Walking in the Rain (l.w.a.)
Looking out across the fields of death’s victory, I look over my shoulder towards the morning of life’s day, The port of entry into foreign lands is guarded by the fear of weather, The audience can't figure out who has the lead role as they watch this dream play.
Walking in the rain, Walking in the rain, Walking in the rain.
Time is the wrong definition for what was, And when is the wrong question for what is to be, A flower with deep root in earth is aching for the touch of the sun, She walked up to me like a spirit; held out the palm of her hand and in it was a key.
Walking in the rain, Walking in the rain, Walking in the rain.
A brave warrior stands vigil over the castle of his shame, He says a man is only worth what he’s willing to give up and no more, A little boy runs to his mother crying; he has cut his finger on the edge of a rainbow, Over towards the coast I see a ship dreaming of the shore.
Walking in the rain, Walking in the rain, Walking in the rain.
Emotional impressionism and its context of colors like life’s weather is a mystery, It can rain in the cave of your skull without a cloud in the sky, Mind at large moves like a great thunderhead across the endless horizon, Life’s weather pays no heed to death’s forecast and all we can do is wonder why.... we’re.
Walking in the rain, Walking in the rain, Walking in the rain.
March 89
Limbo (l.w.a.)
So ok I guess you win because I’ve had enough, I knew you were cheating but I was a fool to call your bluff, Hello again world give me freedom tonight, If my luck holds out I won't be around to see the morning light, This sorrow has kissed me full on the lips, Who ever thought such a hard fall could come from a few subtle slips, I’m all I know and nothing in the face of things, I saw the slight of hand in the magic and the awful smile it brings, All these questions make me fill like a wrong answer, All these elegant dancers make me fill like a lame dancer, If yesterday could just stay there and today could be history, Then maybe tomorrow could put an end to this mystery, But something has to die in the name of progress, All this complacency is just the surface of the distress, But every fools paradise is a wise man's hell, But only the fools care to tell the tail, So let this be my duty and my new wife, If I can't make a living I’ll make a killing from this life.
Nice guys finish last if they can even finish at all, You’ve got to have a strong stomach and less of a walk than a crawl, You don’t give up you just lose your taste for trying, You lose your will for life and grow a fear for dying, So many years ago when I was a child, The stars were haunting and the world was wild, But now I haunt these streets just like a ghost, God is just the haunted as I wander thru the host, Who in his right mind would ever admit he was in his right mind, The shame is so well hidden but the shameless pride is easy to find, You can’t solve the problem with another problem but who knows, If your gonna throw away the thorn you might as well throw away the rose, And here I am stuck in the middle of right and wrong, I know I’ve got to wait I just don’t know how long, I must have caused this effect in some kind of way, You can't change the past you can't touch the future and you can't live today.
Oct. 87
Personal Politics (l.w.a.)
I was hanging in the balance, I was balking in the breach, My troubled mind seemed all to near, And the world was out of reach, I was trembling in the cold wind, In turmoil and despair, I was dying by the wayside, And the world didn’t seem to care.
I am the reason that there’s a world at all, And if I lose my grip the world will surely fall.
You are your own mystery, You may never ever get caught, Just because your not to blame, Don’t mean it’s not your fault, You don’t seem to heed the warning, But your sure you know what’s right, But do you ever wonder, If you really see the light.
You are the reason that there’s a world at all, And if you lose your grip the world will surely fall.
It’s time we know the river’s depth, It’s time for you and me, It’s time that freedom really meant, Really meant being free.
We are where you and I meet, We are what must be done, We are where the cries of the many, Become the voice of the one, We must come to the rescue, Of a world that’s divided and torn, But first I must know, This is why I was born.
We are the reason that there’s a world at all, And if we lose our grip I will surely fall.
Aug. 89
This Time (l.w.a.)
It seemed like the easiest way out but it was the quickest way in, This game just kind of started it didn’t ever really begin, I was a fool for my master now I’m a slave for a fool, I think I’ve learned my lesson that only servants practice the golden rule.
What good is what you want if you lose what you need, Sometimes charity is just another form of greed.
An answer can't be given for a question that ask why, The only real truth in a man’s life is that a man live and then he die, Damn the forgiven their just the guilty on ice; a man that can't face his mistake, It’s a line that's easy to fall for because the real don’t look as real as the fake.
What good is what you want if you lose what you need, Sometimes charity is just another form of greed.
Here we go again what will it be this time.
I have prepared an ode for those who make the same mistake twice, It’s guaranteed to lift your spirits but it won't help lower the price, The wisest man in the world may be a fool in the eyes of god, And Romeo is still dead in his lover's tomb and Cain is still plowing fields in the land of Nod.
What good is what you want if you lose what you need, Sometimes charity is just another form of greed.
Nov. 88
Odd Numbers (l.w.a.)
In the far corner of the trinity forsaken by the god of hosts, Where the children of the square peg are still haunted by Job’s ghost, Symmetry fortifies the killers pride of the brave, And yet there would be no master if there were no slave, The vague wind of circumstance blows from minute to hour, The bitterest seed that's sown reaps the sweetest flower, The richest souls are born into poverty for life, Some are hardened into stone some see thru the strife.
God’s ways are mysterious but not any more so than man's, Everyone's caught a glimpse of a different set of master plans, For some the world is turning for others it is still, What can the victim say when he’s approached for the kill, The outside is looking in while the inside is looking out, Each faith only as strong as the desperation of doubt, The relative value wavers to and fro, Some will see it thru others will watch it go.
The biggest of ideas will be laughed about someday, There is only everything but that's for each to say, The equation is so precise yet it draws a question mark, It takes the knowledge of the light to be afraid of the dark, There’s a sucker born every minute or a reasonable facsimile of, Always on the receiving end when push comes to shove, And though the womb of the world is lined with sorrow, There still remains the inarticulate joy of tomorrow.
The lawless go around wondering who made the laws, Or wondering about the interpretation of a particular clause, There are those who would cut off their thought to spite their mind, This whirlwind of information can sometimes be quite unkind, The beauty mark of style worn like a contemporary crown, It’s a circus but it’s hard to tell who’s the clown, But the tightrope walkers are easy to spot way up on the high wire, Where you either have to be brave or stupid or have a bad desire.
But it’s this repulsive nature that feeds this attraction, The same way this unresponsive attitude caused this reaction, In a world where only the unwilling walk on nails, Heroes spill their guts and dead men tell no tales, A mongrel on a unicycle is not an inspiring sight, Trying to avoid the issue is the surest way to start a fight, The absolute is now just a relative matter of legality, The most immoral things are done in the name of morality.
Sometimes a theory of good intentions has no practical use, Sometime holding it back does more harm than letting it loose, But it won't make it any better pretending that it’s fine, Confusing the all to human with the divine, Predatory creatures on a handmade hunting ground, Nothing has been lost but something has been found, Reason fakes its purpose then seeks its pleasure, Looking thru this trivial trash for a trifling bit of treasure.
Lost in the eye of the beholder the subject becomes the object, The abject eye that overlooks all virtues but is quick to spot a defect, And now the truth is so battered and bruised it has to limp to the witness stand, And sometimes it’s so down and out a lie must lend a hand, And there is no way to be sure when the truth does really lie, Sometimes it’s really hard to believe your eyes but I guess we have to try, But there are some who would advocate the inspiration of doubt, And there’s no doubt; doubt's a belief that we can't live without.
Aug. 87
Graveyard Moon (l.w.a.)
When worse comes to worst, I am at my best, I study this curse, Like I was studying for some kind of test, It’s the things you see, That can really make you blind, And the things that we don’t really need, Are the ones that we try so hard to find, You can't steal from a thief, You can't get blood from a stone, You can't live on belief, You can't make flesh from bone.
Moved by her mysterious grace, Mystified in this wondrous place, Overcoming many pains, She holds everything in tune, The winter blizzards and the springtime rains, The summer sun and the graveyard moon.
And now she wants me to surrender, But I can't give up the ghost, Now she wants me to defend her, But I don’t know who needs it the most, I used to love her sister, But now that seems like such a trifle, Her index finger had a blister, From the trigger on the rifle, But it was you who caught my eye, But she inspired me with her touch, It was always you who said do or die, And death never really meant that much.
Absorbed in her confusing ways, Lost in these desperate days, Conquered by many pains, I was held victim of the night, Drenched by these endless rains, I stood fast to claim my rights.
Now I feel like a stranger, that knows himself all to well, I never knew I was in danger, Of mistaking heaven for hell, But I was ready to make my move, Be it just my foolish pride, I really thought I had to prove, What I always felt inside, But it was you who always knew, What I never even suspected, I never even had a clue, That the best of both worlds could be connected.
Mystified in heaven and earth, Baptized in self worth, Conquered by many desires, I still fought for the promised land, From everything that dark heart does inspire, I made my final stand.
And now I just want to surrender, But I can't give up my heart, Yes I am the great pretender, I got the horse inside the cart, She said it’s easy but that's a lie, But there is no other way, The hardest part is just to try, There is no tomorrow only today, But yet you say it can be done, That I just gave up to soon, I loved this summer sun, But I never came to term with this graveyard moon.
Moved by her mysterious grace, Mystified in this wondrous place, Overcoming many pains, She holds every thing in tune, The winter blizzards and the springtime rains, The summer sun and the graveyard moon.
Feb. 86
Clocks (l.w.a.)
Born into motion set sail against the sky, Inspiration is slowed down to the wink of an eye, We travel east and west in the same step, The distance of our dreams distort in this strange effect, Time plays favorites here but there’s no way to know it, Age is in motion only the clock doesn’t show it, Action moves so slowly but turns into memory so fast, Memory clings to the moment but the moments never last, Move me from the inside cast against the stoney ghost, Between the density of experience and memory; memory weighs the most, Clocks are little liars and full of shameless ambition, And just like knowledge have no respect for intuition, The fall doesn’t look as fast at the scene of the descent, But purpose falls to pieces and becomes a victim of its own intent, Everything that has been done still lacks for what can never be, The pearly gates of perfection have a profound lack of sympathy, The shortest distance between two points is being there, And a circle is the only route for those who can't afford the fare, Till we finally reach that perfect speed that cast the light, Like the stillness of a stagnant pool reflects in the night, Train of thought moves slowly thru time, Point of reference fixed forever in this rhyme, All beauty is in a transition of indifferent decay, You can't rightly judge today until tomorrows had its say, The contemporary rag of pain polishes some antique pleasure, A calculated risk pays off with a morsel to small to measure, Even after all hope is lost desire still remains, It’s a matter of time but the clock just complains, Every second of blind faith is spent tempting fate, It’s never to soon to always be to late, But there’s a beggars fortune at the end of every rainbow, And on the dance floor of the rain dance they're waiting for the rain to show, The past is gone all we’ve got left is the future now, But the slippery hands of the clock cannot hold us to this vow, The atoms of time make up the parts of the clock, Its sardonic voice repeats the nonsense of tic tock, Life in motion in its dust cloud fame, It begins in wonder and it ends the same, The thunder is the void as it clears its throat, The summer returns to the sky for its winter coat, A fence row marks the boundary of imagination, And on the other side is the junkyard of miscalculation, And the ruins of the future are kept there too, Until their time has come and then is thru, And every now and then an impossibility jumps the fence, And sings for its supper at its own expense, But time doesn’t have a memory and it has no eyes, So it can't remember the truth or see thru the lies, But clocks are the conspirators against all this holy time, But they can't stop the posthumous poet from singing his eternal rhyme.
July 87
I Wish I Knew (l.w.a.)
I can be lost if I wanna be lost, Illusion is the buyer reality the cost, I’ve been looking and all I’ve found is today, The Buddha knows but the Buddha don’t point the way, But your closest to flying standing on the ledge, And sorrow is less of a gamble than a pledge, To each his own to each his all, The truth is on the rise in this fall.
And here I stand like I’ve got it all figured out, But I speak from sincerity and doubt, Here I am trying to tell you, When the truth is I wish I knew.
My heart is in a snare my soul is sick, There is an atmosphere between me and the world that’s three feet thick, Communication is the secret but now I just can't speak, And the world seems so slapstick and tongue in cheek, All the loser’s are winning but their kingdoms are for sell, There’s but a vague sense of direction though we know the way so well, And I’m trying so hard not to try, I’m in wonder but not for why.
And here I stand like I’ve got it all figured out, But I speak from sincerity and doubt, Here I am trying to tell you, When the truth is I wish I knew.
There’s a vision that befalls the blind, The apparition of body in this ghost like mind, We dance thru ancient winds to a timeless tune, With the limited notions of never or soon, And all that’s left of the great romance, Is this lonesome yet compelling dance, But come look my love it’s raining stars, Oh at last our world is ours.
And here we stand we’ve got it all figured out, But all we know is sincerity and doubt, What will we think what will we do, What can we be I wish we knew.
Nov. 87
Satori or Destruction (l.w.a.)
I’m still running though I know, I ain't got no place to go, I’m still dreaming though I see, How real this reality, But still the truth is flirting with illusion, And I just bought a drink for confusion, If you stay I’m gonna have to leave, Just say you know and then I’ll believe.
Oh the dawn better come soon, I fear I won't live thru the night, I’m so tired of howling at the moon, But it’s my only guiding light, There’s an angel in my heart, There’s a demon in my head, A sense of direction is a priceless art, But I run around in circles instead.
Time is running out, There’s plenty more room for doubt, A desperate man can die, In the wink of a tear stained eye, I reach out and yet hide within, I live on what might have been, I have lived forever in a day, I feel like I’m fading away.
Oh the dawn better come soon, I fear I won't live thru the night, I’m so tired of howling at the moon, But it’s my only guiding light, There’s an angel in my heart, There’s a demon in my head, A sense of direction is a priceless art, But I run around in circles instead.
I’ve never been the kind of man, To play catch as catch can, I wanna feel the love I see, I wanna be what I’m supposed to be, I know but I don’t know, I’ve got to go but I can't go, A desperate man can die, Without even knowing why.
Oh the dawn better come soon, I fear I won't live thru the night, I’m so tired of howling at the moon, But it’s my only guiding light, There’s an angel in my heart, There’s a demon in my head, A sense of direction is a priceless art, But I run around in circles instead.
Nov. 88
The Right to Remain Silent (l.w.a.)
Anything you say my be used against you, Anything you want may be used to tempt you, It’s a vicious world for a gentle man, You do what you must just to face what you can, The blueprint for a new world may be imbedded in your mind, But a good architect sure is hard to find, No one has the right to keep your rights from you, You don’t have to do nothing if that's what you want to do.
You have the right, Not to fight, Come on freedom, Shine your light.
People protesting this; people protesting that, Maybe all that exercise will keep them from getting fat, The foolish rule by majority, Making futile laws for the unmoral minority, Right and wrong don’t have nothing to do with the power of the law, Because the ones who need it the most don’t seem to use it at all, Yeah murderers and rapist still go free but they’ll hang your ass for a DUI, When nothing seems to matter what for you can't help but wonder why.
You have the right, Not to fight, Come on freedom, Shine your light.
You say enough is enough but no not here, If the only thing to fear is fear itself we sure got a lot to fear, Are we going anywhere or just wasting time you say we got nowhere to go, That's what happens when you think your already there and you believe but you don’t know, Maybe someday it will be against the law just to leave your house, Maybe someday it will be conventional for a man to act like a mouse, But don’t think things couldn’t get no worse or that's just one more reason why they will, You see right or wrong ain't the question and freedom is the deal.
You have the right, Not to fight, Come on freedom, Shine your light.
Oct. 88
Progressive Regression (l.w.a.)
You must drink till the glass is empty this is the wine of salvation, You must see with the eyes of the critic look thru the eyes of frustration, Now that the lesson is over the time has come to learn, All the passions are free it’s the right to pay the price you have to earn.
And in the end all you can do is do what you can, The man makes the situation then the situation makes the man.
The night is your lover but the morning is your wife, And her embrace is your freedom but her touch is like a knife, How could a ghost of such glory haunt these minds of such vague imaginations, You bask in the glorious atonements and suffer from expectations.
Ah but let the dead bury the dead while the dying nurse the sick, A different magician a brand new hat but it’s always the same old trick.
You must walk the line on your tiptoes for this is the silent season, What good is the end if you can't justify your means with the reason, Five years ago you thought you'd be further down this road now you're surprised you made it this far, But it’s so easy to be easy when your not sure when you are.
Perfect control over the senses ignoring the pain and the obvious faults, These are the facts of life we live by and the real truth is locked deep inside the vaults.
There’s such life in her body but the smell of suicide is on her breath, You would die for her longing but you couldn’t live thru her death, And the poison she feed you for lunch has now taken its toll, And she opened your mind and the poison leaked into your soul.
And in the end all you can do is do what you can, The man makes the situation then the situation makes the man.
Sept. 85
So Close (l.w.a.)
Living on the blunt edge of hope, It takes all your strength just to cope, Dying inside in a thousand ways, As my life wanders thru these lifeless days, I’m so close, I’m so close.
Fist tense from aggravation, Mind busy in investigation, I can still see traces of beauty, Where I turn to face my duty, I’m so close, I’m so close.
I close my eyes and you lead me thru, Neither one sure of what the other might do.
We’ve got this free spirit in a cage, In our self contained rage, Disenchanted with this fancy dance, And still scared to take this risky chance, I’m so close, I’m so close.
The gleam in the edge of a shiny knife, The desperation at the end of a desperate life, The moon in the water of a sleepless night, The ten thousand wrongs for the one right, I’m so close, I’m so close.
I close my eyes and you lead me thru, Neither one sure of what the other might do.
Gratitude is not an easy friend, There is only one thing these storm clouds can send, A winner trapped in this losers pool, Blame your weapon and choose a tool, I’m so close, I’m so close.
False heart in your secret prayers, Surprised when you find out nobody cares, You and I walk together alone, Desire disguised in flesh and bone, I’m so close, I’m so close.
I close my eyes and you lead me thru, Neither one sure of what the other might do.
May 87
The Way of the World (l.w.a.)
Man seems like a speak in the universe, His death is a blessing his life is a curse, Born into a world of for each his own, Take anybody else's but leave mine alone.
Like a blind runner into this race were hurled, You better run fast or you’ll hold up the way of the world.
Paradise was lost because man wanted to be god, Now the best we can do is decorate the land of Nod, It’s a serious job for the serious minded, And a futile job for the furious minded.
Like a fat rat around which a snake is curled, You’ll be squeezed to death if you get caught by the way of the world.
But it’s such a tragedy, This sorrowful symphony, Who knows what it’s supposed to be, It don’t make no sense to me, I try making the best of it, But it all seems full of shit, Maybe I’m a masochist, 'Cause I just can't seem to quit.
Check out the view from the edge of a knife, One side is living one side is life, The universe is just a speck in my mind, And what’s good for the man is good for mankind.
Yet these faithful flags are unfurled, You’ll get run over if you stand in the way of the world
Dec. 88
Gory Details (the authority of anarchy) (l.w.a.)
Down in the river with a flooded mind, Rain cloud in thunder there’s a flower I’m trying to find, The handshake of the rich shake the bone of the poor, Pulse beat of legend survives from days of yore, Rub mankind with an eraser then trace him with invisible ink, A dream is a word asleep to think, Wheels of destination on the road of never, Reflection of reality after the sever, Traces of a way there’s fingerprints on the air, What ghost would even hint at such a dare, Where is the last moment at now, Nothing is forever the wind don’t know how, Move like a concentric mood in the dark, Feed the flame to cool the spark, The sky is asleep; down means straight from here, An eye is worth about twenty more cents than an ear, Light is a bath like water in a grave, I read in a magazine that heroes aren't really brave, The moon is on the breeze for a new pimp, The pope is not allowed to make fun of god’s limp, She is like a hunger for which there has never been an appetite, Someone hurled a book and it fell straight thru the night, The dead hands of desire are cupped for a handout, Vanity is hanging out with humility fishing for doubt, The politics of the grass is always greener, Everyday the morning seems to be getting meaner, One day sleep will wake up on its death bed, Memory is telling decision about what destiny said, A world in a heartbeat; chaos on the head of a pin, Trifles in the wood-grain where poetry is a sin, A limp box of distraction; dig up a scar, They'er measuring for a rainbow gonna plant a star, The sky is the belly of a dead sailor, He used to drink and dance with heaven’s jailer, The truth is tattooed on the inside of Babylon’s lips, The naked light is revealed as the darkness strips, Numbers won't fit on things that don’t have a name, This fool spent his entire fortune on fame, Water is upside down; talk to a dream, Music is like waves flesh is like steam, The city of strangers where the government is rain, The land of the forgiven where they worship the goddess of pain, An approximate apparition leaves a picture perfect vision, Authority like weather rules with indecision.
Jan. 88
First Day on the Job (l.w.a.)
"Look I’ve been doing this a long time, And I’m not one to give advice, But if you do what your told and don’t ask no questions, I think you’ll be all right."
I said "man I’ve got so much inside, I’m just dying to let somebody know, But it’s hard to rectify a situation, When it was wrong from the word go, But sometimes don’t you just wanna give it all up, Don’t you ever get hungry; hungry for life."
"Look kid; don’t come in here thinking you can change the place, Most of the people who have tried to help just increased the strife, Just do your job the best you can kid, Don’t let your left hand worry about your right, People around here fall hook line and sinker, So just yank hard if you get a bite."
"But there’s a world to save and I just wanna know, If this is doing any good."
"Look kid around here nobody cares about that kind of thing, You just do what you can you can't always do what you should, Let me tell you nobody even knows what foreign policy is, Never mind what it means, So you best just cover your ass, And don’t make any scenes, Sure there was a time when I used to think, Ah man; there must be a better way, And now I’m sure there is but I still collect my pay, Look the worlds gone crazy; there’s no doubt about it, But what the hell can you do, But if you don’t stick it to them first, They’ll just stick it to you."
"Yeah I don’t understand why that is, But I understand how it works, Somewhere in the heart of every good man, The seed of envy lurks, But why can't the buck stop here, This is a good a place as any, There’s always a few rotten apples, But does there have to be so many, I don’t know sometimes it’s hard just to make it thru the day, And sometimes I feel so high I get dizzy, I just wonder if there’s anybody......."
"Look kid there’s the boss, Look down and pretend your busy."
Sept. 88
World of Trouble (l.w.a.)
Remember the Alamo, Don’t have to say I told you so, Hostages and terrorists, Idealists and nihilists, Dark night of mother earth, Don’t know what your wisdom is worth, Children of the only light, Divide themselves in wrong and right, Nations rich and nations poor, Don’t know what we're fighting for.
We're in a world of trouble we better watch their step, We're in a world of trouble between the right and the left, We're in a world of trouble, But it could end like that!
You think we’d learned our lesson, With all of our second guessing, They could learn from us and we could learn from them, But we’d rather forecast the future grim, You make god the scapegoat of your plan, But god abides in every man, We just fight because we feel a need, Out of habit to protect our greed, Nations strong and nations weak, Watch the mighty exploit the meek.
We're in a world of trouble we better watch their step, We're in a world of trouble between the right and the left, We're in a world of trouble, But it could end like that!
Will we be just a part of history, Engulfed in a cloud of mystery, Sweet sardonic politicians, Deep foreboding intuitions, Children stooped in hunger pangs, Their skins soaked in acid rains, They used to fight for food and clothing, Now it’s just for fear and loathing, Nations poor and nations rich, You don’t have to kill for that son of a bitch.
We're in a world of trouble we better watch their step, We're in a world of trouble between the right and the left, We're in a world of trouble, But it could end like that!
June 87
Fate Borrows Time (l.w.a.)
The judge handed down my sentence, So I went to commit my crime, I drank away two fifths of my guilt, Then went back to serve my time, I’ve sat under the hangman’s tree, Watched my life fall like a leaf, I didn’t rejoice when I had a winning hand, Because I know you can't beat this ancient thief, I stood tall when I felt like crawling, The wolves always howling at the back door, I knew what I had to do but I never knew what for, My lady she tried to sooth my fever, And only made it that much worse, I couldn’t embrace her evil blessings, And she couldn’t lift this holy curse, Even if tomorrow could have saved me, Even if today had passed me by, If I hadn’t tried so hard for the truth, I might not have got caught up in this lie, To some folks sad things are kind of funny, I must admit I’ve laughed at a few, But you can't feel nobody’s pain, And nobody can feel your pain for you, And when your at odds with this world, Seems like you were born to lose, Blinded by this obligated worship, I built an alter for these blues, Nothing seems to make things easier, I’ve had money and been poor as dirt, I’ve never really known how to handle happiness, But I sure know how to hurt, But this gravity never did a job on me, I’ve stood here struggling with this weightlessness, Not sure whether or not to cut this anchor, And confused further still by this faithlessness, But these doubtless demons spur me on, But in concentration I lost my thoughts, Till I scorned my virtues, And I praised my faults, Seemed like there could be no better way, And these gloomy gods seemed so divine, So I gave them my best prayers, And I drank their self righteous wine, It took a while to get used to this intoxicated state, So with my head kind of cloudy, I didn’t fall for the trap but I fell for the bait.
When your hanging in the balance, Your scared to move at all, 'Cause either way you go, There’s bound to be a fall, But I long just like a sailor, For some land beneath my feet, But the minute I hit the harbor I already miss the sea, The spirit becomes so weak, And the flesh becomes so strong, You can't recognize the right, So you familiarize the wrong, Where the angels rush right in, I so fear to tread, Where most look with anticipation, I look so with dread, These whitewashed dreams give way, To this nightmarish waking sense, The once dormant nerves of hunger, Rise up sharp and tense, Then the innocence you use to innocently lean on, Melts into a block of ice, And you become a man with a future, You become a man with a price, And the answers come so easy, It’s the right questions that are hard to find, It’s only when there aren't any choices, You can't seem to make up your mind, For years time made the difference, Now the difference has been made, Use to just carry the weight, Never worried about how much it weighed, I can't believe all has come to this, But this has come to all, What once seemed so immense, Has grown to be so small, But I’ve never looked back, Though my memory serves me well, The story has been told, And there wasn’t that much to tell, I never did get anywhere, But somehow I guess I went too far, I started out staring at the moon, And ended up wishing on a star, Now there’s a ghost in my head, That haunts my dreams in a rage, And there’s a skeleton in my closet, And a broken sparrow in my cage, And one more thing before I go, Oh baby I don’t want to make you cry, Just be sure you don’t forget me when I go, And don’t put a rose on my grave until I die.
July 86
All Songs Composed, Performed and Recorded by M.M.
Released 01 September 1989
