasy
Of finding my way to you
But the hardest part is getting back out.
When the deepest and best part of me
Is at the bottom of the Krubera Cave
[Chorus]
Deep feelings walled in
With no way to dig myself free
The cold reality has set in
As I sit in the game over chamber
[Bridge]
Trapped in love
I have come to know
The madness of
A Dead Man's Squeeze
[Final Verse]
The last unmapped frontier
What Gennadiy Samokhin
Found true in conquering the Krubera Cave
The rapture of the deep is you
[Pre-Chorus]
Believing the hallucinations
The delusions that you love me too
The euphoria is taking hold
[Outro]
Here at the bottom of the Krubera Cave
The rapture of the deep is you
© 2026 John Osinga. All rights reserved.
[Verse 1]
I've been falling for you
For a long, long time
And now I look up to you
From the bottom of the Krubera Cave
[Verse 2]
I hung my love on a two-km rope
To fathom the chasm
Why I think
I am beneath you
[Chorus]
Deep feelings walled in
With no way to dig myself free
The cold reality has set in
As I sit in the game over chamber
[Pre-Chorus]
I believe the hallucinations
The delusions that you love me too
The euphoria is taking hold
[Verse 3]
I descend to the ecstasy
Of finding my way to you
But the hardest part is getting back out.
When the deepest and best part of me
Is at the bottom of the Krubera Cave
[Chorus]
Deep feelings walled in
With no way to dig myself free
The cold reality has set in
As I sit in the game over chamber
[Bridge]
Trapped in love
I have come to know
The madness of
A Dead Man's Squeeze
[Final Verse]
The last unmapped frontier
What Gennadiy Samokhin
Found true in conquering the Krubera Cave
The rapture of the deep is you
[Pre-Chorus]
Believing the hallucinations
The delusions that you love me too
The euphoria is taking hold
[Outro]
Here at the bottom of the Krubera Cave
The rapture of the deep is you
© 2026 John Osinga. All rights reserved.
Cold Feet
Cold Feet
[Verse 1]
I am so ready
To close the door
On this walk-in freezer
[Verse 2]
All the shelves
Hold frozen promises
Stacks of TV dinners
Lies that say they taste good
That a million microwaves
Can not burn away
[Pre-Chorus]
If you dare
Walk my Arctic
Wear your Baffins
[Chorus]
I would change
Who I am
But I always
Get cold feet
[Verse 3]
The door has frozen shut
On those I care for
I did not intend
All to know me only as
Victor Fries
[Verse 4]
It used to be
Grandma’s blanket
Warmed me
She left yesterday
She no longer knits for me
[Chorus]
I would change
Who I am
But I always
Get cold feet
[Verse 5]
The owners sometimes come
To check the label of my icy soul
If I have passed the good until…
[Verse 6]
I know
I will never hear them say
This one has expired
Showing signs of freezer burn
[Chorus]
I would change
Who I am
But I always
Get cold feet
[Verse 7]
Deep into the ground
Into that gentle cold storage
I take comfort
I won’t feel the temperature change
[Bridge]
Upon the scrolls of heaven
It will be written
Today is the first time
Hell froze over
[Final Chorus]
I would change
Who I am
But I always
Get
cold
feet
© 2026 John Osinga. All rights reserved.
[Verse 1]
I am so ready
To close the door
On this walk-in freezer
[Verse 2]
All the shelves
Hold frozen promises
Stacks of TV dinners
Lies that say they taste good
That a million microwaves
Can not burn away
[Pre-Chorus]
If you dare
Walk my Arctic
Wear your Baffins
[Chorus]
I would change
Who I am
But I always
Get cold feet
[Verse 3]
The door has frozen shut
On those I care for
I did not intend
All to know me only as
Victor Fries
[Verse 4]
It used to be
Grandma’s blanket
Warmed me
She left yesterday
She no longer knits for me
[Chorus]
I would change
Who I am
But I always
Get cold feet
[Verse 5]
The owners sometimes come
To check the label of my icy soul
If I have passed the good until…
[Verse 6]
I know
I will never hear them say
This one has expired
Showing signs of freezer burn
[Chorus]
I would change
Who I am
But I always
Get cold feet
[Verse 7]
Deep into the ground
Into that gentle cold storage
I take comfort
I won’t feel the temperature change
[Bridge]
Upon the scrolls of heaven
It will be written
Today is the first time
Hell froze over
[Final Chorus]
I would change
Who I am
But I always
Get
cold
feet
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Pinball
*** Pinball ***
[Intro]
Game on
[Chorus]
What do you do
When your world is shaken
When the only game in town
Is an ole pinball machine
Destined to tilt
[Verse 1]
You have to be on the ball
Not to fall into a hole
Not to lose your turn
Not to be in deep shit
Not to have your tilt sign lit
To be the only bright light
In the games you play
[Verse 2]
You should know the score
The pinball maker
Holds the repair bill
Like so many
I've paid the price to play
[Bridge]
Even the cheats lose
Playing their rigged game
[Verse 3]
I would like to play this out
If you're game to take me on
I can take the hits
That is
If you honestly give two bits
[Chorus]
What do you do
When your world is shaken
When the maker
Of your ole pinball machine
Has moved on
[Outro]
I guess
We could search iFixit to see
If anyone posted instructions on
How to repair an ole pinball machine.
[Tag]
Game on
John Osinga ©2025
[Intro]
Game on
[Chorus]
What do you do
When your world is shaken
When the only game in town
Is an ole pinball machine
Destined to tilt
[Verse 1]
You have to be on the ball
Not to fall into a hole
Not to lose your turn
Not to be in deep shit
Not to have your tilt sign lit
To be the only bright light
In the games you play
[Verse 2]
You should know the score
The pinball maker
Holds the repair bill
Like so many
I've paid the price to play
[Bridge]
Even the cheats lose
Playing their rigged game
[Verse 3]
I would like to play this out
If you're game to take me on
I can take the hits
That is
If you honestly give two bits
[Chorus]
What do you do
When your world is shaken
When the maker
Of your ole pinball machine
Has moved on
[Outro]
I guess
We could search iFixit to see
If anyone posted instructions on
How to repair an ole pinball machine.
[Tag]
Game on
John Osinga ©2025