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Crawling on a neon leaf, Amid the rain Soaking the green and the trees; On planet Earth And in that core of the black masses, Lies a blue pearl that holds all of eternal life With all that lasts From this life to the next. Horror, Horror, Horror From the next morning until the …
What is a poor sailor to do? When he hasn’t got you To see him through, As the waves crash against my orca blue? What is young man to think? When you’ve left him all alone on white tombstone brink? What indeed am I left to think, When you’ve left me with a just a …
Sitting in the backseat of an SUV. The air is cool but the ride is rough As we drive by the American flag With its edges torn. It waves triumphantly in the winter wind But it hasn’t got long. In the air there are walls of sand As we make our way to the black …
I'm walking through a land Where it always threatens to rain. Then I'll look down and all around, And it ends up just staying the same. Everybody talks about making a change, And I take a look in their eyes. Seems we've all seen enough, (With each other and our own selves) and we've tried …
I went to a place I never want to see again. I walked into a room where darkness was my only friend. I felt the cold, like it was stealing life from my skin. But worst of all I couldn’t see a visible end. I noticed the smell of burning fire. I thought I felt …
I am a crazed and old crow, Lost without reason. I am a battered old tyrant. It all could’ve been so easy. White pearl necklace rests upon worn, wrinkled skin. I sit alone, without purpose just drenched in sin. In my velvet chair I sit gazing into my reflection; Alone and unsure, still suspecting insurrection. …
By Michael Quinn I am sailing now on a fast approaching neon-lit ship And there is no telling how hard it’s gonna hit. All one can do is let the wind fly through their hair And breathe in the crystal blue oceans and the velvet air. Come with me Fly with me Take my hand …
Verse 1: Kangaroo Silver bluff with despair Juvi jumps the canyon but is stuck in midair He asks “How did I get from here to there?” Startin’ get those who crawl to care. Chorus: Well Jonas he can walk down patched roads of blue Yes he passes both light and lines, all open avenues. Though …
Down in the pits of swamp fever There is a woman there that I know She walks her beat, while people marvel at her feet She walks down the street, and the fellas they all go Hey Cassie King, we have never seen A stare so mean and a body so lean Hey Cassie King, …
I feel as though you are an angel,And I am a ghost.You are a pleasant dream that hides behind a bush,And I am a creature lost in eternal dry-spun hope.I am like a goblin,A goblin caught in his own fire.I come out yet again,With a grin that your beauty inspires.We’ve been on this merry-go-round since …
I could sing songs of joy, but what is the point?Enough people suffer to make proclamations seem crude.I have no desire to sings of young love and romance.The only happiness that interests me Is that which is found in a warm mealOr in a hard drink or bottle of beer.The last remaining medicine for the …
I sit at the cafe with my legs crossed like a cool catI’m chasing something far and awayIt’s mystery, unattainableBut I must have itMy words are elementaryI’m like some infantHaven’t learned to walkEvery effort seeming futileI wish to break free from the confines of orthodoxyBreak free from concerns of passing time and trivial rhymeIf I …
On the broken boulevard stands the impersonatorTrying to score a buck,Could be down on his luck,Invoking The King--The Memphis Country BoyWho turned from heartland heroTo Vegas Sideshow,Who walked along angels of the American highways Standing up to the coaxing sunChasing glory and some old-fashioned fun,Letting the sun grace his skin and the wind fly through …
Standing on a hill of greenAnd I stand alone.No people No Trees,No Rivers, LakesNo clouds in the sky.I am a nowhere manFor today.I am not sure how to feelOr what I am supposed to thinkAbout the dayThe nightsThe coming weeks and monthsThought I would stand steadyBut I thought I saw Feeling arrive over the distant …
Look into my eyes oh young deceiver.Jump into my dream now and I'll make you a believer.Open your mind and stare down into your falling, sinking well.Be wary of your ground, for you wear your soul on your lapel.Are you the sacred master of the hopeless and internally obscene?You, the golden calf, for those who …
For the record, I ought to point out that Jude is a lovely man who, to my knowledge, has committed no crimes or anything to feel this degree of apparent self-loathing. Then again, not all songs are necessarily about the songwriter. HahahaSinner's LamentJude RawlingI look to my leftI look to my rightTryin' to embrace the …
I sat at the old porchOf a childhood friendWhere sitting on a lawnchairWas dear ol' Jimmy Brown.He smiled wide and staredAnd I danced a jig on the ground.I happened to be wearing a blanketOf blue velvetFor no particular reason,Which gave me the appearanceOf some sort of sultan or emperor.And everybody adored (me).
There is fire burning within.I thought how wonderful it was to last so long.Never has it grown thin,Just given birth to soft melodies and epic song.I see the mountainAnd I will sing across hundreds more.I will fly across the seasAnd explore the high pillars of BabylonBefore I have to arrive here once moreAnd meet, once …
There is a presence in the airThat whispers to us all.There is something calling to us all.There may yet be daylight before nightfall.And yet all who walk alongBeneath the beckoning skyPay no attention really.They listen, they blink. They move on and the message sinks.There ain't much left that's really dearExcept all they've been told to …
There is a fury of rain and thunderCrashing outside the windowAs the sounds of jazz playIn the smooth aura of our room.Outside lie nature's fierce displayOf violence and mystery;And it eases with the waves of saxophones andSoft drum beats in a soft,Sexual tide that envelop us all in raw ecstasy.This storm frightens no one,Not one …
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