POSSIBLIES AND MAYBES THE
CASKET LOTTERY
We wait and wait and wait and wait, but it’s as if you lost your heart when you found God. I never knew you could disappear so please don’t get me wrong. Did you really find all that you would need was to look us all in the face and ask us all to leave? Well goodbye, good friend. I didn’t know the invitation was our intervention. It’s as if you lost your heart when you found God. I never knew you could disappear so please don’t get me wrong. Did you really find all that you would need was to look us all in the face and ask us all to leave? You lost your heart for your soul, and it misses you. You lost your heart for your soul, and it misses you. We all do. We wait and wait and wait and wait.
You change your name. You’re still the same. The one I’ve known for these past six years. You lead your life. This new direction. I just hope to see you this often still. Carmalita, you seem to not miss us that much. You seem okay lately. It’s safe to say you’re happy. Carmalita, I don’t take this for granted. These days I can see you rank high. If he ever hurts her then he’s a dead man by my own hand. You change your name. You’re still the same. The one I’ve known for these past six years. You lead your life down this new road. I just hope you watch you grow old.
Another weekend night. Every other night. Any time’s a good time to get out of the house. Plenty of friends around, always up for heading downtown. Just as long as she can get out of the house. I guess it’s going on two years since she filled that house with tears. All the stitching fell apart and she could no longer call it a home. Her husband ran away when all the problems came. Yeah, that quitter quit and he left his wife all alone. Here’s to hoping she won’t rush into things. If there’s one thing she needs to learn is how to play it safe. Her dad is always there, her brother’s down the street. And I hope she knows she can call anytime she needs. If she’s had too much to drink. If she just can’t get to sleep. If something goes wrong and she’s stuck on the side of the road. If there’s one thing she’s need to learn, besides how to play it safe, is that no matter how she feels she should never ever feel alone. She’s better off without all these bastards who only lie when they talk. She’s better off filling up her closet, filling up the void and feeding her dogs. She’s better off…knowing it doesn’t matter that he’s gone. She’s better off moving on. The sun is up she’s on her way to work and on the drive she’s thinking about that jerk who tried to pick her up last night. She’s feeling sorry for his wife. Wondering if he’s got kids wondering where their father is. The only thing she knows for sure is… She’s better off without all these bastards who only lie when they talk. She’s better off filling up her closet, filling up the void and feeding her dogs. She’s better off…knowing it doesn’t matter that he’s gone. She’s better off moving on.
THE NATIVES
Quiet! What’s that sound? It’s the energy of this town. I guess it’s about time. The coasts are jaded, here the corn is high. It’s so full of cynics. I’m so sick of the critics. Quiet! What’s that sound? It’s the energy of this town. Stop, just shut your mouth. Admit it, you’re just burnt out. I’m so sick of the critics. After everyone’s two cents, you can all afford plane tickets. I hope you said almost everything. I haven’t heard a word yet. Not yet! What’s that sound?
BLESSED/CURSED
Hold on tight to what you have there. You could lose your train of thought any second. If you cared less you will never feel blessed. But cursed could be your middle name, if you’re not careful. But times are hard when you know all you know has changed. The way you see yourself today will never be the same. Blessed or cursed it’s up to you… When you know all you know has changed. The way you see yourself today will never be the same.. It’s a blessing to be aware of amazing grace. I don’t know if it’s okay for me. When all along I just make mistakes and lose. I guess it’s up to you.
RED HOUSE (Shudder To Think)
There's a red house road. And lies beyond it something like a chicken coup not sure though. I go overdose. And the ghost of my brain goes to yours and something comes quite clear. Smoke is her name but she'll grow. Can't stop the rain nor the snow, no. Am I talking 'bout the medicine, the legal thing you eat when you are sick. Am I falling out of sight design beyond the red house road I move too quick. She's got real big bones, and a gorgeous home. And between her, um and me there's something quite good I love. Smoke is her name but she'll grow. Can't stop the rain nor the snow. And I dream, dream, dream but don't look. And I look, look, and I dream, dream, dream but don't look. And I look, look, and I dream, dream, dream but don't look. And I look, look, and I leave, leave, leave but don't look. Love, love, love, love. She's a buzzing bee. She's a person, see between you and me, someone I want bad but can't have. I'm an overgrown little wanting boy. She's my only joy and covers come between us to clear. Smoke is her name but she'll grow. Can't stop the rain nor the snow. And I dream, dream, dream but don't look. And I look, look, and I dream, dream, dream but don't look. And I look, look, and I dream, dream, dream but don't look. And I look, look, and you don't grow.
LOST AT SEA
Seven years ago I got on this boat, not knowing where it would lead me. But here we are with wounds and scars, still struggling to float and lost at sea. So many storms have had my head capsizing, shipwrecked, and breathing air that’s soaking wet. No wonder I curse like a god-damned sailor. I’ve got all the stores but no anchor.
THE GREAT ONE AND LONELY
I am the great one and lonely. Who knows everything I know, but being the only one who knows it only makes me all alone. Yes, I have secrets like I guess we all do. Mine collect. Snowball effect. Like I guess everyone deserves to. If you’re really listening you know everything. I am the great one and lonely.
SIX DIFFERENT WAYS (The Cure)
This is stranger than I thought. Six different ways inside my heart. And everyone I'll keep tonight. Six different ways go deep inside. I'll tell them anything at all. I know I'll give them more and more. I'll tell them anything at all. I know I'll give the world and more. The think I'm on my hands and head. This time they're much too slow. Six sides to every lie I say. It's that American voice again. It was never quite like this before. Not one of you is the same. This is stranger than I thought. Six different ways inside my heart. And everyone I'll keep tonight. Six different ways go deep inside.
SYNCHORONICITY II (The Police)
Another suburban family morning. Grandmother screaming at the wall. We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies. We can't hear anything at all. Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration, but we know all her suicides are fake. Daddy only stares into the distance. There's only so much more that he can take. Many miles away something crawls from the slime at the bottom of a dark Scottish lake. Another industrial ugly morning. The factory belches filth into the sky. He walks unhindered through the picket lines today. He doesn't think to wonder why. The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street, but all he ever thinks to do is watch. And every single meeting with his so-called superior is a humiliating kick in the crotch. Many miles away something crawls to the surface of a dark Scottish lake. Another working day has ended. Only the rush hour hell to face. Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes. Contestants in a suicidal race. Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance. He knows that something somewhere has to break. He sees the family home now looming in the headlights, the pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache. Many miles away there's a shadow on the door of a cottage on the shore of a dark Scottish lake...............
UNTEEN
I’ve got my eye on happiness, and that’s exactly what I need. No, I’m not too old for this. I hope I never outgrow my dreams. This is passion, and it’s on fired. This is not a dead horse to me. We’re gonna ride away. Pick a coast, they don’t yet know our name.
Greeted with a smile, like the killer on trial. In a pool of sweat, place the losing bet. From misery she misses me, forever chasing signs. Security pulls a gun, egos to be won. For the glittering prize, I can see her eyes; I see her lies. Love and success like a lover's caress. And it's a metal box in here. From misery she misses me. Forever wasting time.
MARCH ON TO BABYLON
Some say just trust in God, but keep your doors locked. You may know better, I don’t, I know worse… We are worse. You’ve got some nerve, spreading that word. Wisdom never seemed so tainted. Hey, save some for me. Hey, save yourself. I’ll meet you there. There was a point before all of this where you were right, but you’ve crossed that line and it’s time to come back now. Come back down.
BILL AND AXE
Some years ago, this summer, our lives crossed paths, and ever since, then and there, you’ve been my past and brother. I’m holding on, to days when we couldn’t’ sit sill. We laughed our asses off together, half my life. I know you better than anyone. Let’s sneak out, night swim off the dock, get back at sun up, and then talk. I bet you five bucks I can hit that house with this rock, “Don’t John!” “Don’t wake up the neighbors…”
BEST MAN (Kill Creek)
I'm no bad man. God's true angels love me. And I'm a Best Man. So Matt and Jenny love me, too. And I'm a sad man. I hope some things never change at all. And he's a dead man if he ever hurts her. I'm just kidding you. I'll drive a thousand miles so I can witness you. If no one else makes the trail, I will sing the wedding song all by myself. I'll make time to play this game but if you want my blessing, I abstain. If I'm gonna drive for you this far. I’m gonna drive you this hard and I will wrap this veil around her head. You’ll swear yourselves until your dead. And I'll kneel beside you, laughing, I'll tell myself I'll never………
IN THE MEANTIME (Helmet)
Earth tone suits you. So give it a smile. If I could hold your feet down. Get to know
for awhile. To make due is a promise.
Hard to keep without help. Never
taught to look in. I’m too concerned with my health. Help me spread right, ash
is. Cow fertilized. Come down in a feed town.
Strength to minimize. Hold it.
In the meantime.
WHAT I (RE)BUILT LAST NIGHT
(Oh me of little faith) offer nothing to believers, but words. Whether the hand of God, or the work of the Devil. The burden is upon my shoulders. (All these words whispered in my ears) nothing is sacred for we are all sheep (all these words whispered in the air). I’m not the shepherd by any means, I’m merely the man with schematics for building the bridge. Sacrificed by my hands.
RIP VAN WINKLE
I lie awake, after 20 years of sleep. Learn to speak, after 20 years of screams. Am I coming in clear? Calling you back home. (Do you recognize me?) Or has it been too long since.. I got your message the wound is much too deep. A cleansing is in order to make things neat, I’m calling you back home, do you recognize me, or has it been too long since I feel asleep.
EVERYONE HERE IS WRONG
Choose bronze and win us all over. For it’s time for a hero and we all known not one exists. Not here. Not yet. We’ve got our hopes up high enough to get let down and go for the gold. For we knew all along everyone here is strong. Possiblies and maybes make for conversation pieces, but hope and will will make us all new reasons. So let us down or choose bronze and save us all from barely hanging on. Save us all.
THIS SONG GOES TO ELEVEN