Thoughts of cherry red lips stoking the passion
Her softness, her innocence intoxicating
She keeps her secrets hidden, but the clues are there
Curiousity and thrill mixed with doubt and worry
Treasures and real pleasures await
But to enter the city you need the lions courage

I am perplexed by your ability to ignite such rage with in me.

See you speak and I  hear nothing but white hot anger well.

and You slow your voice and the drippings hit the floor.

Hit the floor like me, every time you raised your hand.

I remember the feeling, I can conjure the day

They way you would throw fists in my face

Really swept me away.

The way you would lose all control
all proportion, all authority.

She hit me again, I am trembling.

She tried to hug me this morning and I


fell to the ground in fear.
I flinch like a dog whose seen to many

back hands, guitar straps, branches from the fallen tree.
To many arthritic swollen fists swinging toward me.

This dog has heard one to many times

"I ******* HATE YOU" from the breast who fed it.

I'm jotting down words like there's no tomorrow
My minds thinking fast my hands trying to follow
I have so much that I need to say
But your intoxication led me astray
Not because I know your face or name
But the words you speak seep out through your veins
Those words remind me of a lovely lyric
"Oh I've got lightning in my veins"
By the great Rod Stewart
They aren't the best words in the song
"The rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum, with the words I love you rolling off my tongue"
Now they're the ones that get me every time
Turned up loud feeling the vibe, aching from the passion inside

Just as Elton performs his greatest intro
I listen to beat and it's you that I'm in to
The grand piano and the piano man connect as one
Just a mans feelings and an instrumental being, create the birth of a new beginning, a musical feeling has the listener stealing his emotional dealings

Funeral For A Friend / Song For Guy
This song has two titles, I think I know why
The music tells a story and the lyrics can't lie, Guy must've been one hell of a guy
If love lies bleeding in his hands and Elton John's one of his biggest fans

So,
I guess it isn't just me
Who cant find the words so lyrically
For This Song Has No Title, is another one
Maybe he wrote it emotionally numb
Or maybe there just aren't the words to express, the way the music beats powerful and strong through his chest
So this song has no title just words and a tune, I'll keep on writing by light of the moon

It was I who dealt our hand
Not fate, as you would have it
You didn’t fix me in this chair
I sit resigned to sulk and stare
Sister, sister, won’t you listen?
Close your eyes with open ears
Please let go of these falsified fears
All this time and it was I,
Please now, listen, don’t you cry,
I was driving on that night,
Foot on gas and headlights bright,
I slammed into the metal gate
It was you who quickly ran away
Pinned for crime as I’d pinned my legs
Sister, darling, I’ve held regret
But now I’ve spoken, breathing yet
Our sorrows drowned in the ocean waves
You smile and dance as my story ends, asking
“All this time, we could have been friends?”

You started out this walk
In the early days of youth
Letting others actions and talk
Get the best till nothing's left of you

Is it in a badge you earn
Or does it come au naturale
Into your psyche it seems to be burned
A fever hotter than hell

Although it's where you live
You've no idea of what it does
Hate is a deep dark dusty valley
Some never climb out of...

You've paid time and time again
And still can't get out of its debt
One of the original sins
You haven't figured out quite yet

If only the world around
Would learn to do right in your eyes
Then you wouldn't always be found
Trying to pick a fight

Never invited to the dance
Love holds no chance to overcome
When hate is a deep dark dusty valley
Some never climb out of...

Continually gasping for air
In this your dry and dusty land
Walking in circles of despair
With no one to hold your hand

People keeping their distance
No one dares conversate with you
As you fume like nobody's business
In a constant hateful loop

You'd think by now in your burning tower
That you would have had enough
But hate is a deep dark dusty valley
Some never climb out of...