Passion and movement
Driving ambition
A taste for the finer things
A love of the wilder things
Simple yet complex
Paradoxically reflects
Insecurities pushed deep
Fast asleep
Opportunity knocks
Not to be wasted
A call from the other side
To cross a gulf both deep and wide
To some other place
In some other space
Establish a new base
To see your face
And your name in lights by the sun and sea
And your name lit bright up on the marquee
And your name in lights by the sun and the sea
And your name lit bright up on the marquee
Movement with purpose
Calculated risk
Keep your eye on the prize
Keep your eyes open wide
You were always a star
To everyone who matters
You'll always be a star
Near or far
Never still
Always moving forward
Fifteen minutes or fifteen years
A lifetime of joy or bitter tears
The land of the sand
Can swallow men whole
When you look in the mirror
See yourself
And your name in lights by the distant sea
And your name lit bright up on the marquee
And your name in lights by that far-away sea
And your name lit bright up on the marquee
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Monday, October 19, 2009
Conventional Wisdom
You're not right and I'm not right.
Sometimes two wrongs just might
be the answer. There's no danger.
What if I say I won't try to change you
Or rearrange you
I'm not the one and you're not the one
But maybe we're not just anyone
comes through that door. Hit the floor
runnin' and gunnin' and hopin' for more
There has to be more
We're no us but maybe we could be
something amazing, and amazingly
productive, not self-destructive
Like elements engaging and attractive
Like elements reactive
Conventional wisdom says don't try
Sometimes not all wisdom is wise
Take it in stride, set it aside
No expectations, but fully alive
Hopeful and still alive
Sometimes two wrongs just might
be the answer. There's no danger.
What if I say I won't try to change you
Or rearrange you
I'm not the one and you're not the one
But maybe we're not just anyone
comes through that door. Hit the floor
runnin' and gunnin' and hopin' for more
There has to be more
We're no us but maybe we could be
something amazing, and amazingly
productive, not self-destructive
Like elements engaging and attractive
Like elements reactive
Conventional wisdom says don't try
Sometimes not all wisdom is wise
Take it in stride, set it aside
No expectations, but fully alive
Hopeful and still alive
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Erosion
Faith, belief in what cannot be seen
Not always what it seems
Just heed the master plan
Ignore the logic if you can
I really want to see
Did we invent this thing?
Is it a part of me?
I've heard the cries, I've seen the wars
But I still can't shake the feeling
That what we are is not the thing that we want to be
Give me a clue, give me a sign
Give me a reason to get in line
Behind the masses, join the throng
Everyone's right and everybody else is wrong
Passing the plate, another example
How can you smile as the people are trampled
Under foot...God's will doesn't seem to apply
I've heard the cries, I've seen the wars
But I still can't shake the feeling
That what we are is not the thing that we want to be
Trust, the essence of the Shining Way
But there are so many ways
Salvation at your door
Just read this colorful brochure
I really want to see
Are they deceiving me?
Are they the enemy?
Not always what it seems
Just heed the master plan
Ignore the logic if you can
I really want to see
Did we invent this thing?
Is it a part of me?
I've heard the cries, I've seen the wars
But I still can't shake the feeling
That what we are is not the thing that we want to be
Give me a clue, give me a sign
Give me a reason to get in line
Behind the masses, join the throng
Everyone's right and everybody else is wrong
Passing the plate, another example
How can you smile as the people are trampled
Under foot...God's will doesn't seem to apply
I've heard the cries, I've seen the wars
But I still can't shake the feeling
That what we are is not the thing that we want to be
Trust, the essence of the Shining Way
But there are so many ways
Salvation at your door
Just read this colorful brochure
I really want to see
Are they deceiving me?
Are they the enemy?
Sunday, September 27, 2009
This Is The Day It All Falls Apart
I've got something in my head
And I've got something in my heart
Sometimes these things are one and the same
Sometimes these things are far, far apart
I'd like to know which path to choose
I'd like to find my way
But in the end, there's not much I can do
And nothing...nothing at all to say
There's a devil on my left shoulder
And an angel on my right
One tells me I should walk away
The other one says stand and fight
Sometimes its not that easy
To tell which one is which
I think I know the difference
But when I close my eyes, they always seem to switch
Today is the next day of the rest of our lives
Today is the best day to end this constant parade of lies
Today is a good day to think about a fresh start
Today is the day that everything falls apart
There's something on my mind
But what it is I don't think I'm gonna tell
There's some people I should talk to
But really...they can all go straight to hell
There's some shit I need to do
But I really don't want to start
But there's not a lot of time left
Before everything begins to fall apart
Today is the next day of the rest of our lives
Today is the best day to end this constant parade of lies
Today is a good day to think about a fresh start
Today is the day that everything falls apart
And I've got something in my heart
Sometimes these things are one and the same
Sometimes these things are far, far apart
I'd like to know which path to choose
I'd like to find my way
But in the end, there's not much I can do
And nothing...nothing at all to say
There's a devil on my left shoulder
And an angel on my right
One tells me I should walk away
The other one says stand and fight
Sometimes its not that easy
To tell which one is which
I think I know the difference
But when I close my eyes, they always seem to switch
Today is the next day of the rest of our lives
Today is the best day to end this constant parade of lies
Today is a good day to think about a fresh start
Today is the day that everything falls apart
There's something on my mind
But what it is I don't think I'm gonna tell
There's some people I should talk to
But really...they can all go straight to hell
There's some shit I need to do
But I really don't want to start
But there's not a lot of time left
Before everything begins to fall apart
Today is the next day of the rest of our lives
Today is the best day to end this constant parade of lies
Today is a good day to think about a fresh start
Today is the day that everything falls apart
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Paradox
I want to talk on the phone, I want to call you at home
I want to seal myself off from this world that you own
Why don't you hold on tight? Why don't you just let go?
Why do you keep saying yes when you really mean no?
I want to give to you, I want to take from you
I want to lie to you, I want to be lied to
I want to hold you close, I want to push you away
I want to be with you always, just not for today
I want to treat you like china, I want to wear you like gold
I want to chop you into pieces so you'll never grow old
I want to hold your hand, take a walk in the park
I want to throw you to the floor, I want to take you in the dark
I want to seal myself off from this world that you own
Why don't you hold on tight? Why don't you just let go?
Why do you keep saying yes when you really mean no?
I want to give to you, I want to take from you
I want to lie to you, I want to be lied to
I want to hold you close, I want to push you away
I want to be with you always, just not for today
I want to treat you like china, I want to wear you like gold
I want to chop you into pieces so you'll never grow old
I want to hold your hand, take a walk in the park
I want to throw you to the floor, I want to take you in the dark
C^3I
All knowing, lifeless I wait
Watching and listening
Secrets and rumors are the blood in my veins
What you're doing, I know
Who you're with, where you go
You wanna be alone?
I don't think so
In dreams my servants dog your every move
In darkest corners I hit my groove
Information stained with blood and gold
(Not gold but numbers)
Numbers are credit and credit is access
These keys to locks on invisible doors
Swift like light, beautiful, symmetrical
In like Flynn, leave no trace
This is no foot race
Watching and listening
Secrets and rumors are the blood in my veins
What you're doing, I know
Who you're with, where you go
You wanna be alone?
I don't think so
In dreams my servants dog your every move
In darkest corners I hit my groove
Information stained with blood and gold
(Not gold but numbers)
Numbers are credit and credit is access
These keys to locks on invisible doors
Swift like light, beautiful, symmetrical
In like Flynn, leave no trace
This is no foot race
Monday, September 21, 2009
(unknown)
Lifeless from the start
Lifeless we depart
Breathing living dieing
Together or apart
Faceless we begin
Faceless at the end
Eating fucking killing
Take whatever form will win
Moving through the maze
Living out of phase
Timelessly exist and
Wait for end of days
Lifeless we begin
Lifeless to the end
Striking out in anger
Striking foe and friend
Lifeless from the start
Lifeless we depart
Breathing fucking dieing
Never be apart
Lifeless we depart
Breathing living dieing
Together or apart
Faceless we begin
Faceless at the end
Eating fucking killing
Take whatever form will win
Moving through the maze
Living out of phase
Timelessly exist and
Wait for end of days
Lifeless we begin
Lifeless to the end
Striking out in anger
Striking foe and friend
Lifeless from the start
Lifeless we depart
Breathing fucking dieing
Never be apart
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