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Here you'll find all the lyrics to Pocket Vinyl's full albums.  If you're looking for lyrics for songs from EP's, MP's, or singles, write us an email and complain and we may decide to put them up. 

Scroll down to find lyrics from the albums "Protagonist", "Monsters Talking", "Death Anxiety", and "Tin".

 

Tin Lyrics

Run

The clothes you saved, almost threw away

Plus the shirts I gave, a blanket you made

When the winter hits, we'll wrap up in it

To elude the wind, and be close within

Stirring up the fire, sitting by my side

To give it a shine, nearly makes us blind

Then that face occurs, it's a subtle blur

When I look at her, in a warm mirror

 

I want this song to be a picture of the two of us

No matter how we change throughout the years it's always accurate

 

All the lights are off, all the power is gone

Reach your hands out long, and you'll find my arm

Dissipate the fear, the sun disappears

It's just us here, dark and clear

The doubt that's born, the faith you mourn

When your heart is torn, by an unknown thorn

I don't understand, may never understand

But I have a hand

 

I want this song to be a picture of the two of us

Regardless of the lyrics the music is always accurate

 

And that face you make, when excitement takes

Over your brain, it's a contagious thing

 

 

Crest

The flowers on your brain still glow

Interpreting all of the jokes as a new window

Moving on from a refuge camp

You have a letter addressed to your family but no quarter for the stamp

 

No one is choosing sides

During a split like this everyone is childish at times

Assuming is unwise

A heart is a heart and they're all casualties risking crimes

 

Because it ended doesn't mean that it failed

What else can I do for you save share an ale?

 

When you hit the crest overlooking the west

Please take my best, and a rest

 

 

 

Optimist

Please call me an optimist, maybe it's a self-illusion

But I find it helpful to have a healthy sense of self-delusion

 

Everyone believes in something

Everyone believes in something good

 

Yes I have been thinking straight

Yes I have been drinking alcohol

Listening” is not the right word

But I think maybe I've heard a call

 

I agree that justice seems to

Be conflicting against mercy

But I disagree that they could

Never live together peacefully

 

Even though it's been refuted

Proof still seems a little out of reach

Though I would prefer an answer

It still feels like something you can't teach

 

 

 

Cure

Strangely, I feel a real fear of avoiding my demise

Not that I want to go, but something makes me cringe at staying around too long

 

Do we really need a cure for death?

Do I really want a cure for death?

What if I don't get to go to whatever is after this?

 

Can everything I try to be exist on a hard drive for countless centuries?

What about after that? And then after that? And after that?

 

Where do I exist in me? In the brain or the heart or some organ that is here so subtly?

Nothing more than an equation? Just numbers and a sum that say everything?

 

 

 

 

Romanticize

The first chord I played is now there in the past

When I play it again, it leaves us just as fast

 

I still look back, I still look back, I still romanticize

When I was younger, when I was younger,

Before I realized

 

I have friends I don't speak to much anymore

I never thought we'd lose that connection from before

I wanna blame some fight we had, some just causation

But in all likelihood, it's just our new location

 

I still look back, I still look back, I still romanticize

When I was younger, when I was younger,

Before I realized

I still look back, I still look back, I still romanticize

When I was younger, when I was younger,

And had rose-colored eyes

 

I feel angry when trees continue to grow

After death comes by to take someone I know

The first thought I had when Tyler Berntsen passed

If how 18 years goes too slow and too fast

 

I still look back, I still look back, I still romanticize

When I was younger, when I was younger,

Before I realized

I still look back, I still look back, I still look back a lot

At all the times and all the friends who made me what I'm not

 

 

 

Set

You asked me why I haven't left you yet

The way I see you is quite different

Though I say I follow many things

Look what I've done, my beliefs are my actions

 

My hardened heart, I grow it often myself

My tired parts, I grow them often myself

 

I hear a noise, some ethereal, absent voice

I don't know who it belongs to

You understand, but nothing penetrates

The barriers of your emotional state

 

My scattered heart, I grow it often myself

My shaking parts, I grow them often myself

 

You asked me why I haven't left you yet

Don't you see? We are a set

 

My blooming heart, I grow it often myself

My gracious parts, I grow them often myself

 

 

 

Sink

I saw the inside, I saw it get made

Water into wine, lightning into shade

Kneeling on the floor, elbows on the bed

Trying to connect, hoping to get fed

 

I'm alone but never by myself

I'm with God when it's with someone else

I still pray but I can never tell, if it works

 

Religion that you found, a deity so cruel

The god you speak about, I don't believe in him too

You're fighting so long you forgot, the meaning of why you first fired

The length of the war doesn't mean, you can't still surrender

You can still surrender

 

I'm alone but never by myself

I'm with God when it's with someone else

I still pray but I can never tell, if it works

I'm alone but never by myself

I'm with God when it's with someone else

I still pray but it's a private hell not hearing back

 

 

 

Tomorrow

Goodbye, your world might not be here tomorrow

 

I can see the allure of when death looks like a door

And the best choice seems to walk through it's frame

Selfishness has nothing to do with it when you're sick

 

Goodbye, your world might not be here tomorrow

 

Did Robin Williams decide that he didn't like his life?

But that's weird I'm told money and fame make it great

On the dim bright side, perhaps his death will provide

A conversation that keeps others from his fate

And we can breed the help that they need

 

Goodbye, your world might not be here tomorrow

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Death Anxiety Lyrics

Don't

Sing if you wanna sing, I don't

Praise if you wanna praise, I won't

See if you wanna see I'll try

It's hard to see with a blind mind's eye

Never you mind cause I always give up

I was inclined but it's never,

no it's never enough

 

Speak if you wanna speak I don't

It puts a number on every soul

Never you mind cause I always gave up

I was inclined but it's never,

no it's never enough

 

And though you say what you mean

I find your criticism, the opposite of wisdom

And though you say what you need

I'm sure it isn't a thing, more like a light than a being

The feeling is quite alone, like God hung up the phone

 

I'm glad you're doing a good thing

But the backlash must be frustrating

Never you mind cause whatever is done

Is always met with opposition

 

If you're only here for a little while

You can just drop off that paranoid smile

When you bleed, please don't bleed next to me

I've got a problem with the way these things are seen

I've been self-described as a tiny man with a tiny life

But the little things get smaller and smaller every year

Yes, the little things get smaller and smaller every year

 

Sing if you wanna sing, oh well

Do you think I'm going to Hell?

Never you mind cause whatever is done

Is always met with opposition

 

You've been self-described as the ones who finally got my doctrine right

But the little things get more and more important every year

Yes the little things get more and more important every year

 

 

 

 

Death Anxiety

If I don't drink I don't trust you

If I don't think I don't mean to

If I don't lie I'm not living

If I don't die you're forgiving

If I don't see it then I'm sorry

When asked if I knew I said "Hardly."

We all have differing opinions

Yet we all think we have the right ones

 

I still convince myself that I will never die

Like I lead some extra special life

As if the billions who've gone before me don't count

With such high amounts I still have my doubts

 

I don't think I was made for children

But how will I know unless I raise one

I found I cannot make a baby

Is it better than way?  Maybe.

 

I saw my grandmother during her open wake

They put so much make up on her face

As I stepped closer towards the woman that I knew

Her life shined through, she was dead yet made anew

 

I know I see Him when it's scary

I know I see Him when I'm happy

I know I see Him when I'm angry

But it could just be my death anxiety

 

I still convince myself that I will never die

Like I'm on some never-ending ride

As if the billions who've gone before me don't count

With such high amounts

I know how that sounds

 

 

An Hour Ago

The police held him back with force

Couldn't calm himself down to believe

Tried to scream while drowned in tears

Never felt more alive than within this grief

 

I saw you an hour ago

And now your body has left your soul

The bullets stained those tiny clothes

They didn't know

I saw you an hour ago

And now your school is fully closed

The least comforting thing is

You're not alone

 

She said goodbye but she had no though

That that goodbye would be the last he got

Standing now, asking to wake up

Overwhelmed that she can feel this much

 

We watched the news it seemed so absurd

Half the room had had their mouths covered

We couldn't work, couldn't think or move

What possessed that man?  What did he have to prove?

 

 

Potential (Jutting)

One time I fought off a murderous thought

About someone I knew

Have you had the same or am I insane?

 

Is it called sin, that struggle within,

The burden of free choice?

The way I behave, and the things I crave

 

I don't struggle to see potential black evil

In my heart

A murderer's speech is within my reach

 

Yes there is good, yes there is love

And I try to let it lead

I feel Evil's pull, not sure if it's equal

 

Oh don't you hate, this horrible fate

About how we can't always do good?

Well it annoys me, that break in the psyche

 

Why don't I stop?  Why don't I give up?

Why don't I collapse in hate?

I fail all the time, yet I yearn to keep trying

 

 

Key to Success

Look at you there standing fine in your new dress

How am I the man that you want to impress?

Oh, I don't think your face was built to frown

 

Using my last days to tie up the loose ends

I'd rather use my death as a form of revenge

Oh, oh, if I died now they would be so sorry

For the ways they've emotionally scarred me

 

It's a mouthful, it's a mouthful, it's a mouthful

And for the first time I am feeling double

Though I'm faking the crime, oh it kills my sense of time

The leader told me that the key to success is to be patient

(The leader told me that the key to success is to be brutal)

(The leader told me that the key to success is to be unflinchingly evil)

 

Never mind the crap that you get from a distance

I'm slow to speak but quick to defend her

"I don't think I should be here...I'm not that pretty"

She said as we entered Johnson City

 

And I learned the key to failure:

"Trying to please everyone"

 

 

 

Sick Sick Sick

I'm sick sick sick of waiting so long

I'm sick sick sick of waiting so long

I'm sick sick sick of waiting this long

 

I'm sick sick sick of thinking about the time

I'm sick sick sick of waiting in line

I'm sick sick sick of feeling fine

 

I'm sick sick sick of the pondering

I'm sick sick sick of the pretty things

I'm sick sick sick of not living

 

I'm sick sick sick of the avoiding

I'm sick sick sick of the ignoring

I'm sick sick of my attention not paying

 

I'm sick sick sick of all my queries

I'm sick sick sick of the mysteries

I'm sick sick of my curiosity

 

I'm sick sick of thinking about my death

I'm sick sick sick of wasting my breath

I'm sick sick of worrying about Beth

 

 

Salem Witch Trials

(no lyrics, just think about the trials as you listen)

 

 

The Buttercup (Little Tea Leaf)

She is my little buttercup

And I know she won't give me up

I know I have low self-esteem

But I'm confident in her it seems oh yes

She's my buttercup

 

She is my little tea leaf

And I'm water for her to steep

Though we have our faults and kinks

We sure to make a damn fine drink oh yes

She's my buttercup

She's my tea leaf

She's my buttercup

 

 

 

 

35 Years

What about your brothers?

What about the war?

What about your biggest fans?

They're making me bored

When is the storm gonna hit,

To knock them all down?

I'm getting anxious to die

Or get out of town

 

Why can't you see?

It's you it's not me

I can't go on with you

And one day when I reach 35 years

I'm driving my pick up straight to LA

I can't go on living, knowing I'm tied down with you

No, not for a day

 

What about the others?

What about my friends?

What if I/they hold their/my hand

When comes the end?

What about the promise

About if you die

That I wouldn't follow you?

I hope I don't lie

 

Why can't you see?

It's all crushing me

I can't go on without you

And one day when I reach 35 years

I'm driving my pick up straight to a place

Surrounded by fields where the sun can turn all the clouds pink

Oh, perhaps we'll stay

 

 

Heaven, Hell, or Nihilism

My worries attach to me like a tick

They're a wound in my mouth I can't help but lick

No days are added onto my life

When I consider all the things that bring my strife

Or ponder the ways death could take my wife any minute

I feel so knee deep in it

 

I once drew you in a loving picture

Panicked, I erased but the lines got thicker

I threw it away in the trash last fall

And in the spring it was somehow glued on my wall

And no fire, gun, sword, catapult, or dagger, or spear

Could ever get that thing out of here

 

When I step outside I am greeted by

A certain shade of green that tells me it's alright

When it belts that everything is fleeting

The collective sound of the cows all eating

The grass tells me that we'll be defeating our foes

And I'll make the first blow

 

When I die, I don't know what's gonna come

Heaven, Hell, or Nihilism

But I hope those who have gone before us

Were greeted with a gigantic loving chorus

That sings about how we won the war on apathy

And every single word is known upon their entry

And they'll be a phrase for this brand new things

Where you can simultaneously laugh and sing

And there'll be a light that makes the vision so crystal clear

And we'll forget the definition of fear

 

 

Foggy Mess

Monday I'd rejoice in the glow of Christ

Tuesday I'd proclaim that it was all lies

Then right back to my religious self

I was sure of nothing and wanted help

I first heard that doubt like an annoying bell

I believed because I was scared of Hell

Yeah I had no depth of commitment

Followed Christ to avoid the punishment

So I changed my veil, I had a spiritual schism

Dabbled in the church of atheism

Tried to rid myself of all that I could

From the Sunday school lessons of my childhood

But something I noticed internally

Like I didn't believe in God but God believe in me

Was this a feeling from the divine

Or something I made up in my mind?

 

I've got a grief that resists but catches me

I've got a grief that resists but catches me

I try to flee yet it chases happily

I've got a grief that resists but catches me

 

Don't you find it so frustrating

That you can really make the Bible say anything?

You can do what you want if you quote the right verse

From making fun of someone to putting them in a Hearse

I'm not saying that the book contains no truth

But we need to realize that we pick and choose

To fit God into our personal box

Maybe the point of it all is the paradox

It wasn't the Lord that disgusted me

It was my fellow followers hypocracy

And I say that knowing 100%

I'm referring to myself as well as them

Cause I'll quickly bark out rules and laws

Forgetting I can't listen with my moving jaw

And the Bible states it quite clearly

That those who thought that way are called "Pharisees"

 

Now I'm not sure of the title I hold

I'd rather not have one if I can be so bold

The one thing I feel I can sink my teeth

Into is a love that forgives my enemies

And I know I'll fail with the bar so high

But something inside me compels me to try

You may call me a heretic

You can't spell that word without "eric"

Admittedly I'm scared, skiddish like a vapor

To put these thoughts down onto this paper

What if I'm disowned by my family

When I claim that "if there's a Hell, it's probably empty"?

For some it's easy just to give it up

But I'll probably always drink right from that cup

It's a foggy mess still around my head

I'm sure I'll figure it out though when I'm dead

 

 

 

 

Only I Exist

My environment shapes the way I live

Saying only I exist

Words come from the south, words without a mouth

Saying only I exit

The roots of the trees, and the mountains breeze

They say only I exist

So I press the keys, and they sing and plead

They say only I exist

 

And my scenery is a screen in front of me

It says only I exist

If a god is above, then it's made of love

It says only I exist

 

The disappointed face is a cold cold place

Where I never want to live

Yet I turned away from the life you gave

Saying please no I insist

Then the righteous path never called me back

I said "no I don't exist"

And if hate grows bold, like darkness or the cold

It is only the absence

 

I fear that everything I hope for

Is just my ego's desires

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Monsters Talking lyrics

 

Quiet Epiphany

We birthed a strong and distinct fume

My hands they feel as big as this room

We've never viewed the entire scene

And yet you claim to have clarity

 

If only your eyes could barely breath

You'd be whispering a quiet epiphany

 

The songs you sang in every bar

Relationships that don't go very far

To save a life when you hate your own

Proves that good comes from your soul

 

If only your mouth could truly see

You'd be whispering a quiet epiphany

 

The times you seem to hurt the most

Don't blame on a gracious host

You spoiled child, were you spared the rod?

Love is patient, Love is God

 

If only your heart could truly be

You'd be whispering a quiet epiphany

 

You all have told me love is cruel

It's those words that make you a fool

Your words, your lies, all a marketing shtick

You don't think with your head, you think with your dick

 

If only your eyes could barely breath

You'd be whispering a quiet epiphany

If only your heart could barely see

You'd be whispering a quiet epiphany

 

I Am Not Japan

The window is etching back, making ugly sounds

The keys in my saddle bags are moving around

The doors are all locked from above

And they won't let me see the face of who I'm thinking of

 

The food's not the best here, no I don't find it kind

I've got the wrong ears, and the wrong eyes

The reason I want to believe

Is I saw so much of something that I didn't know I'd love to see

 

Have you always been this soft,

Where you cannot help but love?

Call it a rift or some spiritual gift

You cannot but turn your heart off

 

I walk 20 minutes to my little room

Violins of the crickets, they're starting to tune

It's night time now when I get home

But the morning light are peaking through your window

 

The moments are slower I can see your life in bullet time

The faster your hand can touch all of the grooves in my spine

 

I am not two men

I am not Japan

 

The moments are slower I can see your life in bullet time

The faster your hand can touch all of the grooves in my spine

Your sking is so soft and so smooth in comparison to mine

Just lift up your hands if you're indeed giving me the sign

 

Saloon Song

A worn out piano in a shallow gutter

A melody that swears it's your mother

A touch that makes your stomach flutter

or was that just the road?

 

A spiral climbs up the side of it's back

Wraps around a corner and picks up the slack

I follow my fingers up the make shift track

And pound them once they get down low

 

And I feel sorry for you if you're piano has never been out of tune

 

Oh and it's a common, common place

But that's a game I do not play

And this curved shape has furled my face

Just strap the top on and let my mind slip away

 

Shave the skin off all of his new habits

Heal the scars with a lipless kiss

I sold my strings for fire

I cut my wings with plyers

 

And I feel sorry for you in your piano has never been out of tune

 

I Once Kissed A Woman Simply For Her Lips

I once kissed a woman simply for her lips

And not because love between us exists

After the thought I felt empty inside

I knew my kiss, it was a lie

 

I left her side later that night

And looked out a window to a dim street light

It flickered and whispered advice so strong

Said "If you don't love her, what you did was wrong"

 

Sometimes I get angry at my own desires

They screw with my thoughts, makes me sick and tired

The battles come fast and I've frequently lost

I'm a good man, but I still have those thoughts

 

I have the temptation to be much more loose

To throw caution away and indulge in my youth

Until I become numb to moralities song

Sometimes I wish sinning wasn't wrong

 

False idols are breathing down my neck

Just trying to see what they can get

 

A curious fortune that's way beyond price

A treasure that we have all bastardized

I apologize greatly for those I've made pissed

For those I've betrayed with a kiss

 

I now hold my kisses in such high regard

Because I know what it's like to kiss someone that hard

Where something inside us that once was trapped

Something much deeper is tapped

 

I'd rather not deal with something like my pride

Gets the best of me, and twists all my insides

And I swear and I curse and call God out by name

Like a coward I give him all the blame

 

False idols are breathing down my neck

Just trying to see what they can get

 

I once kissed a woman because she was there

Because I was selfish and her skin was fair

And in the long run it showed me teachings from above

That a kiss should mean more than just love

 

A Little Joke

Are you underwhelmed?  Perhaps there is something, something I'm missing

But I don't think that I endure as much as you claim

 

I don't think she is lying to my face

And her actions are a dead giveaway to how she thinks

It's an honest mistake and I'm sure it won't happen again

 

Do you understand?  I'm confused because your still clinking glasses

Beer spills on both sides of your mouth and on to your shirt

 

I can't tell, I can't read, I can't spell

I can't see if there's a scale used in design

It's an honest mistake and I'm sure it won't happen again

 

Tearing down the only fulcrum that connects our speaking routes

But a little joke about their faith is good for some devout

Selling crap for more than it's worth surely won't impress a king

But a little joke about our nature is another thing

 

My Brother's Time

The mountain peaks are sprinkled with bunkers

And they're dressed in a sunshine that's intrinsictly contemplating

All the clouds that block it from the Earth and if they're doing it purposefully

But my favorite weather has always been before it is storming

I don't think it's wise to live on my brother's time

 

We were involved in a social experiment

that didn't really warn us of all of the side affects

I had a swollen eyelid for about a week or two and you were coughing up blood for a day

The healing process took longer than what we were expecting

I don't think it's wise to live on my brother's time

 

You fell off a tree into the cushioned lap 

Of a man who was older than both of your sisters combined

And he asked you if the journey you were on was just a weak attempt to get your father's love

With a wink and a nod and a tip of the cap he was wearing

I don't think it's wise to live on my brother's time

 

The message I got at two in the morning

About your hermit life and the joy that you've been getting from it

Put a smile on my face so big I couldn't rest so I walked around my sleeping town

I put on some folk and felt wide awake in the early morning

I don't think it's wise to live on my brother's time

 

I Hear Colors

I listen to the colors run

I hear dyes rather than diction

Colors that drip right off this tune

That song is pink, this song is blue

 

In the notes, in the beats, in the piano seats

In the woods, in the brass, in the strings

In the notes, in the rides, in the blacks and the whites

In a rainbow of sound we sing

 

Foster Child

His hand in my palm, and her remains calm

I could crush it if I so willed

Have I turned my back on him?  Am I even part of the equation?

Does this concern me?

And I saw the fear in her face it was clear as the paranoid lift in my brow

But he needs a father and the real one won't bother to recognize that he needs help

 

What is my influence?  Is it more than his parents?

Oh God, let it be please

So many factors can make him a ruthless man

I hope her learns to forgive and is wise

 

And oh, the 6th child to be taken away from her

To see life devoid of her destructive behavior

And I can see the future if he stays up here

As if the candle's already been snuffed

 

Given the same life, I would snuff it out

Given the same life, I could snuff it out

Given the same life, I might snuff it out

Given the same life, I won't snuff it out

 

 

Sunday Best

I listened for the sunrise when you were blind

I listened for a shortcut when you were behind

I listened for an orchestra when you went deaf

I listened for faith when you had none left

 

I listened for the morning in her sunday best

I listened for a treasure deep within her chest

I listened to my piano at such a young age

I listened to my lover sing words from that stage

 

I listened for the scissors that cut up my arm

I listened for depression with all of it's charm

I listened for an outlet to help me coup

I listened for death but heard only hope

 

I listened for a smile when I heard you cry

I listened for answers when you asked why

I listened for a meal when you wanted to eat

I listened for more when you felt incomplete

 

 

 

 

Protagonist Lyrics

 

4 Legs Good, 2 Legs Better

Enter Manor Farm, the revolution alarm

Where you find Old Major dying

But his fervor's still shining

The creature commandments are set

The beasts of England soon forget

That they have much to gain

Extra rations of grain

 

The politics are starting, the fauna is being absurd

The animals are talking, and they don't like what the humans heard

 

The words change but they swear

The changes were always there

The conditions are sadder

While the pigs keep on getting fatter

Boxer is the loyal slave

Who's work is becoming depraved

He's the perfect martyr

Repeating "I will work harder!"

 

The filthy swine is jaded, being the trend setter

Telling everyone that "4 Legs Good, 2 Legs Better"

 

 

Savior Dream

Once I was a savior in the night

I challenged evil to a fight

Watching, there were masks on the sides

We all made the paper reunite

A group of children entered from the right

Circling around somebody's life

I woke from this dream as I cried

They were in the wrong hands this time

 

Forming below me, the sky wants to show me what they've missed

It can't deceive you but it sure does leave you wrapped in bliss

Though it's all frightening, existing with lightening, I clench my hands

I must pull the lever, the more lost the better, a reason to stand

 

Beaten

His body a mess, face down in the new mud

The hues on his face, well his lips drew a brown blood

The hold in his side, it was made by a shotgun

A broken right arm, all this harm to our brethren

He starts to rise to find help from someone, anyone

In the empty streets he cries out for the heavens

These screams are heard by a lonely old woman

Who takes him in and says "Please rest my son"

 

She bathed and fed that broken soul

She opened her heart like the boy had never known

For when he healed and left he thanked her so

She gave him love that he could take where he would go

 

Statistic

Blank, your face depicts a blank stare

And you show no emotion that I can read

And I'm trying to be realistic

But I feel like I'm some strange statistic

You keep on feeding them fodder

You keep on giving them dirt

 

Well if your lungs tell you no

And your hair says that it's grown a little long

Well I'm trying to confront the feeling

When my grave just looks so appealing

Many say that thought is morbid

They just need more time to think

 

By the time you call, by the time you write,

By the time I'm fed up with the glue in your mouth

I'll be sipping juice

I'm trying to find a good reason

Why I exited life for a season

Hopefully it's not expensive

Maybe it's one great big hoax

Frankly I don't understand it

We'll just all laugh at this joke

 

When I return, they'll be no flags waving

And no trumpets playing

Just the truth that I learned that their

Lives go on without me there

Makes no difference the 6 months that I shared

With actors, hacks, angels, and witches

They all have their separate quirks

Some of them may be demonic

Others are way beyond worth

 

Live alone, lived in solitude

Mistaken as rude by more than one

What I had, it was good for me

But you should have seen what I really was

 

Old Familiar Tune

Let's sing that old familiar tune

The one that makes us feel brand new

Let's sing it soft with dignity

Let's sing the one you sang for me

 

Oh no, there's a price sitting on my head

And my heart and my home

Oh my, there must be a better reason to die

Now that I am finding it hard to stay awake

 

Let's sing that old familiar tune

The one that keeps our voices true

We'll sing through wreckage and debris

Let's sing the one you sang for me

 

So new, so alive and so imbued

With the power of Christ

Oh please, don't rely on "probably"

I know you need to figure your head out

 

Let's sing that old familiar tune

The one that pierces our souls through

We'll sing through darkness and the light

We'll belt it out all through the night

 

There's a light war hanging right above the stairs

Gentleness and healing, the auras everywhere

Spirits float around us singing that same song

Hold my hand, we'll sing along

 

Resist.  Lions and lambs can coexist

And I miss the way the world looked then

If I leave, carry on this melody

Please receive it, like it was your child

 

Your child, your child 

 

 

Blessed Wisdom

Clouds are forming, it's still the morning

Layered mountains call

Emotions take us to the snowy crests then fall

 

The desert's honest, I made a promise

From where it meant the most

One from joy and passion, LOVE and fashion seeds

Planted in unstable dust

 

Can you trust my faith in what we've done?

My tongue is either silent or dead

And if our heads don't congeal into one

I'm afraid there's nothing more than should be said

 

Here, we're on top of us, a booming metropolis

Is felt by you and me

The lights are flickering by our bickering has to cease

 

It's confusing, whether I'm choosing

Or if God's hand does lead

All the right places where our faces come to meet

 

My faith is stronger, just listen to the song birds

With voices from on high

Throw away the bullets, I'll open my fist to gather yours

The clouds are slowly blowing by

 

Stand Point Theory

This is holy ground, we're causing it strife

The air is so clear, it cuts with my knife

A blue tint surrounds, contrasting my voice

I'm starting to choke, from all this noise

 

If the sun should rise, may it shine out the brighter

 

What's wrong with my hands?  They're colder than snow

The audience stands and waves as I go

You say you don't need me, I admit I was greedy

I got so offended when your hands extended

The lilacs were tasted, were those feelings wasted?

To hold and to heal are for others to feel

 

 

To All Those I've Grown Up With

Interpretations, our conversations

In a car at 3 AM

There's no place we haven't been

In the corners of this town

 

Here my friends I must confess

I'm a hypocrite and a mess

Both new and old, limp with me down the road

I would have given up on me long ago

 

About my friends, I'm not ashamed

They've blessed me and they've blessed me all the same

Time tends to separate but we'll never hike alone

And we know where we always have a home

 

Field Day

Into the yesterday, I smell the fresh cut grass

A scent that lingers but moves on too fast

I inhale all the fuzz running through the air

Cautiously, the footsteps lightly tread

Eggshells crack from the boots overhead

I notice you sideways, I notice you everywhere

 

The rest are holding a field day that they sent

Faith, Jealously, Love, Abandonment

Chairs at all the receptions are absent

In a place where your soul pays rent

All the contracts abiding, inviting

 

Pinching cheeks while the cross hair is split

He's got the bends as he tastes my spit

Rest assured it always comes together

With a bow tie and boots made of leather

 

Here I stand the clock reads "15 past"

Still taking in that fresh cut grass

Do I not care or am I learning to laugh?

So poised, passions ensue

A vinyl record spins another round for you

It astounds, the pounds, they're still so heavy