The Race

Second Place to you is the last place I ever thought I'd be. and in this race the selfish survive while the selfless suffocate in suffering. I'm choking on the words that kept us alive.

The Evidence

Its the consequence of privileged information. You can run, you can hide but light will find a way. And wither away, haunted and haunting. We all are followed by shadows from martyrs and mercenaries.

The Art Of Subversion

The caravan of camp followers. Castrate clientele on the heels of their father's.. Destined to underachieve.. Never overcome the art of subversion.. .

True Love

By Tom Douglas & Johnny Christopher. . True love, talkin' bout true love. Gotta have real love. Whatcha gonna do?. True love. . Love don't hate, love don't play those games with your mind.

The Rock Medley

1. The Power of God - Words and Music by Geoff Bullock and Brian Houston. 2. God Didn't Give Me a Spirit of Fear - Words and Music by Chris Falson. 3. As the Coming of the Lord - Words and Music by Rosanna Palmer.

That's What Matters

I read about this guy once. He seemed to own the earth. As far as big shots go. And people in the know, well. . He was definitely top of the list. Anything he wanted, he'd get it.

Time

We have one nanosecond. In the spectrum of time. Cause it's about the dead. It's all in your mind. . Reality, senility. Human race, outer space. My head's about to overload.

The Prophecy

We ride all alone from the battlefield. The rebels beaten they had to yield. Banquo and I we silently ride. Brothers in arms side by side. . There's a fog which falls on the weary soul.

The Dead Arise

My fears in Banqou stick deep. Haunt my sleep. He knows the sister's prophecy. His smiles I can read. . For his breed, I've sold my soul. A fruitless crown can it be all.

To Be Loved By You

On the first day of the year. I cant help but wonder why. weve been apart so much last year. when it feels so good having you here. . I am a fool when it comes to.

This Anarchistic Heart

Theres a sound in my mind it is pulling me down the drain. so im gathering all my forces of sense to stay sane.. But Im not in charge here Ive already crossed that line.

The Noble Art Of Letting Go

Rest your tired head now. my friend I will stand by. You don't have to say no more. I know what you came here for. Eyes sore and shoes untied. walking the streets all night.

The Collector

I collect my lover. All over this town. in glasses, jars and boxes. I carry him around. I collect him, my lover. Im drugged by his smell. Down in subwaycorridors.

Throw It Down

Kick your shoes off and stay a while. Want to hear you scream, want to see you smile. Want to give you everything that you came here for. A rockin' time and a banging band.

This Love

Every mountain I had to climb. Every river I had to swim. Every desert that I crossed. Brought me one step closer to him. And this incredible love we're in.

The Way My Song Goes

I WANTED TO WRITE A SONG FOR YOU. SO I STARTED OUT WITH A NOTE OR TWO. AND I SANG BABY I LOVE YOU. BUT THEY ALL JUST SEEMED LIKE HOLLOW WORDS. NO MEANING THINGS I'VE ALREADY HEARD.

The Life Of A Dollar

From the pocket of an honest preacher. To the empty hand of a homeless bum. To the cash drawer at the liquor store. Where he bought a pint of rum. . To the bank clerk who past me off.

That's Why I Hate Pontiacs

The Wysteria vines were climbin'. Every sunset was a watercolor,. The promise of a perfect summer. A blue eyed boy with a red TransAm.. We spent hours on his hood just laughing.

Tennesse In My Windshield

(Rebecca Lynn Howard/Kim Williams). . Well I washed my Mustang just last nigt. Filled the tank full of freedom. I've been waiting on eighteen,eighteen years.

Tug Of War