It's a dark road
And a dark way that leads to my house
And the word says
That you're never gonna find me there, oh no
I've got an open door
It didn't get there by itself
It didn't get there by itself.
There's a feeling
But you're not feeling it at all
There's a meaning
But you're not listening anymore
I look at that open road
I'm gonna walk there by myself.
And if you catch me I might try to run away
You know I can't be there too long
And if you let me I might try to make you stay
Seems you never realize a good thing til it's gone..
Maybe I'm still searchin' but I don't know what it means
All the fires of destruction are still burnin' in my dreams
There's no water that can wash away this longin' to come clean
Hey yeah yeah..
I can't find the joy within my soul
It's just sadness taking hold
I want to come in from the cold
And make myself renewed again
It takes strength to live this way
The same old madness every day
I wanna kick these blues away
I wanna learn to live again
Hey hey hey..
It's a dark road
And a dark way that leads to my house
And the word says
You're never gonna find me there, oh no
I've got an open door
It didn't get there by itself
It didn't get there by itself.
10.29.2007
10.22.2007
People help the people (Cherry Ghost)
God knows what is hiding in that weak and drunken heart
I guess you kissed the girls and made them cry
those hardfaced queens of misadventure
God knows what is hiding in those weak and sunken eyes
a fiery throng of muted angels
giving love and getting nothing back
People help the people
and if your homesick, give me your hand and i'll hold it
people help the people
and nothing will drag you down
oh and if I had a brain, oh and if I had a brain
I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
that turned, all those good hearts away
God knows what is hiding in that world of little consequence
behind the tears inside the lies
a thousand slowly dying sunsets
God knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken hearts
I guess the loneliness came knocking
No on needs to be alone, oh save me
People help the people
and if your homesick, give me your hand and i'll hold it
people help the people
nothing will drag you down
oh and if I had a brain, oh and if I had a brain
I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
that turned, all those good hearts away
People help the people
and if your homesick, give me your hand and I'll hold it
people help the people
nothing will drag you down
oh and if I had a brain, oh and if I had a brain
I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
that turned, all those good hearts away.
I guess you kissed the girls and made them cry
those hardfaced queens of misadventure
God knows what is hiding in those weak and sunken eyes
a fiery throng of muted angels
giving love and getting nothing back
People help the people
and if your homesick, give me your hand and i'll hold it
people help the people
and nothing will drag you down
oh and if I had a brain, oh and if I had a brain
I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
that turned, all those good hearts away
God knows what is hiding in that world of little consequence
behind the tears inside the lies
a thousand slowly dying sunsets
God knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken hearts
I guess the loneliness came knocking
No on needs to be alone, oh save me
People help the people
and if your homesick, give me your hand and i'll hold it
people help the people
nothing will drag you down
oh and if I had a brain, oh and if I had a brain
I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
that turned, all those good hearts away
People help the people
and if your homesick, give me your hand and I'll hold it
people help the people
nothing will drag you down
oh and if I had a brain, oh and if I had a brain
I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
that turned, all those good hearts away.
10.04.2007
Synchronicity 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 loch
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 his 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
Many miles away, many miles away
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 loch
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 his 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
Many miles away, many miles away
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