I could just drop at any second,
Cause I’m living right on the limit.
Got to stand up and keep movin on.
This world a lot of angry got to crack a smile
It Ain’t no matter what they do or what they say
My life happens anyway so just as long as I am standing
I’m going to stay up late and rock it all night long.
Yearly Archives: 2017
To The Last Note
When every note is played
every sound has been made
The clock has run down
till there is no ticking sound
I take my guitar from the dusty old case
With a touch of a string spring a smile on my face
Put a stone in my fingers put my ear to the ground
With the universe whisper of the earth going round
With the beat of the waves and the tune of the sea
The rush of the wind splash a smile right on me
Rock with the ocean and roll with the sea
To the whisper of the earth in a timeless song.
Same Ole Notes
Angels breathe fire, Children dance long before they walk.
A world filled with desire and now the mechanical demons talk.
I can’t get no higher but the pain just won’t leave.
My preacher is a liar and now my cop is a thief.
While politicians turn traitor, warriors are dying in the street.
Lost children’s faces just remind me of who I used to be.
The haters are my brothers, the lovers are my friends.
They spend their time sitting around making so many endless battle plans.
It’s the same ole news on a different day.
A world gone crazy sometimes too dark to see.
Sometimes the dream gets lost in the fog and the drinks.
Turns out you only see what you wanted to be.
One side is on fire the other may drown.
Might be time to stand me up and get me out of this town.
Sister morphine in my dream don’t you know I need you now.
Get me out of here wake me up somehow.
It’s the same ole story told a different way.
A world gone crazy, tiny heads right on the TV.
The words so cold and the children cry.
Still our warriors are dying lying in the street.
It’s the same ole world as when I was 16.
Something told me you better run and I did not hesitate.
Now i see that I am not alone there are so many like me.
Trust me when I say you know your dream will fade into a reality.
It’s the same ole notes on a different day.
A world gone crazy sometimes too dark to see.
The childhood dream gets lost in the smoke and the trees.
But it turns out you are just who you pretended to be.
Why once more
I’m still here, what a dream
A mind never did awaken,
to see the real world around us
Not bad nor good it’s just a roll of the dice
some people were born to see and some just to dream
who is to say which is the best or which way is right
When you first awaken and you see the others around you,
some can see and you think the others will someday awaken.
that does not happen,
so the ones who truly see from the beginning,
are the chosen few