Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Take a simple little truth
and you turn it around
green purple and blue
now muddied and brown
I did that, did that
threw it over the river
as a matter of fact
all the while
the river bottom I sat

The more I think
the less I know
a harmless idea
it starts to grow
what was fictitious
purely superstitious
has turned out to be
a thought that was malicious
and you've turned your
dear friend into a dear foe

(replacement lyrics)

I did this
I did that
My bowl of truth
I call the cat in the hat
try an catch my sanity
with attention intact


...
festers in my head
I complicate the words
turn friend into foe
she sits down
comes near
there's something he should hear

she begins to speak
but not a sound
something about
upside down

it's a joke
from a show
that he saw
two nights ago

seeing a smirk
she starts to say
why do you always
act this way

are you listening
are you listening
the sun on the water is glistening
says a whispering
and everything
it fades in and away
to me you talk down
like I'm lower than the ground
destroy all my confidence
feel like I have no competence
but I will regain what was lost
at any given cost
so you better come prepared
you better not be scared
you better hope that someone somewhere
is saying you a prayer
cause tonight, we fight
Steps are coming close
to that which I suppose
are for me

there is something in the air
a raising of my hair
can't you see?

goodbye to the darkness
goodbye to the light
time to take a stand
stand up for what is right
I will hold my ground
for that which I believe
this time you will see
the irreverent side of me

many times I've run
to the quickly fading sun
I've come undone

a hero in my own mind
but a coward in my own time
I cover and fade away

goodbye to the darkness
goodbye to the light
time to take a stand
stand up for what is right
I will hold my ground
for that which I believe
this time you will see
a darker side of me
I can't go back
I won't go back
there's nothing you can do to make me
I'm sorry for what it's been
this'll all be better in the end

this is my resolution
start up the revolution
I'm tired of being the same old guy
so I turn my head
and kiss the sky goodbye
Sitting deep
on the edge
I close my eyes
and pretend to sleep

Scott

thirty minutes out
thirty minutes back
hand me that rod,
look out, stand back

thirty minutes out
to channel marking end
rocking in the waves
under the beating sun
casting out bait
hooking a few
you would have wished
you had been there too

he cast that lure
with a mighty splish
Scott hooked up
with a great big lemon fish

Scott fought so long
he fought so hard
after this he'll be giving
out more of the business card

thirty minutes out
thirty minutes back
hand me that rod
look out
stand back
drinking a bottle
of crown royal
drink enough
and it'll make you howl

one time I drank soo much
senses dulling especially touch
up goes the bottle and back goes the head
I fall down and miss my bed

Looking up, I see my shoe
It's out of reach so I rest for a few

The rest of these come in no particular order

Sittin down in my bedroom
thinking of the coming doom
of the plastic cups and the cellular phones
red tables and the twilight zone

glass turns into paper
metal turns into wood
as long as I'm there
I don't care
it's all good

shitty teachers inspire hateful lyrics

Shut your mouth and get to the point
thirty minutes gone took three hours long
since you know it all, all but that which counts
don't baby us, tell us not to cheat
cause you've seen it all and we'll only be pulling slow ones
the sound of your voice makes my ears bleed
so I'll probably be asking questions later
I know what you said, but what did you mean
Iwebfolio can eat my ass

outsourced liberty - inspired by Keenan's song 'outsourced liberty'

wanting warmer
and getting cornered
pacing slowly not to fall
getting over
the wrath in Dover
only to read the writings on the wall

and they say

the answer is near
have to look inside
if you want to find because the
answer is near
must listen closely
if you want to hear
must abide by the
tide and the rhythm of the snare