I know I’m sloppy
but it ain’t for not trying
I have too many notes inside that I have to get out,
And I ain’t got too much time
Silence
So close together but still you’re not with me
The silence can be deafening and my days fly by
I feel my time is short,I know my days are few
I sit alone at night and stare into the silence
Loneliness and I have always been the very best of friends.
No one will hear me if I cry in the end.
We could never talk about what we really need
No one can ever be prepared For what you turn out to be
I bleed into my work traces of my soul
You stare into the chaos that I don’t want to know
Just phantoms left of who we used to be
We never touch and it breaks my heart
To think you don’t want me
Children
Children
December 19, 2012
I remember when mom was beautiful
and daddy was just as mean.
He beat her with a chair in the kitchen
on Christmas eve.
Me and my baby brother,
we got right in the way.
We said daddy your not gonna
beat on mommy no more today.
When
When it all comes down to it
And you see the later days
Only one thing really matters anymore
Just how smart can you be
When it starts changing all around you
Can you make your way out
When there are strangers all around you.
Even if you can’t find the door.
Merica Want’s It”s Hat Back
We are what we are
I am what I am
You are who you are
Yet we are the same
Darkness
Seems like all my words come from the darkness
Yet I keep searching for the light
I Feel the warm wind on my face
I can hear the earth in flight
I could reach out and touch the moon
While the sun is chasing me around
In the quite darkness I find home
and I’m still searching for that sound
Let the moon light find me
Let the music play
Beat the drums
Let it shake the ground
Till love comes back to stay.
Then we will fly like birds in the sky
We will run till the morning comes
Then we will play all the songs undone
In the early morning mist
we will find true love in a kiss
Indians
Taken from the forest to the desert land
lying face down in the sand I thought I was dreaming.
White man wants the gold, the oldest story ever told.
An in the end my people would die.
Son don’t ever trust a white man
He’ll burn you home and take your land
He will leave you face down in the desert to die.
On May 28, 1830 the Indian Removal Act
was signed into law by President Andrew Jackson.
Edge
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.
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 News
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, now my cop is a thief.
While politicians turn traitor, warriors are still dying in the street.
The 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 useless, endless battle plans.
It’s the same old news on a different day.
The 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 want it to be.
One side is on fire the other may drown.
It Might be time to stand me up somebody help me, get me out of this town.
Sister morphine in my dream, don’t you know I need you now.
Somebody wake me up, somebody help me, wake me up somehow.
It’s the same ole story, told a different way.
A world gone crazy, tiny heads right on the TV.
Their 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 now, you know your dream going to turn 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, lost in the smoke and the trees.
Turns out you are just who you pretended to be.