| Bind Up My Life Villains Lovers and Fools Page 11 |
| Who Are You? I have an angel watching over me I�ve made him a he But perhaps he�s a she Maybe I should settle For an encompassing we�. Come sit here with me We, Here in the quiet and tell me Truths Whole ones, not half Not hidden in the shadows No reading between lines No, tonight I need truth Simple isn�t it? I�m in your hands Heart and soul How will you mold and fold them In those unseen hands? You say it�s up to me to see Well there�s the rub I cannot see � not clearly Too many trees in the forest Too many forks in the road The sign posts are all backwards It�s up to you to give it to me straight And I really can�t wait So, tonight in the quiet I need to know Where am I to go? What am I to do? And just who are you? |
| There You Are There you are all expectation The world awaits you, yes it does Your mother told you Be a lady, head erect, demeanor graceful And subdued~ Yet, and yet, and yet, Yes I see that glint of a giggle In your straight-forward gaze I see the corners of a grin Just about to explode Yes the world awaits you You with all your expectation May it be kind My gentle soul, May it be kind. |
| By the Light of a Cresent Moon Bone tired to my toes Can�t even wash my face Eyes starin out in space At the light of a crescent moon I take my coffee light And sip it wonderin why So many had to die By the light of a crescent moon Echoes down an empty road Dog barkin in the night You know it just ain�t right This living by the light Of a pale dead crescent moon. |
| Big Bang The sky, Bruised and weepy, Skinned knees and lost, Longing for the warmth Of a forgetful sun Lost in contemplation, Of the moon, And of the stars Planetary scars From the bang of long ago�.. The soul, Bruised and weepy, All red eyes and runny nose Longing for a heart To fill the hollow part Below the collar-bone To still the roaring echo Mournful windswept echo From the bang of long ago�.. |
| CLEVER LITTLE TONGUES Clever little, mean-spirited little tongues Wrapping themselves around ideas Twisting them into Grotesque little, venomous little truffles Covered in candy pastel�.. Serving them up With rolling eyes And smirking lips After all�. Its just a clever little, harmless little bit of fun My dear�.. You are clever aren�t you? |
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