His silhouette lingers
And still I have yet to let him know
A metal through his fingers
Is the only bond
That keeps us
Close

I've tried to move from it
But his mark finds wherever I go
Believing I've lost it
There in my mind
Lives his ghost

What turns your back when you sense someone's broke in?
What makes you laugh when you see it's an old friend?
Who burns your past when your future is frozen?
Who breathes their last whilst being unnoticed?

All silence is golden
All silence is golden
All silence is golden
All silence is golden

You're on the run now
Under the gun of someone's scope
The line won't catch up to you, no
It only burns a thinner rope
But I'm so proud of how
You've escaped every beaten road
No matter how this turns out
I will know
You played it cut and cold

What turns your back when you sense someone's broken?
What makes you laugh when you see it's an old friend?
Who burns your past when your future is frozen?
Who breathes their last whilst being unnoticed?

All silence is golden
All silence is golden
All silence is golden
All silence is golden

I play songs that make me happy
I play songs to keep me down
I play songs to keep me laughing
like you’re here
But who’ll hear me laughing out loud?

I had friends I could speak my mind to
I had friends that couldn’t care
I had friends that I did wrong to
in high school
And college, boy was I even there?

We had fun, you and I did
We had fun apart from ourselves
We had fun when we were younger and tighter      
together, so why
Did we run from our wealth?

We were silly, inside and outside
We were silly simply for a laugh
We were silly to think you’d get over it
and were silly
To think it would last

You’re still here and so am I, friend
You’re still here only in a different town
You’re still here and time is your friend
let’s end this and
Make amends while we’re still around

You’re afraid, how do you think I feel?
You’re afraid and I’m nervous myself
You’re afraid of the future
and past hurts
We can heal after we forgive ourselves
Oh yes, we can heal after we forgive ourselves

Safe
He's safe from the grave
Breathe
He's braver than me
I stopped believing again
He's seized more of life
In him
Ooooo

Too weak
Too weak and I'll leave
Two weeks
Two weeks and he's ceased
He fought for his needs forgiven
And see
I'll be on my knees
'Fore him
'Fore him
'Fore him

Ok

Keep it going

Working for the Four Bros Auto
Woulda thought you'd hit the lotto
Buy 'em cheap, sell 'em fast's a motto
Though, no hard sell's tough to swallow

And there
There, there they are
They're all there
Their heirs
And as ne'er
The simple promise
Of sold
And swell

One day they came, they drug us out a well
Let us know that they'd come to sell
Handing the reigns to a fortune five hell
Pure skim show turned to spoilt milk

And there
There, there they are
They're all there
Their errs
And with scissors
In their hands
To cut
The fat

We want all of you, fat cat said with a laugh
In fact, we're wanting half of what you've asked
A family's yours when you look in your past
We're looking to explore a store without tracks

And there
There, there they are
They're all there
Their airs
And now where's
The dotted line
To
Follow?

Though, no hard sell's tough to swallow
Buy 'em cheap, sell 'em fast's a motto
Woulda thought you'd hit the lotto
Working for the Four Bros Auto

What words can work when you’re under pressure? and
What tongue can speak that my mind cannot utter? and
What will I be mute to and what might I mutter?
Don’t you ever wonder? and Don’t you ever think? and
Don’t you ever wish just what could have been?
Or whatever?
But what can I say? Hey, I’ve been better

This Sunday’s got me homesick but yet I’ve been home since last week
You reminded me of myself and of what might come to be
But I cannot judge because he’s just like me, a forgery
Don’t you ever wonder? and Don’t you ever think? and
Don’t you ever wish just what could have been?
Or something other?
But what can I say? Hey, I’ve been better

To see you here in person couldn’t be worse than not at all
I’d love to write a letter but you know no one does that as much, am I wrong?
Wishing we could see each other and wasn’t a young man’s brother, gained or lost
Don’t you ever wonder? and Don’t you ever think? and
Don’t you ever wish just what could have been?
And nothing lesser?
But what can I say? Hey, I’ve been better

Let’s go back to the old days where we could make each other laugh
Older now, but in our twenties, how long was that supposed to last?
Not much to look forward to except for looking up or looking back
Don’t you ever wonder? and Don’t you ever think? and
Don’t you ever wish just what could have been?
Or maybe never?
But what can I say? Hey, I’ve been better

What words can work when you’re under pressure? and
What tongue can speak that my mind cannot utter? and
What will I be mute to and what might I mutter?
Don’t you ever wonder? and Don’t you ever think? and
Don’t you ever wish just what could have been?
Or whatever?
But what can I say? Hey, I’ve been better

So, stare up at noon with stars up at night
I’ll have the moon, you’ll have the light
I’ll see you soon, and so happens we might
Stare up to you, quiet goodbye

Moonman/Sunman

Moonman made morning
Sunman had it
Moonman saw evening
Sunman hadn’t
Moonman left evening
Sunman hasn’t
Moonman missed morning
Sunman has it

So, stare up at one with clouds out a ways
I’ll have the sun, you’ll have the days
I’ll see you son, and in your stays
Stare up to one, why, it would wave

Moonman/Sunman

Moonman made morning
Sunman had it
Moonman saw evening
Sunman hadn’t
Moonman left evening
Sunman hasn’t
Moonman missed morning
Sunman has it

Moonman/Sunman
Moonman/Sunman

Dum
Da da dum
Da da duuuuuum

Just outside a month
And twenty five days further from
A widower will take his life
Neither the body, nor the name will be known
A person, a being, who in the next year or so
Perhaps notorious of
Blood feuds, bank heists, and back alley exploits
Will be pure future myth
With talks of

In the soon to be abandoned old pick up truck of theirs
A gallon of gas with room to be half
Will spill out onto the cold, black
A quarter to four in the mornin'
Asphalt
Green-yellow dregs of diesel will ease their way down the vehicle

A Friday with fog will roll in from the west
A dog, a mutt perhaps
Will sniff its way past the front end of the tree trashed truck
The motor will jolt in and out of its normal sequence
In discordant chugging pitter-patter accordion metal-licks of ruckus
Like in the days to come
Death's canine will want an impression
Of his master's woodwork
With barks of

After all that I will have been through
And 'fore I will have known your name
And after all I will have done for you
You will have dug yourself a shallow grave
A shallow grave
A shallow grave
A shallow grave

Of what and such I must not trust
Your wit, your vim and wry replies
I'll quote old jokes to folks from home
So why should I shed light on ice?
On ice
On ice

With cracks of past my grin would growl
And lips of late lay waste instead
Amiss, amok, a muse of sorts
In short, tis' end for Sir Tristan
Tristan
Tristan

Yet bows be still and peace be kept
For known unknowns toss light and lull
In time or tomb I'll write you soon
And trust you're just and jest as well
As well
As well

Steel chairs
They’re steel chairs
They’re still his
And they’re still yours
They’re a steal
They stole your stillness
And still it’s not theirs
Can you care to sit?
Can you stand to sit?
Can you stare at what sits, instead of steps, and not stop by the stairs?
They fold into
They fell in two
They feel in tune with who would dare
Never to kneel near the silver snare
There, there, they’re all there
Their wooden chairs

Here in silence, sight the glow
Whereby creatures of night know
Run a rosary in hand
Or else fight
The Flashlight Man

He walks by windows left unlocked
He floods his books with checks of chalk
Some call for help, some have no plan
Though none have knocked
The Flashlight Man

He waits for winter, when all is wind
When wood would be sparse and sparks burn dim
Where flint will be flakes unless inland
Still, some have witnessed
The Flashlight Man

He watches the light go out in bedrooms
What once hosted life, hosts time's ghosts in tombs
Some bottle up time, some sink in their sands
Yet, no nightmares dream of
The Flashlight Man's

He wrings out what's left of what's right and what's wrong
He brings out the best in some boasting in song
Some find him friendly, but soon find that they can't
Who's wise knows someone close
As The Flashlight Man

Asleep by dawn, cocoon by noon, deadly by dusk
In crimson cloaks he clasps his croaks and keeps the husk
One has been told, of age of old, a kid that ran
His name, I'll tell, you know so well
The Flashlight Man

Oooooo
Ooooo
Oooo

If I wrote to you and not know what to say
Baby, I'm gonna set it all straight
And if I felt a tune and not know what to play
Well, maybe to you I sound the same

I haven’t at all made an attempt to be with you
And you had nothing at all to give, why me, the fool

Well maybe to you, I’m not able to make a change
Out of the blue, here to wash the other colors away
What would I do if the music weren’t made
Down/out of use, you sing to make a trade

I haven’t at all made an attempt to be with you
And you had nothing at all to give, why me, the fool

When I write to you and know just what to say
Sonny, that will be the day
But when I feel that two of us can imitate
Then that’s one of us we can make

Come on
Let's go
We've got their gold and bronze
Come on
Slow poke
I'll race you to the dawn

Before
They know
What hit them we'll be gone
Ghost town
Who knows
No one around to con

Little
Riddles
Run rings around your arms
Pretty
Cities
Can't see them when they charm

After
Laughter
I'll give your folks a call
Say we
Stay the
Night and day if they want

I'm shot
You're shot
God stop this ****** song
We're caught
Like sod
Seeping right through their lawn

Will you
**** two
Birds with one hanging on
Come on
Slow poke
No one around to con
Onnn

His name was Jack
He had a heart attack
He wore black on black
Like a wreck he fled fast
Local smoke croaked out as he cracked horseback
Jag önskar dig lycka till, tack

Her terms were fruitless
Features like a feathered headdress
She'd stay out late with guests
That'd forget to give a goodnight kiss
Poor apropos poised prose postponed
Kept on like she wasn't

His job was harmless
Pistol wept out its harness
Had an itch for revenge
Pretense, one of his targets
A fervor feared forced his progress
Whatsoever revolves up

She soared by sordid sonnets
Anchored artifice, Ms. Anonymous
Dove off the pale precipice
To set sale in an office
Not novice now nor never was
Could it cost a couple coffins?

His time soon forgotten
Stood on watch but later lost it
Lately he's either bothered
By foreigners or who he fathered
So solo songs soon sound so long
Let nay look lost no longer

His girl's name is April
She shows with pierced navel
Asks for some greenbacks
To catch z's on a pill
Lo, save we fail, she hits a dead end trail
And an angel ends up in jail

"And all men **** the thing they love
By all let this be heard
Some do it with a bitter look
Some with a flattering word
The coward does it with a kiss
The brave man with a sword"
With a sword