Cause honestly, I wanna know, what it means to be hard.
Watchin’ you bouncin’ off the bubble, as they rise …
*Pop* goes the weasel.
See the scars? So play your part, or
cry like mama’s gonna wash it all away.
Save yourself, then serve the sacrilegious acid
over a steady beat.
We’ll call the painting a stain like it’s all in a day’s work.
At night we play, for real, I said, deal out the cards,
and I’ll tell you what the shadows said to the sun through the clouds.
Don’t doubt the vision, burning along is a lost art.
No home’s got this empty stomach,
stealin’ sirloins out your kitchen.
Ya girl out your system,
and your self out the cesspool
you’re pissing in
Serve it up so easy inspecting the gadgets.
We slide upon the breeze dissecting the madness
It’s patterns just paths,
here pretty little patient
caught a cold,
take a pill
and imagine a nation …
Built on other self-destructive habits.
I’m just trying to cash in on these crash landings.
Or mash out a master plan?
Serve it up on a silver platter,
ain’t that what you wanted?
A platform, to play on;
that can’t be taken away
by legislation or seances.
Don’t tread on me ~
drinkin’ tea, crunked up
talkin’ about social …
Security’s haulin’ Reason out the back
They put her on a cross and called her Treesong.
Beef, it’s what’s for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Living in another man’s cage ..?
Learning to stand-up for what you believe in …
Hit back time to settle the score.
Cause I’m tired of the games,
I know you want war.
I know you want more than a cardboard house.
Living in an alley with a master and a guard.
Living like a valley when it all falls down,
and ya can’t get out.
Shoutin’ up to the mountains,
won’t ya come help?
But they look at you like you’s a damn coward
cause ya can’t help yourself. So ya,
sit back and flip the chips,
watch the water run,
find the streams,
then ya collar ’em.
Sign the trees,
then ya follow ’em,
down that road
cause ya know where you’re goin
and ya been here before.
Lookin’ for the sign on the door
that reads, feels like home.
Feels like gold,
ya feelin’ like a fool,
so ya do a little dance
and ya let it all go;
but ya dug another hole
Now it’s part of the path
said it’s part of the math
now its part of the jazz
that they play in the clubs
where ya know they don’t ask.
What ya need?
What ya want?
What ya got?
Cause we’re all here
up for the same thing
comin’ from the gutter
tryin’ to die with a smile
on our face.
with a smile on our face,
like this …
Over hills and through the waves
And over mountains through the plains
we know where we have been
so it don’t matter now
where we’ll end.
I guess the trick was to stop hiding.
Give it all away and spit shine the pain.
Clay pots into artifacts.
Parse the matter at hand
and distribute the chance/chants
This one for the star-crossed lovers,
they’re just down on their luck.
And this one is for my mother,
she’s still looking for a crutch.
And this one is for the sun
who refuses to set.
And this one is for you,
at the end of your quest.
Disheveled and hell-bent
on finishing the test.
I hope the results are
everything you ever wanted.
I hope you find a pedal to push
with love, not hate, not shame or regret.
But to live on a level where the past meet the present
forever at rest.
No need to exercise the demons
or fly with the angels.
Children of the stars
we believe in a savior
or halls of knowledge.
Lingering in a song
between a moment
and a melody.
Following the signs
No longer wondering
where to go.