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ALL THE TIME people
cheat all the time just for the rich it ain't no crime the laws are on their side they own whoever they bribe... people steal
all the time it's as american as apple pie because once you've made it inside the rules no longer apply BR: we insist all
the time, pound our fists all the time shake things, and
break things, and rant all the time... people promise all
the time they'll look you right in the eye then tell you lie after lie there's no truth they won't deny... people
pray all the time hoping god will choose their side as if we're not all along for the ride i guess some folks just got to be right... people
follow all the time easily ceding their lives transfixed and out of their minds never stopping to wonder why...
DRIVING ALONE on a nameless
highway, just another car miles from nowhere as the night
time falls all the exit ramps are closed there's no reception on the radio... everyone's a stranger, every car it's own world moving,
moving for the sake of motion down a road that never ends only my thoughts compete with the silence...
BR: the hours last forever, the isolation only grows... only passing, never knowing never connecting,
a caravan of ghosts driving towards the sun night fades and is soon forgotten...
LIVE OUT LOUD life is
full of ins and outs, ups and downs it's enough to spin your
head around life is full of thoughts untold, being put on
hold of wondering what the hell is going on life is full of the dull and gray, of having nothing to say questioning every step we take along the way
life is full of fear and doubt, losing ground of wondering what it takes to live out loud...
FULLY INCOMPLETE we're
all of us two, we're all of us torn we're none of us whole,
but rather fragile and worn adrift on the wind from the day
we were born... we're all of us rain, we're all of us sun we're none of us all, we're all of us none
we're not who we were, nor who we will become...
THE ISM SONG pessimism,
optimism, everybody's got an ism hinduism, atheism, judaism,
voodooism, everybody's got an ism... sexism, cynicism, everybody's
got an ism despotism, nepotism, fatalism, nihilism, everybody's
got an ism... the darwinist and creationist, the cubist and
the realist believe they make all the pieces fit... racism, classism, everybody's got an ism
capitalism, communism, fascism, socialism, everybody's got an ism...
stoicism, egoism, everybody's got an ism this ism, that ism, my ism, your ism, everybody's got an ism... the liberal and conservative, immigrant and nativist believe
they see the world for what it is...
CANNABIS SOMNUM i've
been wondering of late, you see i've been thinking thinking
maybe i need more sleep it's not that i feel deprived, it's
more that i i just like to dream...
i've been bewildered, words and deeds don't seem to matter anymore
as far as i can tell should
i care? should i invest myself? and if i do nothing, is it
just as well? BR: think i'll smoke me some grass, and take
me some nap... i've bben watching way too much, too much
tv it's made a zombie out of me
merry melodies and loony tunes have become at least to me - reality... i've just arrived,
and yet i feel like i want to leave and that's no way, no
way to be i'm forgetful, all the little things just seem
to scatter then disappear all together...
OKAY BY ME it's okay
by me, yeah it's okay by me but is it okay by you?
IDENTITY BLUES mirrors
tell no lies, but i don't recognize you something in your
eyes seems familiar perhaps we've met...i forget... when reailty is in doubt, tell me how it all comes together and if it never makes much sense, tell me when does it get better i've become a stranger to myself... am i not who i used to be? does my face define
who i must be? and am i not more than meets the eye? are not my thoughts of my own mind? the world seems the same, the game does not change people
move through their lives, but i i'm left behind to try and
find...myself...
RUN IN man it's been
such a long long time it's good to see you alive and well man this takes me back remember
walking around the five and dime thinking about all the stuff
we'd buy if we could if only we could... whatever became of that old bike of yours?
the one your brother rode into the lake? i can still see the look on your face our
bikes were like freedom back in the day we knew every street
and alley way of that whole town our home town... BR: we played baseball on every field snuck into movies rated M held epic games
of war we were still fighting the nazi's then... can you believe how long ago that was? don't it feel like another life? man a lot
has changed just in case another 50 years goes by i just want you to know that i've always remembered you...
SPACE AGE KIDS the space
age kids never followed through their hopes and dreams were
left on the moon nothing changed, no wish came true... the space age kids no longer look to the stars
the unforeseen tore their future apart tomorrow
ends the moment it starts... BR: an ache in the bones is
settling in whatever light once shined continues to dim the space age kids and what might have been...
the promise of youth often slips away the
best laid plan often goes astray a generation lost in space...
INTO THE BLUE TWO i came out of, then into the blue i'm a ghost
easily seen right through and i'm a traveller just soaking
in the view i come out of, then into the blue... i was, now i am, then i will be ah the end! the end is yet to be seen nor
when it comes exactly what it will mean i was, now i am,
then i will be... the wind brings the world to my door the sunshine, the gray, and the storm voices fading, voices raging within the roar the
wind brings the world to my door...
PANTOPHOBIA she dodges
her own shadow and trembles at the passing of time she runs
from the wind like she's running for her life she shakes
at a whisper, a prisoner of her own mind and she don't wanna
know what she already knows pantophobia won't let her go... she dreads the rain and hides from the clouds in the sky she shrinks from the light and flees from the coming of night broken by the thought that something just ain't right
and she don't wanna know what she already knows pantophobia won't let het go...
CRAZY LIBERAL let's
open up the borders, legalize all the drugs declare god unknowable
but welcome should he come pry all the guns from all those
cold, dead hands empty all the prisons all across the land... yippee yi yo, yippee yi ya, i'm a crazy liberal in the good old usa let's retire all the white folks who've ran things all along give'em pipes for puffin and porches for sittin on
tax all the zillionaires until they start to bleed give land back to the indians to do with as they please yippee
yi yo, yippee yi ya, i'm a crazy liberal in the good old usa
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