Play fight

This is about a hoping that a friendship becomes more then just that, and also realizing it never will. It is very personal to me. I wrote it vaguely around the same structure as Lady Stardust, again by David Bowie.

It’s here,

In this, masterful backwater station

Were would have done so much

But instead, stood for awhile

With out even a breathe of altruistication

We loved ourselves

But, when did this become

Our endeavored, pitiless motivation

Call my lies

But will we be

Stirred from such callous complication

Call forever

But I will find

No egress from this devouring revelation

We can play fight

Pretend nothing has happened

We can play fight

Pretend nothing can be better

We can, lay at night

With nothing better on our minds

But we will play fight, play fight

For years

We saw each other on the reach of

A fabricated wooden bridge,

Begging for the release

Of the current rushing below

We held on fast

Barely wavered

But never quite found the direction of the flow

Listen to music

Listen to Roger

But never quite find the things that he knows

David is strumming

And it hurts us

Even they are not sufficient to expose our souls

Aritst's Song

For the longest time, I didn't know why I wrote this. I think it's apparent now to me, it's about me and my little sis, and very very very slight co-dependence. We are two very independent people, but we lean on each other at times. It's also about despair. I wrote it to fight perfectly with David Bowies, Life On Mars

It’s a stale wooden taste

The quenching revulsion in her face

Searching in the faintness shining place

In the smallest black hole in outer space

And now her love can never be replaced

Stuck in the strings of this haze

And the moon is in its untimely phase

And she ponders the beauty of its gaze

But restless under the light

Even a moonbeam can’t ease her night

It in fact confuses her sight

As she looks upon

Dead Gods

Lost in a gray snap

Their bones

Still never erode

If their stories are told

And she sees the

Artists

Write another song

Best wish

If he could get not get it wrong

Have everyone sing along

On the Artist’s Song

Balanced on his wavering self esteem

Emotional context not as firm as it seems

Loose knots on his weakest seams

As the sun burns the tether with its beams

It’s blazes right into his outlandish dreams

With his most unadorned thoughts staggering

Still his hands contracts when he strums his keys

Pouring down on his joy and misery

But in lyrical amazing light

Even this simple song can’t ease his night

In fact is confuses his sight

As he looks upon

Dead Gods

Lost in a gray snap

Their bones

Still never erode

If their stories are told

And he is the

Artists

Writing another song

Best wish

If he could get not get it wrong

Have everyone sing along

On the Artist’s Song

Lines

This is quite possibly the best and most complicated song I wrote by myself. This is about how people affect each other. I call it Lines because as as far as quantum physics are concerned, everyone is linked in one way or another. This was inspired by much discussion between me and Amanda Hicks over much philosophy. There is also a reference to 1984 in there.

Dyed in a certain hint of blue

The closer we stand, the brighter the hue

The single stroke and our waters fuse

The more we amend, the more we choose

Prospects as it seems, it never ends

A great opening, to connect or to offend

Regardless of where we are, we can send

I feel the breeze, though miles from your wind

The larger the labyrinths inside our head

The deeper the lines becomes shades or red

Around hedges and limestone we we’re lead

By the musicality of the things we said

And under the spreading chestnut tree

I drew you, and you drew me

And under the spreading chestnut tree

I cured you, and you cured me.

And under the spreading chest nut tree,

I pained you, and you pained me.

Under the spreading chestnut tree

I sold you and you sold me.

I coasted along, figured it might be fine

Gazed unto you, found I was behind

When I turned, you felt the crime

You sat alone, desperate for the rest of time.

I took you in, and scrutinized without regret

Found your reluctant dove, and vandalized it

You then swore to scorn, anyone like me and went

Into the loathsome abyss I feel, and slowly crept.

In the dark, and in disgrace, I laid

Refused to understand, and refused to pray

And as it burned, time stole my days

In finless dreams, I concluding the right words to say

And under the spreading chestnut tree

I drew you, and you drew me

And under the spreading chestnut tree

I cured you, and you cured me.

And under the spreading chest nut tree,

I pained you, and you pained me.

Under the spreading chestnut tree

I sold you and you sold me.

Sixth Sense

This is about eating pussy. Nothing else. I wanted to write an upbeat song, and well, this happened. Thing STP.

Wicked lacerations on your perfumed fissure

Sentenced to lashes, enticed by your euphoric figure

Probing for that sensational core, to liquefy you skin

Tangled by the intoxicating wires, jet a la fin

And I

I want to tickle your 6^th sensation

I want your… 6^th sensation

And I

Wanna induce your sixth sense

I want your…sixth sense

And I

I want to tickle your 6^th sensation

I want your… 6^th sensation

And I

Wanna induce your sixth sense

I want your…sixth sense

Crackling sensations, brought in you electrified

Our different lips meet, and you burn alive

I slither around, seeing if I can’t find

The thing to make you hips go into grind

And I

I want to tickle your 6^th sensation

I want your… 6^th sensation

And I

Wanna induce your sixth sense

I want your…sixth sense

And I

I want to tickle your 6^th sensation

I want your… 6^th sensation

And I

Wanna induce your sixth sense

I want your…sixth sense

I think.

This song is about vices, and how I fell people are fooled into thinking they will actually help. Only you can help yourself. Musically, I wrote it to Polly, by Nirvana.

I think my leg hurts

Gonna need some medicine

I got a growing migraine, Can’t concentrate

Maybe pop a Ritalin

Today, you sadden me

Gonna need some medicine

I’ve got a growing migraine, can’t help myself

Maybe pop some Coricidin

Did yesterday happen?

Gonna need some medicine

I’ve got a growing migraine, memory lapse

Maybe pop some Xanex

Gimme pills, gimme God

Gimme needles, gimme pot

Take this pain, another day

Take this fear, another place

I think my soul hurts

Gonna need to confess my sin

I’ve got a growing lust, ex-lover

Maybe drop down and pray

I think I going to hell

Gonna need to confess my sin

I’ve got this growing lust, apathy

Maybe I’ll sit around all day

I think I hate people

Gonna need to confess my sin

I’ve got this growing lust, mass homicide

Maybe I’ll take communion.

Give me pleasure, give me gold

Give me power, Give me control

Take this Christ, name your price

Take this money, for my life

I think I’m hungry

Gonna need to get some change

I’ve this growing greed, get me gold

Maybe I’ll buy a slave

I think I’m lowly

Gonna need to get some change

I’ve got this growing greed, send me silver

Maybe I’ll buy this day

I think I’m healthy

Gonna need some change

I’ve got this growing greed, fresh fragrances

Maybe I’ll buy sanctity

I’ve got my deity; I’ve got my high

I’ve got my money, they get me by

Take my pleasure, another day

Take my freedom, another place

Going...somewhere

This song is about the hardships of leadership and sacrifice. Has a Nirvana fell to it. Not much rhyming

Standing on the wall

And the bricks are cracking

The birds try to knock me down

And I become your defense

But the top is shaking

Down come the sparrows

Down with your sorrows

And if I come today

I come a little too late

And if I carry you home

Can I be left alone?

If I help conquer your rage.

Will you leave me on stage?

Strapped on the fence

With your bruises, on my body

Do you want to watch?

The whip, hit harder

And the tie becomes undone

Down come your king

Down comes your stimulation

And if I come today

I come a little to late

And if I carry you home

Can I be left alone?

If I help conquer your rage.

Will you leave me on stage?

And nothing bothers me

And plenty bothers you

Still you follow me

And I don’t know what to do

I am just going somewhere

Somewhere…. somewhere

And if I come today

I come a little to late

And if I carry you home

Can I be left alone?

If I help conquer your rage.

Will you leave me on stage?

Sealed in my vault

My treasure has been taken

I am not alone

You still, have found me

Bringing back my gold

Down falls the doorway

Down with the things I say

Still untitled

This is a complex song, and also I consider the best I have written. To be fair, Chris Walker helped a lot with this one. When I had originally finished it, we went back and spiced it up quite a bit. He made me think, as well as being responsible for a few lines in there. This is about trying not to end a relationship on bad terms, and if it does happen, later going on to fix the damage done. While I was writing this song, a certain ex of mine and myself made up after years of silence. It encouraged me to finish this song.

These melting clocks reverberate glass waves

You left me trapped in a prison of my desires

While your feet candidly meander away

Escaping the moonlit labor in a mundane symphony

Can you feel the pressure?

Of another lost romance in

A blue light reflected in shades of gray.

And reality hits

Nothing drastic will ever happen

Time to reply to the call of the risk

It’s not complicated

Nothing in life is overrated

Combining words with rhythm takes eternity

In evaporated time in disorienting tundra

The magnetic polarity attracts me to your redolence

And if I changed myself into the man of your dreams

Could you still justify your bible of lies

Do you feel the distortion?

Of loved unconquered

Wine flows into perfect poetry

And reality hits

Nothing else truly matters

Time to leave that story, incomplete in the epilogue

It's not practicality

Just another tragedy

Of a relationship lost in maintenance.