The Song Diary

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Track Name: 20170416
Time & time again, within my diary of dreams,
there is a scene I keep coming back to
of the crime where I kept looking past you
to see who next while walking by
might walk into my shrinking life.
This quiet crime made me your hallway too –
a hollow thing you walked through,
i am. i am.

But time & time again has a way of bending darkness
for the few willing to wait,
those who stand upon the coals of shame
and cry until it’s cool. I know now I was a fool,
but i can’t erase the past. But I can be a better man.
I am. I am.

But you're a birthday, deep with the dayshine.
From dusk to moonbreak, the dust of keepsakes.

Time & time again, I am. I am.
Track Name: 20170417
Of all the stupid schmucks here getting drunk you asked me
over a vodka, ginger ale, with a little lime and grenadine
to identify the line where love is no longer worth fighting for,
like a sign lighting up red in the dark over the door.
Well, I say woe to those arriving in such armor to the dance.
Heavy are the arms there holding weapons in their hands.
It’s hard to feel somebody’s heart through a bullet proof vest,
so if it’s come to this before with others, I’d suggest

It’s true.
You
are the common denominator.
It’s true.
You
are the common denominator.
It’s true.
You
are the common denominator.
It’s true.
You
are the common denominator.

But I’m not saying that to gaslight you; don’t take it all yourself –
the back and forth, the wave the sand, the swinging of the bell.
It’s you or them, or a bit of both. Knowing only goes so far.
You are you, and they are they, and I’m some idiot at the bar
where the drinks no longer serve you, and the place will always close,
and like tipsy trees dropping their leaves so too we drop our clothes.
We are one hundred percent responsible only for getting it through our brain
that everything is just exactly what you make of how you’re made.

It’s true.
You
are the common denominator.
It’s true.
You
are the common denominator.
It’s true.
You
are the common denominator.
It’s true.
You
are the common denominator.
Track Name: 20170418
You like snakes.
You like snakes
because their poison is a strength.
And I'm no saint.
I'm a gambler
looking for a flashy machine to put my coins in at length.

Holy shit.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
I’m in love again.
Will I kill this person?
Will I kill this person?

Some people want beauty, some are looking for a free ride.
But that’s a little less light than I need to really read by.
The teeth of the key to the city inside you
broke off in the lock of all those who have tried you.
You thought I was supposed to be following you,
and I said you should follow me.
So we made all different turns and I lost you
in the waste of the moon beams.
We touch just to touch. We drive just to drive.
We hurt just to hurt to remind us we’re alive.
I’d been feening for this feeling. I’m a freak. A tweaker
with you in my veins. When I walk the sky creaks,
and someday I’ll fall like the rain
when the pain comes,
when the pain comes.

You like snakes.
You like snakes,
because their poison is a strength.
Because their poison is a strength.
Track Name: 20170419
You’re star dust,
so they say.
Dust is old and cold,

and stars burn,
and never learn,
and no one gets too close.

Though you feel your flower fading,
still you gotta wait. You know there's
someone down the road...
down the road.

And you’ll never know
unless you go.
Stardust there they are.

Though you feel your flower fading,
still you gotta wait. You know there's
someone down the road...
down the road.

You lovers are the living coal
that keeps the machine moving,
and you get pushed. You get pulled
and crushed into diamond.
Track Name: 20170420
In the beginning we were golden
from the first moment our little eyes open.
Somewhere that peace got stolen.
We had hearts; someone put a hole in.
Maybe our folks who were always fighting?
Seeing them smile was like a Loch Ness sighting.
Or they were drunk. Or watching the TV,
on the lookout for a way out that’s easy.
Now you’re giving them hell. You’ve broken the spell.
You figure if they couldn’t take it, oh well.
You bought their BS; now you’re ready to sell.
But little by little you became them yourself.
You put your conscience in stealth mode,
saying yes when you should’ve said no.
You were a rock; now you are a pebble
trying to feel more than should ever be felt.
You think that love is what you’re missing?
You think a hug and a little kissing
is gonna fix you? It’s gonna nix you.
You’re the one who always tricks you
But we could be golden again, like a lion’s mane,
put all our darkness on airplane.
Pick up with your left what your right threw away –
not in a year, a week, not tomorrow, today.
Track Name: 20170421
So life or death.
All the time bombs.
All the wasted breath,
the high drama.

We dialed it,
dialed it,
dialed it,
dialed it
down.

We read the book
of empty pages.
We rode the spin.
We watered the mazes

I remember all
the locks throbbing,
the long boughs of
our bodies bobbing.

We dialed it,
dialed it,
dialed it,
dialed it
down

to nothing.

We know the number;
now why don’t we dial it up?

We were both wrong,
let’s look it up.
Track Name: 20170422
A little love with little bones in his hands
stole the stone from your heart.
You were his daddy
until the magical man in the magical mirror
told you what you wanted to hear,
and you disappeared
into picture frames they kept in closets
and one christmas card and a monthly deposit.

They said you were blood in the clouds crazy.
You became just a name never spoken out loud.
Crazy.
Crazy.

I wish on the stars that we’re not the same,
the stars that are closer than you ever came
in your boat made of matches in your river of flame,
magical man in your mirror of shame.

They said you were blood in the clouds crazy.
You became just a name never spoken out loud.
Crazy.
Crazy.
Track Name: 20170423
Time & time again,
close your eyes. Ignore the warnings,
even as coastlines of your joys draw closed,
like deep blue blinds on windows
soak the rooms we share in shadow.
Try as we might to let the bad go,
it’s the ink with which we write
the streetlit stories of our lives.
I am, I am.

Time & time again,
where do you work? Where are you broken
like the white wing of your bedroom door,
kicked open once then closed no more.
I believed when I was young
what’s spoken by those Trojan tongues.
And jumped off fearless more than once
the bridge on which my heart is strung,
I am, I am.

But you’re a birthday, deep with the dayshine.
From dusk to moonbreak, the dust of keepsakes.

Time & time again, I am. I am.
Track Name: 20170424
Ask forgiveness,
not permission.
To words of wisdom
i won’t listen.
Just read my mind.
My eyes glisten
with pretty tears.
Here’s your mission:

Whisper.
Whisper me
sweet, sweet nothings,
sweet, sweet nothings,
nothings.

Hear my heart.
Start with silence.
Explanations are
a kind of violence.
Just hold me close
when the trial ends.
i don’t need choirs
or violins.

Just whisper.
Whisper me
sweet, sweet nothings,
sweet, sweet nothings,
nothings.

Sweet, sweet nothings.
Track Name: 20170425
Ashing in the abalone, learning to play dominoes,
we’re smoke and mirrors and animals disappearing as we close
the telescope of time around the table where we lay the bones
and turn off our phones.

The walls are hosting hoola hoops and groups of paper lightning bolts
cut out from retro porno mags a picture worth a thousand volts,
and through the blinds the streetlights white as sails on distant sailboats
in a frozen moat.

We’re not M.C. Escher’s picture of the hand drawing the hand.
We are mansions wishing we were castles made of sand,
three beasts of burden with no brand, no man to tell us where to stand
when they go dancing.

Would you rather fly or walk through walls or be invisible,
be rich or smart or strong or loved or just plain irresistible?
I used to say that death was best as far as superpowers go –
the abyss bestows.

But I’m glad to be alive even when tears claw at my eyes,
even when holes grow in the stolen suit of me, my much too-small disguise,
even when the lions and lionesses of my pride
go into hiding.

The day drinks up the night and the night pours out the day,
erasing and revising like the tide does with a wave.
Hello, goodbye, they’re both the same. We’re never close or far away,
We’re just waiting.

Don’t wait for me.
Don’t wait for me.
Track Name: 20170426
The binding spells
of a thousand hells,
once you’re in
your can never go.

My damage will
get in your blood
and speed it up
and make you gold.

I climb inside your electric eyes to feel
something that is furiously real.
What if my love could heal you;
what if it could heal me too?
what if it could heal me too?

& your damage cut me
like I was a drug
into fine lines
under long shadows,

like frozen grass,
the trails of aircraft
in your blue skies
in snow-white rows.

I climb inside your electric eyes to feel
something that is furiously real.
What if my love could heal you;
what if it could heal me too?
what if it could heal me too?
what if it could heal me too?
what if it could heal me too?
Track Name: 20170427
The bones of lightning fold
the angel hopes you hold
for your dreams to tremble true
They don't make time for you
Like I do

The ghosts who broke in half
my heart still haunt my past
Like ash as the fire grew
They don't make time for you
Like I do

Underneath it all
Underneath it all
Underneath it all
Underneath it all

The center of the shroud
That blooms all through this town
Drowned gowns to suffer through
They don't make time for you
Like I do

And rising from the wires
on the roof of bad luck's spires
the galactic static blues
They don't make time for you
Like I do

Underneath it all
Underneath it all
Underneath it all
Underneath it all

Be good to you
Be good to me
Track Name: 20170428
If you move in secret hidden hulls,
you can’t cut through a fight with a knife too dull.
If you’re playing hard but you got no strings,
the folks you love won’t hear anything.

Burned books,
and piles of typewriters,
and old computers,
and blown up jet fighters,
and cracked tablets,
and rotary phones,
that’s where we all go.
That is our home.

The rivers shrivel. The garden gets wild.
The ladders of bones collapse into piles.
Walk away from the mirror and be erased,
be the bare walls that scale the staircase.

Burned books,
and piles of typewriters,
and old computers,
and blown up jet fighters,
and cracked tablets,
and rotary phones,
that’s where we all go.
That is our home.

There is no raincoat for what’s coming down.
The true blue fire is once more coming around.
The unforgettable hooks that never made it to the boat,
that tore themselves free and died, but still float.


Burned books,
and piles of typewriters,
and old computers,
and blown up jet fighters,
and cracked tablets,
and rotary phones,
that’s where we all go.
That is our home.
That is our home.
Track Name: 20170429
The evening's ending.
The taxis slowly pulling up
Like light bending
Toward the black hole in my empty cup

The dead don't dream we're here.
There's nothing to fear.
The dead don't dream we're here.
There's nothing to fear.

I'll show you power
unfold your grave and golden throne
crown me in flowers
and tie my spirit to the stone

The dead don't dream we're here.
There's nothing to fear.
The dead don't dream we're here.
There's nothing to fear.

The tail lights blurring
with no why or where or whence
The reverse purring
of language's electric fence

The dead don't dream we're here.
There's nothing to fear.
The dead don't dream we're here.
There's nothing to fear.

I'll show you power
Change this grain of sand into pearl
Bury this tower
In rose petals in impossible swirl

The dead don't dream we're here.
There's nothing to fear.
The dead don't dream we're here.
There's nothing to fear.

The dead don't dream we're here.
There's nothing to fear.
The dead don't dream we're here.
There's nothing to fear.
Track Name: 20170430
Time & time again,
verily your friends will disappoint you,
like cats walking on your keyboard.
We are teams of children playing war
with cardboard swords. On metal wings,
flying between these bolts of lightning,
were she a bird, it would be of prey.
Were she your pet, it would be a stray.
I am. I am.

Time & time again,
if you play fifty-two card pickup
with other people’s feelings, you’ll stop
getting asked to do the dealing.
Still, it’s the same old song and dance,
and you saw it coming a mile away.
That’s how friendship and romance go
with a wild bird of prey.
I am. I am

But you’re a birthday deep with the dayshine.
From dusk to moonbreak, the dust of keepsakes.

Time & time again, I am. I am.
Track Name: 20170501
Angel,
you fell from grace
to this strange hell
with no flame
with no flame –

just people
who take aim
through peep holes.
Bombs away!
Bombs away!
Bombs away!

Quiet as a rose,
you’re a woman of your word.
Dropped from the sky,
it's just seed in the dirt.
Nobody move and
nobody gets hurt.
You want what you want,
and you’re a woman of your word.

Angel,
you fell from grace
to this strange hell.
We’re the same.
We’re the same.

Give me danger,
just a taste,
angel.
Bombs away!
Bombs away!
Bombs away!

Quiet as a rose,
you’re a woman of your word.
Dropped from the sky,
it's just seed in the dirt.
Nobody move and
nobody gets hurt.
You want what you want,
and you’re a woman of your word.
Track Name: 20170502
Namaste?
Where’s the hole where you threw my heart away?
How evolved of you to smile and say,
"namaste."

Give me all the dreamcatchers and crystals in the world
covered in candle wax in the glow of rainbow light bulbs.
Give me all the starling feather earrings ever worn,
and burn it all. When did your headband become a blindfold?

You hated the wind.
I used to hold my coat out like wings and tell you to get in.
I remember your eyes were so green,
then for awhile they were yellow, and then they were red, finally.

Namaste?
I wanted so bad to see you, but why today?
Why would you shake my hand and file me away?
What’s it solve for you to smile and say,
"namaste"?

Give me all the dreamcatchers and crystals in the world
covered in candle wax in the glow of rainbow light bulbs.
Give me all the starling feather earrings ever worn,
and burn it all. When did your headband become a blindfold?

Was it all just a dream,
some kind of commercial trying to sell you what you don’t need?

Namaste?
Where’s the hole where you threw my heart away?
How evolved of you to smile and say,
"namaste."
Track Name: 20170503
There’s tears
falling everywhere.
They pour.
They pour.

There’s tears
falling everywhere.
They pour.
They pour,

and nobody hears;
it’s a nightmare,
and more,
and more.

The man in the top floor of the tower
has all the power.
Watered by blood, all his metal flowers.
This is his hour.

There’s tears
falling everywhere.
They pour.
They pour,

and nobody hears;
it’s a nightmare,
and more,
and more.

100-stories tall, and they’re true, every one.
We are the gun,
and his is the finger that’s getting it done.
He already won.

Tears.
Tears.
Tears.
Tears.
Track Name: 20170504
There once was a fox who sat on a stone
who cried as the animals wouldn’t leave him alone.
The crow came along saying don’t feel so bad.
The big brown bear said you ought to be glad.
It was only the hummingbird that didn’t mind the pouting,
for she was thirsty, and the fox was a fountain.
"Sob me a story I can take to the bank."
So the fox kept crying, and the hummingbird drank.

That’s making love, minus the making,
minus the love, and it’s yours for the taking.

So Viva my miracle, if ever you find
yourself on the stone, keep this in mind.
It’ll hurt like hell, but it ain’t gonna kill ya
And you might learn something, and at first it’ll thrill ya.
But it ain’t love if it’s pain, the two aren’t the same,
and those you say different are playing a game.
And games can be fun, even when you lose,
so don’t be afraid, just know what you choose:

That’s making love, minus the making,
minus the love, and it’s yours for the taking.
Track Name: 20170505
The movie ain't over,
but Amy's ready to leave.
I got dropped off;
your truck don't have the seats,
so let her sit up front.
You two go on ahead.
I'm gonna stay;
I want to see the end.

From skin to skeleton,
how does all this end,
past screens and curtains,
enemies and best friends.

From skin to skeleton,
how does all this end,
past screens and curtains,
enemies and best friends.

& I walked by the dark horse after,
but I didn’t go in.
Out in this same rain,
people getting pinned.
Fireworks light even
in weather like this.
Nothing sparks in water
better than a kiss.

From skin to skeleton,
how does all this end,
past screens and curtains,
enemies and best friends.

From skin to skeleton,
how does all this end,
past screens and curtains,
enemies and best friends.

When I opened my eyes,
Amy was on the edge of the bed,
wearing the same clothes from the night before
talking about the end.
All the shapes a flame makes
as it flickers in the fuel.
Love doesn’t want to hurt you,
it’s time that is cruel.

From skin to skeleton,
how does all this end,
past screens and curtains,
enemies and best friends.

From skin to skeleton,
how does all this end,
past screens and curtains,
enemies and best friends.
Track Name: 20170506
You would lay like a city unmoving when you're sleeping
with only the blood and thoughts and dreams still streaking 
like headlights in black and white poster photographs.
And in the morning sometimes when I'd come in you'd laugh
from the floor where you'd rolled to after I'd gone
and couldn't reach your phone to tell me something was wrong.
How many times John have you laughed from the floor
among all us toy soldiers who pretend our life is a war?
We quit jobs because they're hard, and quit love and quit friends
and drink to become children and feel helpless again.

John, I’m sorry I quit.
John, I did give a shit,
I really did.
I really did.
I really did.

Your legs were thin as the bars on a cage.
No one should feel that trapped. It’s impossible to gauge
how strong you must be, in some ways you’re more than whole.
The rest of us, well, we’re just on cruise control.
I heard after I quit, someone locked your wheels
on the porch so you could sit in the sun with your meal,
and you wanted to smoke, so they lit the match,
and they left to make a phone call, and it dropped in your lap,
and they couldn’t hear you when it started to burn.
I’m glad you didn’t die. I guess it wasn’t your turn

John, I’m sorry I quit.
John, I did give a shit,
I really did.
I really did.
I really did.
Track Name: 20170507
Time & time again,
it goes by faster the second go round.
The things which used to splinter
in our memories now don't break the skin, for
we are remade with age with a metal
that doesn't bend, watchmen over a settled
night, when the concrete like mist stretched tight
in all directions the roofs kissed with moonlight.
I am, I am.

Time & time again,
but still my heart beats in the safe
even ever so quietly as the tumblers
I wait for the one who knows the numbers
to press her palms to my eye sockets
until stars burst in that darkness
and remain there faintly glowin'
even once my eyes are open.
I am, I am.

But you're a birthday, deep with the dayshine.
From dusk to moonbreak, the dust of keepsakes.

Time & time again, I am. I am.
Track Name: 20170508
i know some crazy
miserable liars,
but don’t be a blood bank to vampires.
And I know your reasons,
and they’re pretty good,
but Mr. Rogers, you're in the wrong hood.

Our two islands probably touch
if you go down deep enough.
I'll cheers to your sickness as well as your health,
just keep your coffin somewhere else.

They’re like a mood ring,
the color don’t change.
The world is their book you’re just a page.
And they got you dog-eared;
you're person who pays
attention to people who do nothing but complain.

Our two islands probably touch
if you go down deep enough.
I'll cheers to your sickness as well as your health,
just keep your coffin somewhere else.

You're climbing up barbed wire;
you gotta be tired.
Don't be a blood bank to vampires.
Don't be a blood bank to vampires.
Don't be a blood bank to vampires.
Don't be a blood bank to vampires.
Track Name: 20170509
I told my friends who sit at the bar,
"we should all have our own show!"
We’re just the kind of people who’d be big stars,
the kind you love more the less you know.

There’s the Plain Jane and the Mary Sue
and the Brooding Rebel between the two.
Then there’s the Old Deadbeat with the heart of gold,
and his Libertine Son with his nose in his phone.

And then there’s me, The Lonely One.
And then there’s me, The Lonely One.

The audience sighs as the credits roll by,
and the actors go back to their real lives,
but we stay right here night after night...

Here comes The Pixie with the troubled past,
with The Nice Guy who always finished last.
She talks about darkness, cue the audience to laugh.
He dreams someday she’ll be his better half.

And then there’s me, The Lonely One.
And then there’s me, The Lonely One.

The audience sighs as the credits roll by,
and the actors go back to their real lives,
but we stay right here night after night...
Track Name: 20170510
Where do we go when we die?
First, to a long and well-lit hall
with unlocked cabinets full of all our long
lost things, big and small:

Rings, keys, gloves and glasses,
trains of thought, touch, the massive
list goes on and on and on.

On and on and
on and on and on and on and on.

Next, a long procession
of all the people you never got to meet,
because you were scared to say hi, or ask their name twice,
or you just sat in the wrong seat:

Allies, wives, rivals, lovers,
friends, bosses, and blood brothers,
the list goes on and on and on.

On and on and
on and on and on and on and on.

And last there’s a door for everything
you ever said no to or didn’t try.
Behind it you can go and see what would have happened,
good or bad, what it would have been like:

Eyes, rides, parties and prayer,
a job, a drink, a drug, despair,
the list goes on and on and on.

On and on and
on and on and on and on and on.

Where do we go when we die?
Nowhere possibly;
so try to get it right the first time.
That’s my philosophy.
Track Name: 20170511
The city wears the streets like a tight striped dress.
It’s impossible not to look, but I don’t to stare like the rest.
I go slow, and I take the turns gently.
I try not to lend away lightly what gravely was lent me.

But actions speak louder than words,
and songs are for the birds,
so if you love me don’t let me know,
let it show.
If you love me don’t let me know,
let it show.

I don’t follow into woods after my hound bewitched –
there where the path forks, and the signs are switched –
or else I arrive on my own doorstep a child unclaimed,
small as violin, with a question mark for a name.

But actions speak louder than words,
and songs are for the birds,
so if you love me don’t let me know,
let it show.
If you love me don’t let me know,
let it show.

I got high and went to Walmart and walked from aisle to aisle.
Everyone here is on something. It’s an army of exiles.
I hear there’s an island of trash made of plastic in the ocean,
like a hole in all our heads, and it’s growing.

But actions speak louder than words,
and songs are for the birds,
so if you love me don’t let me know,
let it show.
If you love me don’t let me know,
let it show.
Track Name: 20170512
Love, now I found you.
I take all my walls down.
I take all my walls down.
I take all my walls down.

And gladly I lay down my knives.
My hands are so tired from holding them tight.
Gladly I lay down my life.

Love, now I found you.
I take all my walls down.
I take all my walls down.
I take all my walls down.

And gladly I lay down my knives.
My hands are so tired from holding them tight.
Gladly I lay down my life.

Walk with me.
Talk with me.
Lay with me.
Stay with me.

Love, now I found you.
I take all my walls down.
I take all my walls down.
I take all my walls down.

And gladly I lay down my knives.
My hands are so tired from holding them tight.
Gladly I lay down my life.
Track Name: 20170513
The skull maraca
filled with dreams and teeth
and chariots and caca
and fake dead flower wreaths.

The beat breaks. The heart quakes.
I shake before you

the skull maraca
filled with memories
mad dashed on the rocks of
time’s slow striptease.

The beat breaks. The heart quakes.
I shake before you
the skull maraca

shellacked in bloody pages
that could not to Rorschach you,
my smallest of cages.

The beat breaks. The heart quakes.
I shake before you

the skull maraca.
The skull maraca.
Track Name: 20170514
Time & time again,
mama I know when your power went out
how dark it got for you when we
stopped being your babies.
That love is electric, isn’t it?
And somehow worth all the shit,
literally. And afterwards the candle
of just you is too small to handle.
I am, I am.

Time & time again,
And you know mama I made a baby too,
but I still don’t really know what you went through.
I used to think my turn would be like you
and dad: a partner, a house, some pets;
in some ways it was all as good as it gets.
But I know deep down it was really hard.
There’s more to life than a nice back yard.
I am, I am.

But you’re a birthday, deep with the dayshine.
From dusk to moon break, the dust of keepsakes.
Track Name: 20170515
I want to fly.
I want to sing.
But underwater,
what good are wings?
In every gutter
the wine flows,
and where it’s bound
I go.

Are you the moon?
Am I a cloud?
What is this wind
all about
that pushes me to you,
this invisible ghost?
Where it’s bound
I go.

What a dream
we could be,
if only our minds
would let us sleep.
And where the dream would take us
I don’t know,
but where it’s bound
I go.

I want to love.
I want to touch.
But my hands
turn to dust.
You looking for me?
Follow the smoke.
Where it’s bound
I go.
Where it’s bound
I go.
Track Name: 20170516
The buried man who like a nail goes in
and disappears with intention
wears the earth like a cloak.
It was just after dawn when I woke up.
The paper moon lamp we never turned off
shrunken in the bloom of daylight's soft
glory, as it piece by piece paints
your room, your things, your arms, your face.

Put your flowers on me.
Lay your flowers on me.
Put your flowers on me.
Lay your flowers on me.

For a minute like that I watched you,
the blankets braided beige and blue
like snakes you'd wrestled til dead.
I thought I might kiss you, but left instead
and sunk myself into my day
like a shovel. To stay away
from love is impossible. It's like
I'm a moth and you're the brightest light
on the block. But if I could bury
myself in myself, like you in those carrion
snakes, there would still be my stone
you could come and talk to when you felt alone.

Put your flowers on me.
Lay your flowers on me.
Put your flowers on me.
Lay your flowers on me.
Track Name: 20170517
I am walking backwards.
When i’m by your side
I am going back in time through my life
to when I was the blackbird
waiting in the song.
There was nothing wrong with my wings all along.

Nothing broke that a smile can’t fix,
yours always does the trick.
Nothing sunk that won’t lift with a laugh.
Be my be my be my be my be my be my be my be my
Be my be my be my be my be my be my be my be my
life raft,
life raft.

I am walking backwards.
When i’m by your side
I am going back in time through my life
to when all that mattered
was all the joy
I felt all around when I was just a boy.

Nothing broke that a smile can’t fix,
yours always does the trick.
Nothing sunk that won’t lift with a laugh.
Be my be my be my be my be my be my be my be my
Be my be my be my be my be my be my be my be my
life raft,
life raft.

I am walking backwards.
When i’m by your side
I am going back in time through my life
to when I was the master
of being young,
and happiness was my mother tongue.

Nothing broke that a smile can’t fix,
yours always does the trick.
Nothing sunk that won’t lift with a laugh.
Be my be my be my be my be my be my be my be my
Be my be my be my be my be my be my be my be my
life raft,
life raft.
Track Name: 20170518
You want space.
You think that you will bloom
with a little room,
like dust from a broom.

Space.
Space.
Space.

In the afternoon,
you wanna be the moon.
Be the snow in June
while I sink like a lotus.
Oh, what I would not
give for you to notice

All that I’m carrying.
All that I’m carrying.
All that I’m carrying.
All that I’m carrying.

You want space.
You think it’s full of stars,
all of heaven’s scars.
Reach your arms through the bars.

Space.
Space.
Space.

Wear a bigger suit.
Be a hole you shoot
to feel the rain through the roof
while I sink like a lotus.
Oh, what I would not
give for you to notice

All that I’m carrying.
All that I’m carrying.
All that I’m carrying.
All that I’m carrying.

Am I light covered in darkness, or darkness covered in light?
Is a rose a rose when it’s covered in dog piss? I never get anything right.

All that I’m carrying.
All that I’m carrying.
All that I’m carrying.
All that I’m carrying.
Track Name: 20170519
I have no fear of winning,
of putting my finger in the mouth
of the game that ate your quarter.
I’ll burn this arcade down.

One of these days, you’ll get out of this town,
and I’ll still be here, holding it down.

I have no fear of fighting.
I’d drink a cup of tears.
If the crowd is getting hungry,
you bleed to get their cheers.

One of these days, you’ll get out of this town,
and I’ll still be here, holding it down.

I have no fear of dying.
The angels keep their receipts.
They can take me back whenever,
and judge me by my deeds.

One of these days, you’ll get out of this town,
and I’ll still be here, holding it down.

There are no tests that matter.
I’m not afraid fail.
I am no crazy captain.
There is no white whale

One of these days, you’ll get out of this town,
and I’ll still be here, holding it down.

I have no fear of loving.
I’ll fire into that smoke
and hope that I hit something
that can take a joke.

One of these days, you’ll get out of this town,
and I’ll still be here, holding it down.
Track Name: 20170520
I don’t need the rich to bow.
They’ll get theirs someday anyhow.
I don’t need the American dream.
I’m fine being on the losing team.
I don’t want the world to burn.
I need this thing to turn to turn.
I don’t need another try.
Someone already got it right.
I don’t need the sun to shine.
I’m fine with rain most of the time.
I don’t need the crowd to hush.
Let them chatter if they must.
I don’t need quiet and peace.
I don’t need to call the police.

For right now at least
what I think I need is
you.

I don’t need to settle any scores
in a holier than thou sort of war.
I don’t need the bad guy to pay.
Let that dog have its day.
I don’t need to know the truth,
to see inside the wizard’s booth.
I don’t need fortune & fame.
What really matters stays the same.
I don’t need you to be true.
I’ll be me and you be you.
I don’t need to travel around.
The sky is the sky. Ground is ground.
I don’t need to know myself.
I can play the hand I’m delt.

For right now at least
what I think I need is
you.
You.
Track Name: 20170521
Time & time again,
I think of life now like a woods
where there cannot be space for all.
To save a pine, a birch should fall.
To drink, don’t overpour the cup.
One has to go for another to come up,
or you’ll find both your flowers dead,
replaced by insects in your head,
I am, I am.

But time & time again,
the mistake some of us make is thinking
we are smart enough to have it both ways.
We can cross the river and not pay.
But the thing that sits and never speaks
but rows and knows the boat will leak
laughs at you like he laughed at me
and takes you not across but far downstream.
I am, I am.

And you're a birthday deep with the dayshine.
From dusk to moonbreak, the dust of keepsakes.

Time & time again, I am. I am.
Track Name: 20170522
At the end of the night
when the day’s been a fight,
I need something stout
to knock me out.
And sometimes the sheep
need a field of good green
before I go down
for the count.

But a woman’d be stronger
A woman’d be stronger.
A woman’d be stronger.
I know.
I know.

And in the middle of the day
when things don’t go my way,
and I can’t let it go,
deep down I know
what the whole world must know
when they look at all those
balanced on the flagpoles
roleplaying control.

But a woman’d be stronger
A woman’d be stronger.
A woman’d be stronger.
I know.
I know.

Walls keep you in,
but that’s not real medicine.
I know at least for me
what sets me free.
When a man lets his scars
put him behind some bars,
it’ll take more than steel
to help him to heal.

But a woman’d be stronger
A woman’d be stronger.
A woman’d be stronger.
I know.
I know.

But a woman’d be stronger
A woman’d be stronger.
A woman’d be stronger.
I know.
I know.
Track Name: 20170523
Is my heart gold,
or is it coal?
Am I young,
or am I old?

I can’t tell the difference.

Am I lost,
or am I home?
Am I in love,
or am I alone?

I can’t tell the difference.

Should I go,
or should I stay?
Is it too soon,
or is it too late?

I can’t tell the difference.

Am I half-written,
or half-erased?
Are you the way through,
or are you the maze?

I can’t tell the difference.
Track Name: 20170524
The Devil had a party when God had a Son.
He said, "congratulations, buddy!
Looks like you won.
Finally, I'm gonna get something done.

The Devil had a party when God had a Son.
"Coo chee coo chee coo, cutie pie.
You and I
are gonna have some fun."

You get the invite with directions to the house.
It says once you’re in you’re in and you’re never getting out.
There are three doors, it says, and you will have to choose.
Depending on how look at it, no matter what you win or lose.

Behind door number 1... the Devil!
Behind door number 3... the Devil!
Behind door number 2... You-Know-Who!

The Devil had a party when God had a Son.
Everybody put on your dancing shoes.
Show him your moves.
He'll play the drum.

The Devil had a party when God had a son.
Everyone is gonna be there
or be square. The killers and the cops.
The lecher and the nun.

Behind door number 1... the Devil!
Behind door number 3... the Devil!
Behind door number 2... You-Know-Who!