Living little less than the right way
I've turned all my friends to stone
Weary legs carry me
To the river
Wash off everything I've known

I've seen dead flowers on the way
And crowds of people all alone
No charity tempts me
To deliver
Now stinginess I don't condone

And I don't want to roam
Too far from my home
Don't want to leave it all away
The world seems small
When you have it all
Oh I wish that I could stay

When I arrived the river had frozen still
Ole Neptune saw no other way
If I could only find a little time
To ****
I'd be out here all the day

And I don't understand
Why I'm branded where I stand
Don't think you know how it might feel
It doesn't take
Much for a heart this cold to break
Without a hope ever to heal

And when you hear these words
Next life my friend
I don't know where I'll be then
If there's one thing
This world has shown
We borrow everything we own

Oh to reap what I have sewn
Oh to reap what I have sewn
Oh to reap what I have sewn
Oh to reap what I have sewn

I wish i had a fork
Because i got this dank speghetti
I feel like such a dork
Because my stomaches ******* ready

Funny how we fear to try things new.
When once upon a time, that was all we knew.

Crest the best
**** Colgate
Crest the best
Got great taste

Clean your teeth
Bright and white
Clean your teeth
Every night

Buy that Crest
Colgate's waste
Buy that Crest
Best toothpaste

My morals on the bottom
I'm running Vietnam
I'm headed to Skull Island
And I'm stealing King Kong

Ring the alarm
My morals on the bottom
Ring the alarm
My morals on the bottom

Alone the two sat in the dark and stormy weather.
The sky was clear and the light was bright when they sat alone together.

Many have said it couldn't be done.
But I've done it, I've put two wieners in one bun.
Double the meat, but triple the fun.
Heartiest sensation found under the sun.
Look at you there smirking with your ***** mind.
Thinking I mean two *****'s in one behind.
Society is at fault so I look no further.
But I truly do mean a frankfrankfurter.

Dolefully trudge to my chamber this night.
Carrying burden of this inimical plight.
Scrawling as a means to drop this weight light.
But alas, who will read these words that I write?

The pornographers are winning
The sweet first born has drown
The dealers know what sells
And they've spread it all over town

The old soldier is disfigured
But you fall in love with his grit
They have to cheat to stop him
And avoid getting hit

And the fluids keep on flowing in
But have no where to go
As memory and urges
Cause the boat to overflow

There once was a man named Dave
Who dug up a prostitutes grave
She spelled like ****
Was missing a ***
But look at the money he saved

The artist brought his brush tonight
And spread beauty through the skies for you and I to feast our eyes
As we curl in the grass as the world passes by
I don't mind
For really what else could I find
To better spend my fleeting time
You and I
And the innocent night

I wish I could bottle up the time
For it falls right through my hand like the sand passes by
And you would fall as a victim of the light
Ooooh oh I...
It is so hard to define
The hell that it is to be alone with my mind
Sometimes
Oh all the time

I went a-walkin to the earth
To witness the dearth of where my ancestors gave birth
And run wild as children, naked and free
Then there's me stiff in the ****** trees

Oh the artist brought his brush tonight
And spread beauty in the sky for you and I to feast our eyes
And we curl in the grass as the world passes by
I don't mind
No I really don't mind

Magic men on the wheel
Don't you see the time has come
Rushing winds
Holding coats
Running sand
Stopping boats
Magic men on the wheel
What do you choose for a final meal

You move through the avenue.
Sirens guide the way.
Burning hands in frozen rains.
Turns the stains away.

Indigo. Indigo away.

Lazily the thunder purs.
As you run away.
Wonder where the colors go.
Under skies so gray.

Indigo. Indigo away.

They call me The Astronaut, cause she was my World you see?
Until she needed Space, and decided she'd leave me.
Now I am just drifting, alone in the Galaxy.
The Stars I'm passing by, they don't look like Stars to me.

I pray that God is real.

If you want me,
I won't approve.
Until you leave,
Then I'll long for you.

Bird on my front porch.
It's been there way too long.
Why is it not flying?
There must be something wrong.
Livng on this huge earth.
There is so much to see.
Why is it not exploring?
But then again why isn't me.

When you wake a Sunday morning
Don't want to get out of bed
You sleep a few more hours
Just to postpone the dread.
You hear the carnival in the distance
But ignore what you had said
For you can't look in the mirror
Without shaking your head.

To whoever can hear, Oh what am I doing.
This home holds the broken, no bites but still chewing.
Oh captain, there captain, caribbean treasure.
Is the eventual pain worth tonights pleasure?
I gaze all around, yet no direction looks brighter.
Could be in a daze but that ***** stole my lighter.
Its only my world inside my mind.
The door with the cure im sure i wont find.

For a second there I thought you reappeared.

It rains a lot this time of year.

We both go together when one falls down.

I talk out loud like you're still around.

They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row.

Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning,
"You belong to Me I Believe."
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend
You'd better leave."
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row.

Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row.

Dolefully trudge to my chamber this night.
Carrying burden of this inimical plight.
Scrawling as a means to drop this weight light.
But alas, who will read these words that I write?

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Heaven in a dark place.
Jokers with no face.
Not a moment free yet not a thing to do.
The theif paints his cell wall.
With crushed plants and they fall.
Ivory clouds speckle the sky of blue.
Deep in the brain stem.
A bulb burning light dim.
Wallows the roots of everything once feared.
Blind marchers guiding.
Hunters found hiding.
Messy brigade leaves the ruins cleared.
Time will move on and on and on and on and on you too soon.
By the time eyes adjust to the sun you'll be seeing the moon.

If I had the power
Of Midas of old
To touch any flower
Turn its pedals gold
I'd touch thy face
Delightful boy
Leave a metal grace
A graven joy

Pray that you never know
Where the youth and the laughter go

Thus would I slay
Ah desperate rewind
That fateful day
Trembles my mind
Red lips do close
Which sang so well
stole away the rose
Left only a shell

Pray that you never know
Where the youth and the laughter go

The letter was addressed: From Agnes With Love
It arrived from above, in the beak of a dove
My heart it had seemed to stop in its place
But it started to race, when I saw your face
The years had shown through your beauty in lines
A few more then the time, when I called you mine.
The photo brought memories of pain and of bliss
On the back was your kiss, and the word "remanice"
Was it a cruel taunt, or did you crave me?
I thought as I walked nervously, to your cottage to see.

She soaks my bed with gasoline
You'd think I would've noticed
Her mind's made up, the love is gone
I feel like someone's trying to give me a sign
That even if I thought it would last
The moment would pass
My bones would break
My heart would give
Oh it hurts to live

Say a word for the silent genius.
Amongst us he resides.
Propeling soul-drift through storm clouds of conformity.
He deserves to hear due praise.
Shoveling snow fallen from farmiliar unappriciated skies.
A unique snowflake does the shoveling.
What heaping connective mushy surroundings does he dig through.
Penetrating the patterned populous.
May his search provide heat.
May the water flow to quench our every united thirst.
Say a word for the digging in silence.
The silent genius.

Stop worrying about somebody,
     who isn't worried about you.
     Easy to say, but hard to do. It's true.
     Beaten, but by who?
Bitter grew on me buddy.
Staying up late to study.
     Changed my colors to black and blue.

Daylily blooms, the sun has given
Life for today, tomorrow she will die
I looked around and saw such livin'
But I couldn't for the life of me figure out why

I sure do miss that open highway
And the feeling life was still about to begin
I pray that time sends you back my way
Roll the window down, feel the moonlight on my skin

Please
Come back with me
Oh please
Come back with me
To where
We used to be
Oh please
Come back with me

Went on my knees to find the answer
But found the question had escaped my mind
I never did have any chance sir
Things worth searching for are things we can't find

Shaking as I speak
Hoping it won't cast me out alone
Rosey in my cheek
Hoping it won't cast me out alone

It is raining in my sea tonight
All of the drops turning to foam
I smile at the distant light
For it's my love calling me back home

Daylily's gone
Daylily's gone
Daylily's gone
Daylily's gone

Sweet freedom rains from heavens away
Listen for the kingdom has wisdom today

Spring on my seed
This world wont rule you forever
Worries, you shant need
Those who fret can't be clever

We all live for the chance at love
But scheming up in the blue
Sending notes by way of dove
Swooping down to show me you

Fairest body, and hair does flow
A magic smile and eyes that know

Standing on the corner
Future in my case
Waiting to hear the bumping
Of your fresh chevy bass

Yes your a modern woman
I'm an ancient man
And i still can't figure out why
You ever took my hand

I've died a million lifetimes
Filled the seas of blue
Regretting all the ***** things
I had done to you

I recall an angel crying
Aside the sunlit lake
The heartache in your eyes
Could make Chuck Norris break

Time has passed and steadied
We went our own ways
But without you I have no meaning
In my sorry days

We had days with frozen smiles
I wish that was still true
I'll spend the rest of my life trying
To make it up to you

The beats are growing louder
My life is pulling in
I take a deep breath and walk on up
"Hello there again."

The maniac is moving down Main.
An umbrella raised, but there's no rain.
The sun in distain, is laughing at his face.
He shades the pain, from the human race.

The maniac enters the store.
The shoppers stop, and drop to the floor.
They hear him sigh, and begin to cry.
What did he even go there for?

The maniac's at my window.
I hide inside, and pray he'll go.
He rattles on the pane, now there's a steady rain.
But I tell myself Hell No.

The maniac is in my head.
He entered while i dreamt in bed.
He'd found the hidden key, he entered quitely.
The maniac is in my head.

There's eight dead in Mississippi.
My hair makes me look like a hippy.
It's awfully cold for the month of June.
I hope it warms up soon.

The skinny chef is serving something strange.
Benjamins are out begging for change.
The shaggy barber gives a skinhead a trim.
The chunky trainer tells me how to get slim.

There's attacks in the UK.
I haven't anything to do today.
I think I'll walk along the railroad.
See how far it goes.

The skinny chef is serving something strange.
Benjamins are out begging for change.
The shaggy barber gives a skinhead a trim.
The chunky trainer tells me how to get slim.

A young boy drowned in the river.
My girl's touch makes my body quiver.
Superteams ruined in NBA.
But that's okay.

The skinny chef is serving something strange.
Benjamins are out begging for change.
The shaggy barber gives a skinhead a trim.
The chunky trainer tells me how to get slim.

I'm not comfy in my streetclothes.
I'd like to be wrapped up in silk.
I poured a big bowl of cherrios .
But I don't have any milk.
Ooohh
I don't have any milk.
Oh no no
I don't have any milk.

"You're still young and fresh."
I'm trying my best
to feel so
As i rub cream on my flesh

"Go out and live son.
The world won't wait"
But I am, a few more month,
Circled the date

This ways not ideal
I don't advise
I want to change
"Should I shut or open my eyes?"

Flashes of youth
Times an illusion
"Where's the proof?"
Just builds confusion

Beat the Force
Fell to the Travel
It doesn't add up
And the numbers unravel

It is early in the morning, and I've yet to find sleep.
Not to say that I'm searching, my thoughts are too deep.
I think of you and I think of her, women on my mind no suprise.
I think of how both my beloved are asleep next to other guys.
I think of my childhood dreams, and how most of them I still keep.
I recall the times that i smiled and had no trouble falling asleep
in my own room.
Insomnia of gloom.

In recent effents. An undurled experience release a revelation that have reptured my previously durable ambitions.
A free thinkng fantasy. Was to have a voice that could move souls in the way some have noutured mine.
Alas on an ordinary unrepressed weekday I find myself ****** in a climactic judgement day for my previously displayed visions.
I found myself arounded by poetential assistants to finally lighting the spark that may lead to these fantasies to gainly a lively tone.
Musitions and I came together in a spontaneous gathering of the subjected topics being discussed and performed in a casual tone.
While the turn strummed their beat up six strings i merely nodded my head and let the music claim my conciousness. A farmiliar and personally well admired tune began playing. One of the gentlemen asked if I know the lyrical content of the contempory composition. After I informed him that I did the road of the dreamroad was about to split and i would make the pivitol turn through audition now. I was struck with overwhelming bashfulness and nervy contraction. It was time.
I took all the courage I had left. And rattled the shell of the cowardous creative chartacter who lives within me, and I sang. I sang as clearly and well as I possibly could. I gave a performance of my ambitious alter ego that even I had not seen.
After the song came to a close, andd my heaet returned to place from my throat. I recieved a nonchealaunt response to this desperately hopeful side. "You didn't like, sing in a choir or anything did you?" I answered him.... "no"..... The other judge drew back the curtains and the question was answered, and it was preceeded with a chuckle, and it wss all finished with a "we can tell."

There's a way to get there, though the cloud,
is threatening and the thunder loud
One road will take you to the scene,
where dreams come true and grass is green.
There are many paths from which to choose.
One will win, while most will lose.
How do I make such great decisions?
I wish I had clairvoyant visions.

It's always cold
Or is it just me
Even God could not hold
This flood in my sea
Now what colors will I bleed?

Indigo
Away from me
into the cruel
Humbling breeze
I don't bundle
I just freeze

They crawl at me sometimes
Agatha comes to me but I'm fine
I don't believe
In those things
Anymore

Moving through the avenue
Sirens guide the way
Burning hands in freezing rains
Turns the stains away
Indigo
Indigo Away

Lazily the thunder purrs
As i run away
Wonder how my color shows
When the whole world is gray
Indigo
Indigo Away

This is the day of the splitting path
Take one more glance, know it'll be your last
So aching to watch you go
But no mistaking, I do know
Why you have to
I would too if I were you you

I have your photo, in an ancient frame
Across my soul, is a tattoo of your name
I cried when I wrote this song
Wiped my tears and wailed "so long!"
You'll make it this time
You're too perfect to be mine mine

Quiet desperation for the bliss of change.
Cold comfort is painful, home feels strange.
Ah taking the lashing of repressed days.
Loss of all passion, I'm stuck in the maze.

*******was heisted
She was seeking a man
Where does the bull summon the energy
Chewing on something
Cheap thrills
That sleeper is out there
Its sweet and spicy
The home crowd is on their feet early

Megan
You make me feel so badly
Why don't you turn around?
Megan
You know I love you madly
My heart weighs about a pound.
Don't blame me if i ever doubt you
You know i couldn't live without you
Megan
You are the only only only.

Time will move on and on and on and on and on you too soon.
By the time eyes adjust to the sun you'll be seeing the moon.

I guess nothing matters now
Squealed the swine to the cow
Free fields of daffodils
Laughing their fate is sealed
I am a lot like them
See life but I'm fenced in
Just a taste of her skin
I fell in love again
Raining down, Raining down
RIP the Omega Wolf running the town
Raining down, Raining down
Bless the poor Beta Fish swimming around

I see an ocean in your eyes
I could sail til the end of time
Stare into your deepest blue
Where dreams have wept and love's untrue

On this empty night
I feel us share this heartbeat
You're many seas away
No distances can keep you away

Begging on my knees
The skies to show a purpose
No clouds just clarity
Someday it'll all be perfect