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I took a trip into my eye and there’s something hiding there It’s a belief which I’ve held all my life and now it’s laying threadbare I want to get my broken fixed and I’m throwing wide the door There’s a deep-down part of me which knows there’s something more More than what can be seen More than what I can reach out and feel More than what can be repeatably measured More than what you might hear is for real I am just a lonely boy with a penchant for dark and doubt And I’ve noticed that I lack the joy that makes the percipient shout So maybe I’m missing a part of the puzzle that makes the devout complete Maybe there’s something behind blind belief that can make a man land on his feet Belief in a clockmaker being… And doing and speaking and seeing And not disappearing right after the blast To a holiday far away skiing I’m ready-and no longer afraid to call things as I see ‘em I’m getting older and more crotchety, ...gonna’ put me in a museum I can feel I’m slowly dying and I’m only thirty-nine I remember a long-ago time when my spirit was doing just fine But right now, my spirit is broken I’ll cover the sadness with joking The bus is about to pull-away And I think that I’m missing my token Speak!  Where’ve you been? Is it because of my sin? Is it because of my bent? How do I tune in? Make my blind eyes see Come, oh come & set me free Show all the doubters those footprints you left Oh what are you wanting with me? Peace now, let there be peace Don’t you see I need some release? Surrounded by kind folks, but lonely as hell I’m needing to do something, and do it well, I’m wanting you, needing you, come here to dwell In my heart, in my head, on my knees.
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 5:39 AM UTC
Arrogant longings late at night
I took a trip into my eye and there’s something hiding there It’s a belief which I’ve held all my life and now it’s laying threadbare I want to get my broken fixed and I’m throwing wide the door There’s a deep-down part of me which knows there’s something more More than what can be seen More than what I can reach out and feel More than what can be repeatably measured More than what you might hear is for real I am just a lonely boy with a penchant for dark and doubt And I’ve noticed that I lack the joy that makes the percipient shout So maybe I’m missing a part of the puzzle that makes the devout complete Maybe there’s something behind blind belief that can make a man land on his feet Belief in a clockmaker being… And doing and speaking and seeing And not disappearing right after the blast To a holiday far away skiing I’m ready-and no longer afraid to call things as I see ‘em I’m getting older and more crotchety, ...gonna’ put me in a museum I can feel I’m slowly dying and I’m only thirty-nine I remember a long-ago time when my spirit was doing just fine But right now, my spirit is broken I’ll cover the sadness with joking The bus is about to pull-away And I think that I’m missing my token Speak!  Where’ve you been? Is it because of my sin? Is it because of my bent? How do I tune in? Make my blind eyes see Come, oh come & set me free Show all the doubters those footprints you left Oh what are you wanting with me? Peace now, let there be peace Don’t you see I need some release? Surrounded by kind folks, but lonely as hell I’m needing to do something, and do it well, I’m wanting you, needing you, come here to dwell In my heart, in my head, on my knees.
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 5:39 AM UTC
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