Justin Bieber is no big deal
I’m not even sure he is real.
He started out as pretty decent
Have you seen anything recent?
He looks like a kid who is trying
To join the gang but is only crying;
Sitting on the sidelines sniffling.
Dressed up in gang stuff and everything.

Poor baby Justin, as rich as a king
Isn’t quite satisfied owning everything
Has to cover up his body with tattoos
Like all the real-life gang members do.
Wears a hat too big for him all sideways
Plays in the sandbox where big kids play.
Wants to look all gangster and rough
But looking like a lesbian makes it tough.

Poor Baby Biebs with his millions of fans
Three pairs of underwear and baggy pants
Grinning like he’s bashful, we know he’s not.
Far too often he has proved himself a snot.
Some of us were worried when he was a kid.
We worried nobody was careful of what he did.
So Baby Justin Bieber is a bit of a wreck
Sort of like the words crawling up his neck.

Justin Bieber makes the young girls scream.
They don’t care he’s not the angel he seems.
If only he would misbehave with them, they think.
They’d let him act the fool, smoke and stink.
Because, after all, when you’re a teen-aged star
It doesn’t really matter just how fake you are.
The thing is be to be fashionable the youthful way
And let them get a glimpse of you every day.

Don’t bring me those bouquets
Don’t clap me off the stage
Because my tour is not yet done
Some parts are just begun.
That would just be so wrong.
I haven’t sung my last song.
You must never forget,
I’m not quite done yet.

I need no one to carry me
It’s not time to bury me
In celebratory flowers
I’ve still got a few hours
Left for me in the spotlight
Tonight is not my last night.
Thought I’ve had my regrets
I’m not really done yet.

There are so many songs inside me
And melodies that will guide me
They want to come out whole
From deep inside my soul
But one thing I am certain
Don’t bring down that final curtain.
I’ve got more numbers to do
And I worked them up just for you.

As long as the crowd is willing
As long as I’m still killing
As you can still hear the applause
There is plenty of righteous cause
To keep the orchestra playing.
That’s all that I am saying.
I promise you won’t regret
That I am not quite done yet.
I’m not quite done yet.

"Have some faith..."
No lotuses on your screen;
Some girl from a magazine.
They call her Kayla, babe, what do you think now?
"Rest your head."
James tells me that it breeds sin.
What leather-bound bubble he lives in;
Just full of excuses  - big books have their uses...

Won't you see snowflakes are heavy with shame,
They fall to the ground to blend in with the rain.

Appetence, tell me, now when was it born?
The same day the beautiful rose got her thorn.
(You'll see in the end that Black Beauty won't bend).
Boreas, those blue eyes don't go unseen,
But for all that scrubbing, some stains won't come clean.
And Kayla discovers you can't eat the covers

Won't you see snowflakes are heavy with shame,
They fall to the ground to blend in with the rain.

So give up your ties to the ghost in the skies,
And sing not the song that brings tears to my eyes.
I'll take your blanket, just leave me the cold,
And you can keep warm with the lies that you told.

Won't you see snowflakes are heavy with shame,
They fall to the ground to blend in with the rain.

On the floor.
Don't look down.
You're changing flames to flowers
While we drown.

Your greatest crime?
Look inside:
You've gunned down every widow;
Warfare, war bride.

Love on a spoon,
Storm in my teacup
And smiles all round -
Unjust, unsound...

It's in your eyes,
And no amount of lies
Will hide you,
You beautiful casualty.

Made her sing,
Take your name.
Not so pretty on your come down, no?
Her loss, your game.
At the door,
Don't look back.
Changing pain to power, now.
Watch the crack.

Love in a glass,
Storm in my tea cup,
And cheers all round -
Unjust, unsound...

It's in your eyes,
And no amount of lies
Will hide you,
You beautiful casualty.

I woke all the way up this morning
No snoozing around in my bed.
I was singing Summertime again
Music humming around in my head.
I was singing at a gathering too
A room full of mostly blacks.
With two white friends of mine
And they all asked us to come back.

And I wasn’t singing it like her,
That sad woman in Catfish Row.
I was singing it just like I always do
Since I started so very long ago.
I was singing about a person
Who life was treating way unkind.
A person who had lived through
Every bad choice he could find.

It was a kind of benefit performance
To thank these workers for their toil
And we didn’t want to leave them
Until we made their senses boil
With rhythm and tune and lyric
A break from sweat and tears.
We wanted to give them a show
Like they hadn’t seen in many years.

We each sang our own song
About work or losing a friend.
We blended together in between;
Made it come together in the end.
We let the heart and soul sing
And looked them in their eyes.
We reached down into our spirit
And let the loving feelings rise.

As we shared our last sweet notes
The audience got onto its feet
And sang it right along with us
And they didn’t miss a beat.
They clapped and yelled and said
That they wanted us all to know
They hadn’t seen anything that good
Better than a Broadway show.

Talking's too easy and peppered with riddles.
She sits on the outside with you in her middle.
So many stories with souls on their faces;
The lies and the laces, the storm that she chases.

Would truth take her troubled hand?
Needy sits outside your door.
And everything's treasure 'til morning comes
And stolen once more.

She's misunderstood all gifts of renaissance,
Your quiet, your patience, your turbulence, Angel.
Bone-weary, let her rest in your pocket.
A brown-papered bandit, a love in your locket.

Would truth take her troubled hand?
Needy sits outside your door.
And everything's treasure 'til morning comes
And stolen once more.

What could she say?
Today is yesterday, and yesterday...
And quick hop the dappled lane,
Down, down the tired path again,
Through the dust, through the waters.

What would she do?
Today wears green, today wears blue.
And battered, tattered Crazy Kate
Lays sleeping at the garden gate,
In the dust, in the waters.

But there she stands tongue-tied, wide-eyed, head down.
There's a creeping chance he'll hold her hand.
We're made of goodbyes.

Cast aside;
Sweet Kate ran hard against the tide
And threw her heavy punches wide.
Calm, calm, a gentle voice replied,
From the cool, from the waters.

She said, what should we do?
The summer's me, and the winter's you.
Goodbye to green, goodbye to blue,
Goodbye, the waters.

But there he stands, tongue-tied, wide-eyed, head down.
There's a creeping chance she'll hold his hand.
We're made of goodbyes.

All the words are void for fractured eyes;
You don’t have to die to remember why you’re living.
Re-adjust your line.
Fortune’s autograph looping through the winter.

Here you go again,
Thinking that it matters.
Here you go again.

Hesitation cries for all he’s lost.
Gently waves a hand at sad imaginations.
A creaking, creased-up night.
Fold your blue around, stay hidden from his line of sight.

Here you go again,
Thinking that it matters.
Here you go again.

Many fell today for nothingness.
Many rose to find the sky a little wider.
I sent it just in time:
Looking upward now, you hear every vesper.

All that we are.
All we could be.
All that we are.

Was there a time before the skin fell off of courage,
And these dish rag hands?
Was there a time before
We made pastel pictures from every reprimand?
Brushed up well, Igloo Annie,
"Push came to shove"
Shove came to fall.

Breathing out balloons and blue bubbles;
Can't keep that girl high for long.

Wait for a green light,
Waited a lifetime now.
Wait to be Autumned away.

Once in a while
All the honest soldiers say what you mean to say.
The space in between you and your reflection
Seems too far away.
Oh, where's you voice gone, Annie?
The harder the road, the broader the smile.

Breathing in you and your double...
Can't keep that girl from her song

Wait for a green light,
Waited a lifetime now.
Wait to be Autumned away.

We'll pretend we hold the forest,
We'll stand regal like the pine,
We have tried to be good soldiers
Labouring under the sunshine.
And all the little notes will carry us,
Spare the bruises on our spine.

And what a thing to do forever.

Can you see the fire?
Can you hear its song?
Can you flicker in the secret breeze
Where the melodies belong?
And we, the voiceless,
Sang the loudest all along.

And what a thing to do forever.

Steal the canopies for shelter,
Weave the branches for a bed.
Lay your words upon the fallen leaves
Where they'll sleep once they've been said.
Read the stories of the quiet stars
In a deep blue overhead.

And what a thing to do forever.