If I Fly Away
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Up here alone...I can think out loud
and I was wondering what together we would have talked about...
My mind is cold...I've wrapped my dreams in shrouds
and all that I can think about's where we go when our lives fade out...

...do I hear heavens gate or is that only Preachers thunder...
...was this always your fate, I'm left to wonder...

...Who'd give a damn...if I fly away and follow you my brother...
into another world, I don't know why...I haven't the courage lately
so I just sit up here and I wonder...
...What if I flew away to follow you my brother...
into another world, have you learned to fly,...are you in heaven waiting,...
or is it a stone lying under...
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So many grieve...and they'll cry out loud
but no one came to you when you were lying
down and out...
I'd like to believe...a thousand years from now
that nothing I could have done
would have ever mattered anyhow...

...but I was slow to see the suicide cancer...
...you might have been calling but nobody answered...

...Who'd give a damn...if I fly away and follow you my brother...
into another world, I don't know why...I haven't the courage lately
so I just sit up here and I wonder...
...What if I flew away to follow you my brother...
into another world, have you learned to fly,...are you in heaven waiting,...
or is it a stone lying under...*

© 6/8/2003

Don't Go Near The Water
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...Gotta a call that the little girl died
found her bobbin' in the pond, way out by the back fields
where the water-birds fly...
...Is the whole damn village obsessed
to the point that nobody notices a pattern
when we lay another child to rest...

...and, oh, they'll tell you
don't go near the water...
...and, oh, they'll blame it
all on the unknown...

...They rang the bell in the middle of town
they wore their robs as they carried the box down by the river
to a hole in the ground...
...Every year another childs found drown
but there's never any tracks to lead to a killer
no evidence found...

...and, oh, they'll tell you
don't go near the water...
...and, oh, they'll blame it
all on the unknown...
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...There's something wrong here
...with this evil rite
...they have acceptance in their eyes...

...The souls of children
...to pay the price
...to calm the demon in the night...
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...They threw the dirt on the little white box
said their prayers, and then one by one
they turned around and slowly went up the walk...
...But in the night all the skeletons talk
and they whisper all the secrets long forgot
that's why all their closets are locked...

...and, oh, they'll tell you
don't go near the water...
...and, oh, they'll blame it
all on the unknown...*

© 6/8/03

Window Pain
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I...I was a ladies man
...and I offered to take your hand
and we'd live by the window side
...to watch the world go by...

I...saw you across the room
...our eyes meeting on paper moon
and I knew you were meant for me
...just like the sand and the sea...


We're finely dressed,
...but expressionless
...merely facing the directions
...we can see...


You...you were the lonely one
...painted cheeks, but a heart for none
there you stood alone to sigh
...and watch the world go by...


Our wardrobes rhyme
...of the present time
...as we stand and watch
...the people buy and buy...


We...we are a harmony
...two dolls on a shelf of a factory
but there are those who would not allow
...our love to continue now...

I...I was a ladies man
...and I offered to take your hand
but in our world of make believe
...I don't think we conceive...


The sadness
...of this world does lie
...in a tear...
...the tear of a mannequins eye...*

© 6/8/03

Turning Back The Clocks
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The pencil erases the book
As the cocoon takes back its moth
And the worms eat the birds from the nest on the ground,
as limb trees sink into the moss

The dam sub-vaporates water
It had taken from the slowed rain
That’d fallen together from hydro-space places,
Celestial body's yet named...


...and the child aborts the mother
...before the sun churns out its life
...devolution of the dinosaur
...there's something back there...
......turning back the hands of time...


Sullied hands, wash’d under gardens
Descending beneath bottom weeds
Where wine turns to vines into stalks ever shrinking,
To gardens of less than dead seed..

Winds die in different directions
Taking breath’s air from empty lungs
And words that were floated take back past the reason,
No recall of speaking at all...

...and the child aborts the mother
...before the sun churns out its life
...devolution of the dinosaur
...there's something back there...
......turning back the clocks of time......*