Archive for December, 2007

June On The West Coast

Saturday, December 22nd, 2007

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I spent a week drinking the sunlight of Winnetka, California
Where they understand the weight of human hearts
You see, sorrow gets too heavy and joy it tends to hold you
With the fear that it eventually departs

And the truth is I’ve been dreaming of some tired tranquil place
Where the weather won’t get trapped inside my bones
And if all the years of searching find one sympathetic face
Then it’s there I will plant these seeds and make my home

I visited my brother on the outskirts of Olympia
Where the forest and the water become one
And we talked about our childhood, like a dream we were convinced of
That perfect peaceful street where we came from

And I know he heard me strumming all those sad and simple chords
As I sat inside my room so long ago
And it hurts that he’s still shaking from those secrets that were told
By a car closed up airtight and a heart turned cold

I spent a day dreaming of dying in Mesa, Arizona
Where all the green of life had turned to ash
And I felt I was on fire, with the things I could have told you
I guess I just assumed that you eventually would ask

And I wouldn’t have to bring up my so badly broken heart
And all those months I just wanted to sleep
And though spring, it did come slowly, I guess it did it’s part
My heart has thawed and continues to beat

And I went to San Diego, the birthplace of the summer
And watched the ocean dance under the moon
And there was a girl I knew there, one more potential lover
I guess that something’s got to happen soon

Because I know I can’t keep living in this dead or dying dream
And as I walked along the beach and drank with her
I thought about my true love, the one I’ve never seen
With eyes that burn so bright, they make me pure

They make me pure
They make me pure
I long to be with you

Useless Inventions

Sunday, December 16th, 2007

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these time’s useless inventions
satisfy inquiring minds
what about a piece of pretention
in production ugly schemes
realize the world of quick fix dreams

come on and purchase the new one
be the first to strap it on
lose antiquated fixations
that you cannot be without
for a nice try change this model out

feed on a stroke of brilliance sometimes
to cover up the oldness in your eyes
from noticing the coldness in our lies
don’t know if its a miracle or a curse
maybe we can help you to feel worse

these days useless inventions
simplify or complicate
you’ve got the keys to the kingdom
that through which you quickly move
that from small beginnings must improve

feed on a stroke of brilliance sometimes
to cover up the oldness in your eyes
from noticing the coldness in our lies
don’t know if its a miracle or a curse
maybe we can help you to feel worse

tap the curiosity of your youth
are you seeking dare or taking truth
never knowing what will come up next
will it be the panic switch or select

well its, too late to change your connection
didn’t even get through inspection
copyright divine interventions
getting tired or useless inventions

(click the pic…really…)

Candy

Tuesday, December 11th, 2007

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Candy, it’s been really nice, but I’ve got to go
’cause I can’t be the part of your life you don’t wanna know
and I can’t keep lying all the time
and I know you’ll find a better man
they’re all too easy to find
and I’ll just go away somewhere and slowly lose my mind.

Candy, they called you a baby, they called you a whore
and I can’t see, the light at the end for you anymore
and I can’t keep lying all the time
and I know you’ll find a better man
they’re all too easy to find
and I’ll just go away somewhere and slowly lose my mind

Candy, I can’t be the man they want me to be
Maybe it was only with you that I could be me
and I can’t keep lying all the time
and I know you’ll find a better man
they’re all too easy to find
and I’ll just go away somewhere and slowly lose my mind

Young Folks

Tuesday, December 4th, 2007

if i told you things i did before
told you how i used to be
would you go along with someone like me
if you knew my story word for word
had all of my history
would you go along with someone like me

i did before and had my share
it didn’t lead nowhere
i would go along with someone like you
it doesn’t matter what you did
who you were hanging with
we could stick around and see this night through

and we don’t care about the young folks
talkin’ ’bout the young style
and we don’t care about the old folks
talkin’ ’bout the old style too
and we don’t care about our own folks
talkin’ ’bout our own style
all we care about is talking
talking only me and you

usually when things has gone this far
people tend to disappear
no one would surprise me unless you do

i can tell there’s something goin’ on
hours seem to disappear
everyone is leaving i’m still with you

it doesn’t matter what we do
where we are going to
we can stick around and see this night through

and we don’t care about the young folks
talkin’ ’bout the young style
and we don’t care about the old folks
talkin’ ’bout the old style too
and we don’t care about our own folks
talkin’ ’bout our own style
all we care about is talking
talking only me and you

talking only me and you
talking only me and you

Endless, Nameless…

Saturday, December 1st, 2007

Tattooed Love Boys

Saturday, December 1st, 2007

In case I forgot to mention how much I love Chrissie Hynde…

Count Us In

Saturday, December 1st, 2007

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We are living
Badly breathing

In a time of fine exhibits

We are humping the firewagon
For a finger in a glass of water

Just to catch our breath

In a time of fine exhibits
Losing words for progress
Gaze upon your savior
Your plastic deals and silver walls

Make it happen

You are driving
An invisible woman
Home from the grave
And she is hot on the trail
Of your lover
And you can’t hit her
You can’t touch her

So say goodnight…
We are living…
We are living…