Put It To Truth
Carry this upon my weary back
In case you cannot see, you'll
know where it's at
"Dammit all to hell," I cry
I just could never find peace
I guess you know we're coping
and yes, you're helping us forget
So here's a drink to hoping
Yes, yes
I can't shake the shackles
Swoon with riptides uneven
I'm out of luck, I'm out of
my element
Put it to truth!
I was left here with an important
note
Yet it seems unclear exactly what
was wrote
History of the future printed on
a tee shirt
When will I move closer to the
place that I began,
drawing in the sand?
Construct A Delicate Plot
Let me know how it feels
Not a whisper, so create a
commotion
Leaped upside a two-track, fit
for a soundtrack
Not knowing where to go
No idea when to shine
How bitter is the sweet?
How honey the hardship of an easy
success handed to you?
Let me know how it feels
Let me know how you come to place
value
on the friends that you left in
the dark
I just wonder how you got here
Oh Memory
You can see for yourself all the
damage
planted here, stood my ground
Lifted chins up
Bullets softly overhead
Careful not to wake
I accept this challenge with an
ovation
Won't go, you won't go, you won't go away
Hide away in city parks,
the unlikely spots
No one will miss us if we just
don't go out,
never leave the house
Avoid another foul endured, the
requisite slight
My mind searching for a new guilt
Solutions, solutions
Memory, oh memory
Memory, its toll
Scattered prospects up the coast
Every compromise a toast
Sat repeating myself over again
Fragments better in I am
Century March
When I passed by Motown it was in
bloom
Without the high rise fortune,
there was nothing left to lose
Chin up, young wonder!
Happened once when we were
together
Trembled to the point of stutter
Take me on this century march
Has it been so long since
you've had a kickstart?
Did away with expectations
Absolutely wanted none of that
Granted, I had all my hopes lined
up neatly on the dash instead
Reflections Of A Gallery Janitor
We're all innocent, we're all
outcasts
and you're contracted genius
and I combat my weakness as the
flames climb the walls,
soundtracked to Mahler
Cast as the heroes
Lamented and admired
Holy works surround but no
one's heard my call til now
Don't you wish you'd peered
deeper?
Don't you wish you'd heard?
I can compete with all this
hanging history
I was the first to drip, en plein
air
I carved out a niche, I'll cut
off all of my limbs
Then I fell in love
Now you'll remember me
Wind The Bell
Head to fire, seek out the warmth
You can't be serious,
you can't be in control of this
anymore
You've asked that favor one too
many times
The sunken trophy lights, what
with their pride
Can't outdo your careful
pantomime
Wind the bell, but no one's
safe
Fall from good graces all around
Keep the climb on, but still
surrounded by giants every which way
Come some one or thing and shake me free!
Wish for you I was mistaken
Come some crueler fate and break this reverie!
Lifted
Things don't just stop
And I really hope you don't
believe there's permanence at the top
I know I'm made of nothing but
anecdotes
are something
Double-cross the sentiments that
I invited
Give 'em up
It truly was an act of something,
felt like lightning
Clearly, clearly we're cut from
better cloth
Clearly, clearly our words have
turned us soft
What monsters we crave for,
struggling to stay or be
forgotten
Patterns have not left me, led me
in
What monsters we crave for
If we could let the violence be
forgotten
We'd slip away with heavy
hearts and move on
We cast our net away but notice
nothing's changed
Not enough to stay
Drawn-Out Goodbye
This plan on my mind
I've got to stop and make a
peace
I will only grant 3 wishes unto
my pride
In the exact conditions
Found wandering out on the roof
again
So used to thinking a trick's
afoot
Humbling words taught me just to
stay put
I no longer have the urge to
share my misery with the world
and who would listen?
It's enough to keep it
contained, keep it from overtaking,
keep it from spilling forth
All I see in the world and all I
fear in the world
Is matched in a girl
Unlucky the pearl who tries to
match the girl
Keep in mind, your ideas don't
have to die
And they might be just right
More Satellites Than Stars
A man who decides tomorrow
carries the burden of follow
And I've sat a whisper away
from where the words been kept
They've been stuck in my mouth
all along
My god, the rites are wrong!
I thought I knew the way, the
cardinal points
Don't wait for me, dear, it
won't become clearer
the closer the date looms ahead
of us
A lifetime repeated onstage
So common-sad, nothing is gained
We're not so far from the lake
now
Yes, it's been that long
Guess it's been a while since
we noticed
there's more satellites than
stars in focus
And we tremble at the thought
Now that you're helpless and
small,
the reward's left waiting to
fall
Capture the light on the backseat
in a coffee can,
the getaway van
Don't wait for me, dear, it
won't become clearer
The choice to collect what I know
could come nearer
And I only quote my heroes in the
mirror
The Curious Weights
Call this a defeat when your
weapon's made for peace
Wherever this will take me
Crystal shining clear
The future held so dear
If only I could settle down,
if only I could warn them!
The curious weights
And in a sudden flash, the world
came into view
Hidden suns only we knew
But yours are no less true!
We gathered what washed ashore
just sample something more
Something freer than we'd ever
be
If only I could stay so sweet and
not too old, and still a little beautiful
Captured, in awe
This is me enraptured and spun
Arielle the Ghost
Back to my old allies, splitting
time with yellow lines
Now I've got a dream in motion
and it has no home
She's travelling alone
Can you live too fast, dear?
A certain weight upon this day
Can you live too fast, dear?
We'll make with disposable
truth
"To hell with that!" says
Arielle the ghost
Another land I could've known
Says Arielle the ghost
Dreams of Increase
Don't feel natural here,
waiting for a sea to appear
and open up this great divide,
American and blue-eyed
Hey kid, look at what you did
Don't feel natural here, so I
exit without a cheer
"but who's ungrateful for a
home?" a wanderer did moan
Won't feel natural here, even
if you were to appear
and open up this flatland tide,
American and cross-eyed
Hey kid, look at what you did