Kiss The Night

I was breakin' the law

to swim in the sea,

over the wall,

in the shade of the ministry

There was nowhere to dance,

nowhere to sing

No one to stand up

to the heights of their beliefs

They'd been too long

from the streets of the night

It didn't feel too wrong

but it never felt right

Now, I don't know where love goes

in the dark of the night

But when they're howling at your door

YOU STAND AND FIGHT!

I could see from the shore,

a radiant light

split the horizon

from the whole of the blackest night

They were out in the open,

biting their tongues

I heard somebody humming

then the words shot like a gun

We've been away too long

from the streets of the night

It didn't feel too wrong

Yeah, but it never felt right

Every hair stood straight up

in the morning light

and when they rang those mission bells

WE SHOT ON SITE!

I remember the sound,

like a warrior scream,

from a radio speaker

spread a fire down to the streets

They out on their roofs

up on their cars

Everybody was wavin'

fist up, hand full of stars

We've been away too long

from the streets of the night

It didn't feel too wrong

but it never felt right

I never cared for the floor

once I knew of the sky

now when I hear those mission bells

I KISS THE NIGHT!

We've been away too long

from the streets of the night

It doesn't take too long

before you start to feel right

Now, I don't know where love goes

in the dark of the night

but when I hear those mission bells

I kiss the night......

The Other One

New blues tune...

Once or twice, I've been laid this low

Tongue tied to my toes

Now, I know

It’s been said

I say everything

From the heart

Of the truth

No censoring

But with you there’s something

Gives me harried mind

Fightin’ back a feelin’

One should never hide

Oh Oh Oh Oh

How’d we get so

Far

Gone?

That ain’t love baby

That ain’t love, darlin’

I know he mighta meant somthin’

But if you don’t know

That ain’t love

There was a time when I let you know

My mind and where it goes

But a spark that we left is catchin’ all we were

And my heart is beset with the possible

'Cause when we are talkin’

Oh, it's more than words

I know you were sensing something

By the way you turned

Oh Oh Oh Oh

Turned your love light on me

That ain’t love baby

That ain’t love, darlin’

I know he mighta meant somthin’

Aw yeah, that ain't love baby

No no no, that ain't love darlin'

That ain't love baby

You ask me how I know...

It don't come from me.

Regret Revisited

At the advice of a friend I shortened and revised an old poem into a song.  The full version is also on this blog.

Queen 'o' the Wisp

I can recall it even now

It was a Blood Red

                summer moon

I caught a light down at the banks

Though it rained steel chains

                from Peter’s Gates

Oh her light, it seemed

To beg me into embrace

Drawn, hypnotized by the Queen o the Wisp

She kept her hair pulled back in flames

Speaking in tongues with no need

                to explain

I watched her lift clear off the ground

Over that Delta blue

                with a starry crown

Oh how her light, it seemed

To pull my hand to her waist

Moving in time would be

the distance that we

                never could close

Lost to the wilds with the Queen o the Wisp

I don’t expect you to understand

After all, how could you,

                if not this man?

And I don’t speak her name no more

It’s a dark room

                with a locked door

Oh I’d be lying if I

Told you of no mistakes

But sometimes those words become

                the very thing

                we need to move on

Burnin’ alive with the Queen o the Wisp

Merry X-Mass!

…too late…

I could feel rumblings already, in the marrow of my bones,

how dreadful a cause itched my frosty red nose.

Scotch taped trappings shivered down from stained walls,

as a chorus of carols rocked sadly decked halls. 

It starts just like this, hints of peppermint & pine,

flashing red & now green,

flooding rum & mulled wine.

Bundled up joys pushed by Teflon wrapped cotton puffs,

strolling aisles of ruin down rivers of mud & slush.

Rubber souls squeak like high school gymnasiums

but no race held here, more a maniac maelstrom.

It’s “Jumpin Jehovah’s X-Massive Bonanza!

Rock-bottom prices for whatever ya git yer hands on! 

There’s the Ever Evolving Electronic Squares,

them Bright Shiny Circles come cheaper in pairs.

We got Mistletoe rugs fer kissing sum ass,

about a million Little Cheapos, come already in the trash.

Our Flashy Noise Popper’s a big seller so far

but the winner, as always,

The Johnny Jinglestep Pocket Bar!

Paper or plastic, to pay or for bags,

don’t forget gift-receipts and removing price tags.

Now, always remember, keep it fresh in your mind,

you have to stampede, YYYEEEEHHHAAAWWW!!!

or prices will rise! 

Pay no mind to:

fingers, small children, ominous strangers or emergency phones.

Check all “Communi T.V.” lists twice for new “Sanityze Zones”.

Now listen up folks, your attention please…

…no, over here…

For the first time anywhere, legalized this year,

made famous by headlines, due to popular demand…

last item homicides are encouraged,

and!

there will be a band.

All weapons will be checked…

for defects at the door.

Creative kills win points,

points discount items more.

Televised world wide, 24/7, Pay-2-View,

watch from home,  home office, or all Fallen Church pews.

Aluminum foiled Rabbet ears or true-balls HD,

black & white, color projection or LCD.

This television broadcast does not discriminate.

Oh! And a friendly reminder, the raffle drawing’s at 8!

Tickets can be found absolutely anywhere you could be.

Non-participation is unacceptable,

punishment - dealt out swiftly.

Though official state curfew extended ‘til 12,

Still not recommended: Quad 4 in New Hell.

Your friendly “Social Eyes” will be out in full force.

Fully armed, fully fueled, fully prepared for the worst…

standards

for your “Eyes” can be read on The Wall,

General Lee warns strongly to not read it all.

If you find yourself placed in a “Social Interaction”,

please lie on the ground, await further instruction.

Injury and life-loss are common complaints,

though, no need to worry, “Social Eyes” learn from mistakes.

Anything not covered, you’ll surely find out.

Best not be in the open when the shop clocks run out.

All stipulated rules are subject to change

without prior notification or attempts to explain.

Everyone is in play, no boundaries save one,

cross through the white gates, your holiday is done.

And with that, the horn screamed from all wall mounted speakers.

My rag covered smile running sideways from ether.

Spilled out to the tunnels with our GI red sacks

“Ho-Ho mother fuckers…X-Mass is back!”

Lonely River

I wrote this one at a bit of a low point.  I felt I had no one to talk to.  Like I had been forsaken, even by god.  With no one left, I wrote the song to my only friends around....words.    I begin each verse with the word I'm addressing but I feel in the end it is just a prayer.

Forever,

Seems we’ve been here all along

I know you’ve been runnin’

beside me all these years

Now I’ve fallen

and you know how hard

I can be

but it’s left me here bleedin’

set me on my knees

Forgiveness,

when are you comin’ back to me

I gave you away freely

never to return

I’ve been dancin’ with sorrow

but I know there ain’t nothin’ she can do

On the banks of this river

I’m waiting for you

Caught in the fire and rain

am I keepin’ or quenchin’ this pain

I feel so

so alone  

Always been a penitent man

God help me

understand

Am I lyin’

Show me sign

Promise,

sing me a sweet lullaby

A tale of a new day

as darkness fills my eyes

I’ve been runnin’ from shadow

and you know just how cold

he can be

But if you keep me dreamin’

I know I am free

Tomorrow,

oh you’ve been comin’ for 

too long

See we’ve been fightin’

praying for the dawn

Oh, but I’ve seen you hidin’

 behind that smile in the night

Led me to this river

set me on my knees

Take me Lonely River

Take me back to Sea.

Coffee Please

I've been workin' on the railroad, all the live long day!...I've been......huh....you know, actually...I've been working at a computer...for all of...3 hours!!???  Oh god please grant me a blessing in the form of a steam locomotive, bursting through the walls and washing over these fluorescent halls like a sea of serenity that carries the carrion far away from copied facsimiles of repeated dictations, regurgitated gesticulations, mental prostration and alliterate assholes bored full bore, singing, "blah blah blah blah, shut the front door."

Unsung Zero

So this is quite possibly the cheesiest song I've ever written...well cheesiest one I have ever completed and shared but hey, sometimes life gets cheesy.  As was proven by my carpet this weekend...don't ask...or do.  Enjoy!  Also, I promise to not post a song next time.

We're no Criminals.

This consequence don't fit the crime.

We were blind to it.

Shone so bright, only we couldn't see

the wake of our revelry.

And

so it goes.

It's the kind of thing some sing about.

Who the hell goes and lives it out?

And the story's old,

you only get so far 'til the zero's been swept out to sea

in the snares of a tragedy.  So

tell me love,

teach me of,

make me up

a world where we won't make perfect sense

somewhere I won't remember this.

You ran to me.

Held so tight

it's hard for me to believe

that isn't how it's gonna be

but given it,

these days once more

I'd play them all in a line,

stop here and hit rewind.

And

so it goes...

It's the kind of thing most dream about,

write it down so you get it out.

Oh, the story's old.
Hey, I know

when the zero has his final scene.

Shot down from the mezzanine.

So tell me love,

teach me of,

wake me up,

I'm in your arms,

still wrapped in your memory,

baby could you finish this one for me?

So it goes...

It's the kind of thing I can't think about,

for the fear that I'll let it out.

And the story's old,
you only get so far

'til the zero's made his final plea

but I know that you'll remember me.

So tell me love,

teach me of,

you're gonna have to wake me up

'cause I'm in your arms,

still wrapped in your memory

you're gonna have to finish this one for me....