Let's set out together
Explore the breeze
We'll walk hand in hand
Beneath the trees
In no particular direction
No direction we need
These adventures of the unknown
Leave us freed

I stopped by for a cigarette and to hear a story
He always told the tale of one eyed molly
She lost her eye
In a fight with a dog
The moral of the story was
Never trust something
Just because it may look harmless,
Even act harmless
But this day he told me another tale
The one of old Lumberjack Dale*

He was large like an ogre
Chopped too many trees to know of

Was stupid according to my uncle
This gave me quite a chuckle

He left off, on a normal morning
Hiked up the mountain
To where the clear dirt’s mourning

Held his axe and began to swing
The trees didn't have a prayer
He thought he was king

One fell down
He yelled "TIMBER"
Another smacked the ground
He Yelled "TIMBER"
Then another
and
Another

Birds were scattering
Squirrels were flying
The sounds were of a madman grunting through fire

"TIMBER"
The fifth hit the ground
The lumberjack ogre
Had to sit down

He swung one too many times, on this here day
The mountain swung back with a black bear, ok?

Protecting her cubs she wrestled the big man
Teeth in his arm and his axe in his hand

He squinted his eyes and flung the weapon
Missing the giant bear standing about 6' 11"

The mountain whispered to the lumberjack
"Leave and never come back"
He had ****** his pants and ran for the shack

"TIMBER"

The old black bear followed
Protecting her land
And the ones she adored

Tainted by the blood moon, I lay awake
Night air swept through my window and I escaped
What’s over the hill and behind the shadow?
Dreadfully that answer I already know
Nothing worth seeing, the adventures over
Some cattle fields and a lonesome hollow
But if only for a moment or so
I could remember the wonder of my childlike soul

I tossed my cold feet to the floor
Placed upon my shoulders that afghan, never worn
Set out to the hills off in the distance
That feeling of adrenaline, an adventures mistress

The old 2 lane route 302
Had became an untraveled pave way at quarter to 2
She spoke my name and the trees listened
Walnuts fell on the old tin roof of Mr.  Simmons

“Look beyond Alone,
There’s more to this road than what you think you know
Keep walking now you’re almost there
No longer will you be afraid whence you’re spared.”

What was the night saying to me?
I wasn’t sure because it was then that I couldn’t see
So travelling the road I did proceed
Looked to the finish it wasn’t far to be
My pace was in scurry like atop was gold
But I found soon out this wasn’t so
Nothing was there waiting I need
Another lonely place as silent as she

The rolling meadows done nothing for me
Like a blind man being amongst the sea
But in the distance it came crashing on me
And my eyes were opened immediately

My house was burning that I could see
And everyone else’s on the street
Dying alone snuggled in bed
Smoke inhalation now they're dead
I watched the night turn to red

Like the blood moon had tainted my soul
Fire roamed the street that once was home

All the neighbors that wouldn’t speak to me
Charred to death and forever they sleep
I guess it was intuition to leave
It seems like maybe the night had saved me

And here I sit alone again
Thinking of that autumn dark, I remembered my sin
Crystal **** on a wild weekend

I killed them all and no one knows
The blood moons curse on my soul

It was new years day
I remember it like it was yesterday
We had a birthday party for my nephew
Everyone was there and I loved you
I told them all what I would do
I'd ask to marry you
You said yes
I was pleased
But I remember from then on
It was diseased
I loved you
More than you ever me
I couldn't help the jealousy
But that night I caught you
At the Wally Mcgees
That made me absolutely crazy
All I could think about;
Was that **** Beatles song
Where they sat on a cornflake
And pigs ran from a gun  
I couldn't help what I done
I had to do it,
You were causing me too much pain

But I ended it
My pain I mean
With a knife in her vein
I guess you could say
That I was **Mad Hatter

Under the moon
In a unused lagoon
I swim alone
Searching for
A silver spoon
Ive heard rumors
The burial of
Old Doc. Boone
He had a fortune
Stolen from Mr. Blume
They left in his body
A Golden Harpoon

His open mouth smile
Gave me a shiver
Twinkle in his eye
Tickle the quiver
Ugh what is it now?
Same old Uncle Joe
Wrinkly brow
Puffing smoke
Come on boy, get in the truck
Hell no, Uncle Joe
I'm a sitting duck
Get in, now
You better do as you're told
Jesus, God
He's out of control
Down by the creek
We took a trip
And there it was
Lying in a ditch
See it, boy
Look at what I made
My God Joe
What is that thing?
I looked at his face
There it was again
Cigarette in his mouth
An open ended grin
He said you know what it is
Take that stick and poke it
Mother of God
It couldn't be
But I know it
A man was there
Dead in the ditch
Twinkle in his eye
Lickity split
Christ almighty
I knew not to flinch
He started to chuckle
Turned to me and said
Look at his face, boy
That's your brother Red
Never again
Have I lost all self control
But on that Summer Sunday
I lost it
Body and soul
I drew back a branch
That I found on the ground
Saw nothing but blackness
And now he's down
**** crazed Uncle Joe
He's out for the count
Smile on his face
While he's bleeding out
I feel better now
Saying it aloud
I don't get many visitors
This time around

I flip flopped and tossed
Awake and sleeping
Premonitions of a day of weeping
Lucid dreams on the glass I'm peeping
.
.
.
The moons surrounded my past
Revolving heartaches and the car crash
I saw two flowers grow tall before my eyes
They were hauntingly deceptive
Bluming toward the darkened sky
Like a mirrors reflection
.
.
.
I saw myself
Standing out of bed
The stars began to fall
The stars in my head
.
.
.
Through the open window
My nose again bled
I called for my mother
I forgot she was dead
.
.
.
Standing there, I'm screaming;
bleeding;
Fading
Like the clouds covered the sky
On this particular evening

The footsteps lead to somewhere unknown
But its a place Ive gone before
I never know when I'm on my way
But it's all too familiar needless to say
The room spins as I drown myself quickly
A splash of water and a double shot of whiskey  
My fingers run at half speed
My heart plays background music while the mind leads
The sight of starburst covered hardwood
It makes me think of that orange hand cream that smells so good
At the twinkle of the sun the world stops turning
Life strolls the perimeter of my brain while swirling
My eyes fall out of place and nuzzle up to my desk lamp
That feeling of an overload explosion down at the power plant
Ah, bowakawa pousse, pousse
The song is on "replay" as they say

Walking barefoot in the snow
Frostbite black on his toes
The night had been 10 below
He was deaths only beau  
Blood stained white,
fade to red
In the night,
scared dead
Lovers lost,
canyon cave
Alone in sorrow,
snowy grave
He left out,
years ago
Twas the night
Massacre, oh
He loved his family,
now we know
He was crazy,
this is so
Shot his wife
Mrs. Jo
Smashed his sons,
face slow
It was spontaneous
killings, no
He had said,
turn to stone

Cardinal Feathers and Tears are worn
The Yellow Sun had again been born
Life had fallen some months before
Now they kneel in a circle mourn

Drained and seared,
The soil below looked in fear
To the energies, they raised their peer
Hoping for another light to near

Hand in hand they began to dance
Shouting a melody so complex
Like a majestic wave of ancient ***
A sacred cry for another chance

Stomping and chanting all around
The sky came splashing down
They open their spirit to make a sound
Was an echoing thunder from the ground

It's almost like a scene from a movie
Whereas it's infinitely more desirable
The softest melody serenades the moment
Time seems to be as absent as the trees
I can see the deepest elegance in your everything  
Eating a snatched apple
Situated so gracefully upon the stump of a tree
The dew covered mountain side had never been as tranquil
That time it was just you and me*

I walk it every now and again
Wishing I could go back to then
This desolation leaves me broken
My love, you've been forever stolen

Beneath the deepest ocean
I found a memory
One of a child
Doodling in his sketchpad
Blue birds
And willows
But those days at home
Are long forgotten  
A dream of when all was right
A story about birds in a tree
The tree beneath the sea

In vision; a small girl
She scurries
Scratches on her face
From the thickets
In a yellow dress with white front
Drips of blood fall from her cheek
They stain her beauty
Her blonde hair is free
Her eyes; as pure as the sun
She runs from the world
She runs from the hate
She runs from the war
She runs from the bullies
She runs  through the stabbing briers
Despite the pain
She saves her innocents
Even if it's just for a moment
She knows
Evil dwells beyond the tree line