Thursday, September 29, 2011
Seaglass
light the wood on fire
paint the pot black
three fingered judge
won't take it back
lost in the good
of nails and glass
in ain't all dark
can't find a pass
kids a queen
of the broken hearts
life's the boat
of brand new starts
see me enter the waving grass seas
a diamond crushed in the flame of weeds
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
King
"King" (rewritten)
Verse Am/F/E/Am
Chorus E/Dm/Am/C/B7/Em
Poppycock and Balderdash
keeping me up at night
One hand in this world
and the other just ain't doing it right
Well I don't know why
i'm not standing here in love
My mind is a lovely blank
so i'll play it like i'm only here today
So call me the lost wind of brightness in the deep
and follow know one and nothing
I got swallowed up by a lonely empty sky
in a room where my feet don't pay no fines
Well I see nothing that ever really lasts
keeping me up half the night so sad
I got a new floor my feet don't touch the ground
she poured a glass of music I was lost now i'm found
Angels and demons
and the broken tree of blood
Dry as a bone
I just quake and speak in tongues
So call me the lost wind of brightness in the deep
and follow know one and nothing
In the western lands your pain is a jail door man
and there won't be any way out except right through it all again
I got swallowed up by god's endless sound
and there ain't nothing much on this hollowed ground
The winds of sadness and the sands of time
i'm standing here with my back to the wheel of life
So call me the lost wind of brightness in the deep
and follow your heart like it's king
So call me the lost wind of brightness in the deep
and follow your heart like it's king
So call me the lost wind of brightness in the deep
and follow your heart like it's king
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Impetus crutch
Form the immortal immunity from mud and paint and wire
beware the seduction of idle chatter
and the killing of dreams severed from day
their and our causal profanity talks on a wave
in the heat of invisible misunderstandings
and the water births a rose
and the life takes a chance
and the mind thinks it knows
a goddamn
Its painted scarlet with a rain made of nails
and the neighbors god sharply cuts the stillness
I remember Rameses drove with the dead on high
and the western road town was penetrated
by dew and sunshine in the mornings
of anything is possible
long shallow river from the valley
the dragonflies dream of blood
and notice things you don't
his resignation
her addiction
the madness on the corner as she
picked her wings up
in the movie of her mind
seeds and flower's made of sun
painted gold and floating in my own bliss
my shoes turn into boats of reed and song
and the hills have eyes and tongues of flame
Queen Victoria was most likely
quite unhappy
and the Zulu whale lived with arrows
for two hundred thousand years
watermarks for fools and ice for the twit
the timebomb ticks for only me
So tattoo my face with the holy thorn
and etch her name in the street
god is flying on a crown of bears
and only the children can hear it's beat
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Ghost Truck
oh up in the sky
through the full of dark night
spider bites and hobos and moms in the moon
all flying under the clock at noon
well I got a new floor and my feet don't even touch
she poured a glass of music right into my mind
nothing to say but rain and ache
down here on the street of lost days
the ocean is big and it hums in the night
and the days are now marked by her terrible might
recently, my brain got stabbed by a sisters ignorant rage
but i'll drop it and win the one and true race
this star is a sun that pours onto my face
and i'm washed by the sounds of traffic and grace
Its late and I'm tired and this don't matter at all
life is hard and the truck and the fate and the fall
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Dry as a bone
em/c/d/g (verse)
poppycock and balderdash
keeping me up at night
one hand in this world
and the other jest ain't right
well I don't know why
I'm not standing here in love
angels and demons
and the broken tree of blood
dry as a bone
I just quake and speak in tounges
and there ain't no way out
except right through it all again
em/d/am/c/b7/em (chorus)
so call me the lost wind of brightness in the deep
and follow know-one and nothing
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