The Gallery
Your life hung up in a gallery,
Poised in a wooden frame,
The sequences of happenings,
Set firmly in their place.
Your days hung up in a metaphor,
Your thoughts carved out of stone,
You call yourself da vinci, but,
Your talent isn’t known.
And we all feel like painters,
Just brushing out figures in gray,
And our ideas brand us,
We’re filling up canvas,
And drying out the paint.
You had watchful eyes for everyone,
But who takes care of you?
Your face was crooked in that photograph,
I had to take while you were looking away,
It’s just another snapshot,
You seem as sure as I’m not,
We’re not getting carried away.
But your soul it doesn’t run,
But the colours have begun...
And we all feel like painters,
Just brushing out figures in gray,
And our ideas brand us,
We’re filling up canvas,
And drying out the paint.
Oceans
Over-trodden, listless through the bone
Have you taken my oceans away?
Twenty miles out, can’t see the shore
And the dolphins, though smart, they can’t pray
I’ve been twenty years alive ...And my oceans won’t survive at this rate
Overtired, wishlist growing longer
You’ve been breaking my heart over again
Twenty miles out with no direction
So they can sin me all apart, smart as I’ve been
I’ve been twenty years alive...Can I do more than just survive at this rate?
Over-trodden, listless through the bone
Have you taken my oceans away?
Never let me swim across the water
I was never scared to dive, I was never scared to dive anyways
I was never scared to dive, I was never scared to die anyways
EmmaWho
You can’t even cry anymore,
‘Cause all the pedals just blew up in your eyes.
Maybe water a rose in the sore
And make believe that there’s a reason to rise.
The situation it calls for a care
And yet you’ve buried them with stones ‘neath the stair.
Well how hard can it be, to be fair.
After all, lies and coffee start your day.
CHORUS:
Reach me by appointment only
And there’re some days when I’m out.
But there’s bound to come times
I’ll come looking for you
When the bottles all but empty,
I convince myself to make a run on the night
It’s what I do for people like you…EmmaWho.
The thick brim glasses you wear
Indicate your insecurities with issues like love.
Let’s talk about where you get these ideas
You don’t believe in when push comes to shove.
(Tell me what do you see)
That’s good, good good to see we’re making progress.
(Very interesting)
I feel as if we’re tapping into something deep
CHORUS:
{Yours is a special kind of voodoo….EmmaWho}
BRIDGE:
Now how do we meet back in the middle?
After a year smearing the surface.
Recreating the maps from our memories,
Dying to try out our instincts
Like we never ever have
And it makes me think,
But it really makes me laugh.
You overflow with the will to do good
But all these demon seeds you’ve sewn reap what would
Become bountiful buds that break off
To form the bulk of what you call understood.
The Red Line
Please, oh, please don't get me started
don't tell me how im regarded
flippin' heads, chasing tails, idiot, ask what your part is
heard dominoes in stereo, swear to god, can't find where your heart is
no crossing the red line
dont stay up past your bed time
stars, dots, scars, circles and sirens
if thats my plane
who are these pilots?
one more pill to swallow down
even still, you keep causing riots
all these plans to carry out
on none of them am i relying
im crossing the red line
ill stay up past my bed time
im crossing the red line
nothing is fine
everyones an actor
struggling for his lines
the greatest common factor
is cutting like the killing kind
i wont start this over
caught up in time to time
i lean on a shoulder
leveling out my lie
please oh please dont get me started
dont tell me i dont know where my heart is
Bringing Home the Blues
Im bringing home the blues in my best disguise
no one questions me when i draw from some book of lies
i left myself for hours driving down some road
cant explain my powers to my father on the phone
and then he asks me "son, are you manic or depressed?"
i said "i just sing a lot, more often than the rest"
And Im bringing home the blues
a tall white orchid and a bottle of juice
And Im bringing home the blues
you talk to much, yeah, your mouth is loose
And im bringing home the blues
no one took a picture, in the alley, of you
and im bringing home the blues
and if its some short song
i cant believe that it was all bad news
The Stars Always Add Up to Nothing
A book you might have read
So I've been, so I've been
The words I should have said
So you knew, so you knew what I meant
Now your hanging up a paper moon
Got cut up on the sun, and it's setting me soon
And Im hanging up stars now I just can't seem to find the room
You composed a broken remedy
With a counterfeit conscience, you wore on your sleeve
Now I have to keep quiet, or they wont let me leave
If I told you a nightmare was coming
would you still close your eyes and get carried away?
Cause the stars always add up to nothing
And the sun only wants you to play
When I knew that a nightmare was coming
Yeah I still closed my eyes and got carried away
And the stars always add up to nothing
but somehow they still get in the way
So they tied you to a blue balloon,
Told you not to press buttons you found in a room
But you're winning a prize
and you think you'll be getting it soon
Walking down a hallway like a street
Meeting strangers who's answers are never complete
and I guess that its christmas
because I cant sleep
If I told you a nightmare was coming
would you still close your eyes and get carried away?
Cause the stars always add up to nothing
And the sun only wants you to play
When I knew that a nightmare was coming
Yeah I still closed my eyes and got carried away
And the stars always add up to nothing
but somehow they still get in the way
Yeah I told you again you got carried away
Yeah I told you again you got carried away
Yea I told you again you got carried away, told you again you got carried away
(Yeah the stars always add up to nothing, yeah the stars always add up to nothing)
Hibernate
Guess ill hibernate
sleep tonight through tomorrow
in the evening when i wake
time to celebrate
light a candle, tip the bottle
and become that empty space
cant trust my mind,
when ive lost it but a couple times
cant trust my mind
when ive lost it but a couple times
Guess ill hibernate,
burn the lights, kill the spiders,
that keep dropping from my ceiling
I tried to erase
one more evening one more evening with a liquid cure
strapped firmly to my face
cant trust my mind,
when ive lost it but a couple times
cant trust my mind
when ive lost it but a couple times
so im leaving you
ive been begging you to take your meds
unpredictable,
in this hospital ill get some rest
so im leaving you
ive been begging you to take your meds
unforgivable
in this hospital ill get some rest
cant trust my mind,
when ive lost it but a couple times
cant trust my mind
when ive lost it but a couple times
cant trust my mind,
when ive lost it but a couple times
cant trust my mind
when ive lost it but a couple times
Bullet Proof in Satin Sheets
once again ive lost control
ever since the story broke
like pages turn, in twisted lines
i wrote the book on borrowed time
im fine
never want to see me, is it relatively easy getting on?
never seem to miss the way the sunlight broke the silence of the dawn
half a cigarette thats left to burn
ashes left of what we were
heavy weighs a heart that bleeds
you're bullet-proof in satin sheets
yeaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaa aaaa aaaa
never wanna see me, is it relatively easy getting on?
never seem to miss the way the sunlight broke the silence of the dawn
here again, beside myself.
here again, beside myself.
I've Managed
I'm the one who made you
I'm the one who set you free
I'm the one who saved you
You owe all you are to me
But now you've managed to get on the other side just like I wanted to
At least I heard it was true
We could've been immortal,
Pickpocket lives from the side of the golden road
Worn with pride of war-torn souls
And all forever'd be retired prose from days grown old
But now I'm sure you got up on the other side like I sure wanted to
And I can't wait to collide with you
I hate to say it but I really do…
You can't afford it, can't afford to leave without me
You can't afford it, can't afford to leave me baby
You can't afford it, can't afford to leave without me
You can't afford it
SOLO
But now I'm sure you got up on the other side like hell I wanted to….
Not everyone's like you
Tell me a story from when we were human
Dealing in dreamings' part time to pretend
We'd watch our rulers ruin all that was sacred
Picked up and shoved off,
Raised hell like nothing
Still not convinced of Intrinsic good though
Watch how we work with what has withstood
If it sounds evil, know that it isn't
I willed it happen. She made the indent.
Checkerboard Lies
I have seen the reprise
of the checkerboard lies.
And I've frankly grown ill
of the things you'll deny.
When you pack to distract
with a feather spine back
When a hungrier wolf
Has been eating the pack
Oh prince your demands
are set too high
Oh prince reprimands
commend my lies
Oh prince your demands
are set too high
I have seen the reprise
Of the checkerboard lies
Sleeping Safe and Sound
I'm scared of them
I'm scared of all the monsters come to steal me away
for things I say
I'm scared of you
You've always been the reason I act like I do
Now I don't sleep like I used to
CHORUS
Well I don't wanna talk about it
Leave me Be
Leave me be
And I'll soon forget about it
Drift away fast asleep in a world of my own
I'll take you in, I'll take you home
And then we'll raid the soft parade
Go out for tea and still get paid
Gotta wonder
I gotta wonder what they did with me and mine
While I was under
Suppose it doesn't matter
Don't need another sign to show me it's all over
Now just kindly gain composure
CHORUS
BRIDGE TO NOWHERE
So much for simple bubblegum
I guess my paranoid side won
He wants to turn me back to dust
Says that he's allergic to us
But lay your arms down
He's got time to come around
And if he doesn't we'll still sleep safe & Sound...
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