Cycle spinning, new beginning
Calling in the night
Bright light shining, multipying
Cradles of delight
Bet someone the best of their
Best years in the sun
All along your carriage drawn
By horses from the farm
Calling in the night
Bright light shining, multipying
Cradles of delight
Bet someone the best of their
Best years in the sun
All along your carriage drawn
By horses from the farm
Take flight! Bright Iris, cirrus sunken cloud;
Paint heralds through azure unblemished skies,
So all may witness your wild repose avowed,
Reflected and collected for reprise.
I rise, soft solemn dreams with you so high,
And oft decry that chasmic space between,
Where spread across angelic wings we lie/die
Our temporary deaths down deep ravine.
Now over the rainbow Destiny she stirs;
Her prismic glances scatter spectral Sun,
And Moon with endless eternal eclipse,
Awaits the Synchronist to come.
Awake! Dear dreamer you alone I see;
A ghost, a dream, the rise of Mercury.
Paint heralds through azure unblemished skies,
So all may witness your wild repose avowed,
Reflected and collected for reprise.
I rise, soft solemn dreams with you so high,
And oft decry that chasmic space between,
Where spread across angelic wings we lie/die
Our temporary deaths down deep ravine.
Now over the rainbow Destiny she stirs;
Her prismic glances scatter spectral Sun,
And Moon with endless eternal eclipse,
Awaits the Synchronist to come.
Awake! Dear dreamer you alone I see;
A ghost, a dream, the rise of Mercury.
Time's up for the watchers of the big black box,
Who sit and trip away their days,
Who wine and dine till they're feeling fine,
Who pine and whine before they take what's mine.
Theirs is the land of greed and power,
For what in the world can topple the tower,
When the dreams of men do not shake the foundation,
How will we possibly be able to move this mountain?
All who delve into the works of society,
Are bound by the love of liberty,
And try to live life as though we one day could,
Be bound together through eternal brotherhood.
Send down all the clowns that are playing for you,
The tears in the midnight that you never knew.
Alone he cries with a smile on his face,
Always wanting to make his great escape.
Who sit and trip away their days,
Who wine and dine till they're feeling fine,
Who pine and whine before they take what's mine.
Theirs is the land of greed and power,
For what in the world can topple the tower,
When the dreams of men do not shake the foundation,
How will we possibly be able to move this mountain?
All who delve into the works of society,
Are bound by the love of liberty,
And try to live life as though we one day could,
Be bound together through eternal brotherhood.
Send down all the clowns that are playing for you,
The tears in the midnight that you never knew.
Alone he cries with a smile on his face,
Always wanting to make his great escape.
no name
Castles in the sky, don't ask me why
The blind man comes, while others run.
Turn away, don't look back
The one you seek is dressed in black
With dreams of riches in your head.
She seeks a place no other treads
And sits alone along the fence
Waiting for some evidence
That her lover, far away
Somehow feels that same old way.
Time tells itself to halt and start again
But you my friend are waiting for when
Your high-school class has run away
Now they rule the games you play
Never look away. The sun will
Come another day.
The blind man comes, while others run.
Turn away, don't look back
The one you seek is dressed in black
With dreams of riches in your head.
She seeks a place no other treads
And sits alone along the fence
Waiting for some evidence
That her lover, far away
Somehow feels that same old way.
Time tells itself to halt and start again
But you my friend are waiting for when
Your high-school class has run away
Now they rule the games you play
Never look away. The sun will
Come another day.
Into the past a fortnight ago
Gritty little horror show
That I walk into, but do not know
What twist the plot will take
Although it seems my shotgun
By my side
Is slowly losing it’s color
And the rust that is forming
Gives a solid warning
That the darkness is coming
Along as planned
Gritty little horror show
That I walk into, but do not know
What twist the plot will take
Although it seems my shotgun
By my side
Is slowly losing it’s color
And the rust that is forming
Gives a solid warning
That the darkness is coming
Along as planned
the workers’ day is done
but they do not foresee they’ve come
as far as the eye can see
and over the hill to me
draw down a path no longer
where they belong. only to
find themselves with
nothing to do.
“so what now”, screams the
lone poet from the
balcony of life.
they do not know him
any more,
and no one pulls him
from the floor
so he becomes
as everyone.
but they do not foresee they’ve come
as far as the eye can see
and over the hill to me
draw down a path no longer
where they belong. only to
find themselves with
nothing to do.
“so what now”, screams the
lone poet from the
balcony of life.
they do not know him
any more,
and no one pulls him
from the floor
so he becomes
as everyone.
When the terrors of the night come wandering by
I know for sure that we all someday must die,
For the walls are painted with a million shades of grey
Telling a story of when the wind ran away.
Into the ocean, into the sea,
We alone will believe what no one else will see.
Try as you might, you will never walk down
All those paths in your lifetime you might not have found.
Actors and agents they claw at my door,
But letting one in means they all must want more.
Today is the day that they all throw you back
What news do you bring from the old weathered shack?
I know for sure that we all someday must die,
For the walls are painted with a million shades of grey
Telling a story of when the wind ran away.
Into the ocean, into the sea,
We alone will believe what no one else will see.
Try as you might, you will never walk down
All those paths in your lifetime you might not have found.
Actors and agents they claw at my door,
But letting one in means they all must want more.
Today is the day that they all throw you back
What news do you bring from the old weathered shack?
It captures you
Your attention to the end
With winding passages
And merry go rounds
That peak and blow
Down the trees that point
You all in the wrong direction
Don’t go
Send me my heat
Back in the mail
Don’t tread too lightly
For I might miss the trail
Of arrows that fly
So stringent through
The air that is falling
The sails on the tide
Come through
Suffer my want
Is the only want
I want to bestow
Upon your heart
Greed and hunger go hand in hand
That is why the pirate
And the captain are in love
With the princess that lives
Down Oxford town way
Who is she now
To stay herself for so long
It doesn’t seem right
To be with my baby tonight
While you are out
On the street
And hit the deck
You are crying
And the world throws it’s swan
Song to the rescue
Hit the child of Medusa’s breast
Who snakes his way into your heart
No one knows for sure which way the
Pressure lies, and so the dangers
Of the beach never seem to really
Play upon the stench of the family
Portrait.
Your attention to the end
With winding passages
And merry go rounds
That peak and blow
Down the trees that point
You all in the wrong direction
Don’t go
Send me my heat
Back in the mail
Don’t tread too lightly
For I might miss the trail
Of arrows that fly
So stringent through
The air that is falling
The sails on the tide
Come through
Suffer my want
Is the only want
I want to bestow
Upon your heart
Greed and hunger go hand in hand
That is why the pirate
And the captain are in love
With the princess that lives
Down Oxford town way
Who is she now
To stay herself for so long
It doesn’t seem right
To be with my baby tonight
While you are out
On the street
And hit the deck
You are crying
And the world throws it’s swan
Song to the rescue
Hit the child of Medusa’s breast
Who snakes his way into your heart
No one knows for sure which way the
Pressure lies, and so the dangers
Of the beach never seem to really
Play upon the stench of the family
Portrait.
All the pretty people in their wind up cars,
Go wandering past with their handlebars.
Don’t you go on down to the merry go round,
For it is high time that you heard the sound.
All the birds are flying up into the clouds,
While you sit alone and watch the rain coming down,
Time’s a wasting if you really want to get things done,
And you really want to come and have some fun.
Look around to the people who fall on the floor,
Wont you tell them they don’t have to worry no more.
Seems the more I tell them, the less they know,
And we’ll all wake up together if we all decide to go.
Come on lay your weary head upon my shoulder
Won’t you stay with me in the cold of the night.
If you just be here now you won’t get any older,
But you’ll stay young forever ’till the morning light
Inside your mind you know that you can fly,
High above the others up on the wire.
You believe you’re going up to a higher plane,
But no one seems to really know your name.
Ten thousand days and nights you’ve cried alone,
Sitting in the boardroom on the phone,
Jetting off to see your friends in Rome,
When you don’t even know your friends at home.
Tip toe up the stairs into your room.
You know that she’s coming home all too soon.
You’ll never ever let her get away,
Even if it takes you all your days.
Align with all the colours of your dreams,
It’s easy when there’s nothing as it seems.
Together we will fly into the night,
Oh little blackbird let me see you take flight.
Total glory is never around the corner.
It’s always lying just where I would warn her,
And she climbs the stairs so naked and so free,
Until she’s upstairs so permanently.
Light up another match if you still can,
They are signifiers of exactly who I am.
Remark to me that I never knew your fate,
When I watch you walking through that gate.
The test of time is all that I know best,
When my head is lying in your breast,
Enticing me with your lovely sounds,
That echo even when there’s no one around.
Fortune is the way that many fools take,
And never a single cent do they often make,
But me I know there is a different way,
Than to be a slave to just another day.
Topless thieves will rob you willingly,
And you will give them exactly what they need.
Put away your saving for a rainy day,
You’ll never use it as you wish to anyway.
Come gather up all your things and throw them on,
The fire is burning well into the dawn.
Two thousand books have met their fate,
Their text in time will never be erased.
Go wandering past with their handlebars.
Don’t you go on down to the merry go round,
For it is high time that you heard the sound.
All the birds are flying up into the clouds,
While you sit alone and watch the rain coming down,
Time’s a wasting if you really want to get things done,
And you really want to come and have some fun.
Look around to the people who fall on the floor,
Wont you tell them they don’t have to worry no more.
Seems the more I tell them, the less they know,
And we’ll all wake up together if we all decide to go.
Come on lay your weary head upon my shoulder
Won’t you stay with me in the cold of the night.
If you just be here now you won’t get any older,
But you’ll stay young forever ’till the morning light
Inside your mind you know that you can fly,
High above the others up on the wire.
You believe you’re going up to a higher plane,
But no one seems to really know your name.
Ten thousand days and nights you’ve cried alone,
Sitting in the boardroom on the phone,
Jetting off to see your friends in Rome,
When you don’t even know your friends at home.
Tip toe up the stairs into your room.
You know that she’s coming home all too soon.
You’ll never ever let her get away,
Even if it takes you all your days.
Align with all the colours of your dreams,
It’s easy when there’s nothing as it seems.
Together we will fly into the night,
Oh little blackbird let me see you take flight.
Total glory is never around the corner.
It’s always lying just where I would warn her,
And she climbs the stairs so naked and so free,
Until she’s upstairs so permanently.
Light up another match if you still can,
They are signifiers of exactly who I am.
Remark to me that I never knew your fate,
When I watch you walking through that gate.
The test of time is all that I know best,
When my head is lying in your breast,
Enticing me with your lovely sounds,
That echo even when there’s no one around.
Fortune is the way that many fools take,
And never a single cent do they often make,
But me I know there is a different way,
Than to be a slave to just another day.
Topless thieves will rob you willingly,
And you will give them exactly what they need.
Put away your saving for a rainy day,
You’ll never use it as you wish to anyway.
Come gather up all your things and throw them on,
The fire is burning well into the dawn.
Two thousand books have met their fate,
Their text in time will never be erased.
A crimson tide
What blood spillt?
From what evil?
Or what good?
Blue morning comes
But once a year
Amongst the purple
We all sing out
Out to the stars
The ships coming in
To dock and to sink
Their drills in the ground
They come so far
For the essence of our souls
And they take it back
To their far off shores
Which side are you on?
Does it matter in the end?
To which planet do you belong?
I wonder
Look to the sky
The tirade coming down
They have come from the mind
Of so many far away
So give them your hand
Though they may take it not
For up will be down
And back again tomorrow
Forever we are turning
And long into the night
We will survive
A line
A table
A chair
A fallout shelter
All of these things
Are alive
What blood spillt?
From what evil?
Or what good?
Blue morning comes
But once a year
Amongst the purple
We all sing out
Out to the stars
The ships coming in
To dock and to sink
Their drills in the ground
They come so far
For the essence of our souls
And they take it back
To their far off shores
Which side are you on?
Does it matter in the end?
To which planet do you belong?
I wonder
Look to the sky
The tirade coming down
They have come from the mind
Of so many far away
So give them your hand
Though they may take it not
For up will be down
And back again tomorrow
Forever we are turning
And long into the night
We will survive
A line
A table
A chair
A fallout shelter
All of these things
Are alive
Imagine we but two ships lost at sea,
Adrift betwixt the turbulence of time;
Cast out upon such waves set crashing free
To be the pioneers of our prime.
What wind hath set its weight upon our sails?
What rain hits hard to drown that starboard side?
The wreck of broken hearts and falling hail
Sits shrouded by thick fog of turning tides.
Forsworn to sail through tempests near and far,
And map uncharted waters on the breeze;
We press forever on towards the star
That shines its light across the open seas.
Though waves will roll and bells will toll before the morning sun,
When two ships lost at sea decide to madly come undone.
Adrift betwixt the turbulence of time;
Cast out upon such waves set crashing free
To be the pioneers of our prime.
What wind hath set its weight upon our sails?
What rain hits hard to drown that starboard side?
The wreck of broken hearts and falling hail
Sits shrouded by thick fog of turning tides.
Forsworn to sail through tempests near and far,
And map uncharted waters on the breeze;
We press forever on towards the star
That shines its light across the open seas.
Though waves will roll and bells will toll before the morning sun,
When two ships lost at sea decide to madly come undone.
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