(belew/rice). . Only a week ago today. I sat on a plane and flew away. I see you everywhere I go. I dropped my bag in the hotel hall. I thought I heard your voice through the wall.
Too many struggles, too many scenes. A broken record of miseries. And if you let it, it makes you cry. And you can never be satisfied. I see the victims of low esteem.
Tragedys of kennedys, refugees, aids disease,. Photos of hiroshima, the holocaust, and kosovo,. . Tim mcveigh, saddam hussein, the bombing of the world trade.
I (belew/omega). . "friends seen an' unseen...to you that are ridin' along. In your automobile...to you that are sitting at you table. I greet you with the holy word 'peace'....
People like us have our eyes on the stars. And we keep informed via TV guide. And we entertain in a house of cards. But the trouble remains in our sleeping hearts.
Pay here chimpanzee. Don't park under the aviary. Walk through heatwave afternoon fast food, hot zoo. . Do the shuffle to the buffalo. See the mad monkey by the lonely pay phone.
Honeybee, don't look at me that way. Honeybee, don't look at me that way. I've got plans,. I'm workin' on being a holy man. . Honeybee, don't come so close to me.
Lord we pray, give us this day. Our daily bread. Every week it costs the meek. Another arm and leg. Lord we pray, the american way,. Cut us a break. .
When the smoke had settled. From the angry fires. That burned away part of my life. Then I thought I was standing. On the edge of time. But through the haze.
"isn't this a dull affair. Enough to make me lose my hair. Tax returns and future earnings,". I thought to myself,. "still the gods haven't lost their flair.
I need to feel your heartbeat. So close, it feels like mine. All mine. . I remember the feeling. My hands in your hair. I remember the feeling. Of the rhythm we made.
Gunman, my sort of star, we put you there. You're all of us now, you're all over town. On wrappers and cans, you're bigger than life. You're braver than dad.
She makes. Me wait. She turns away. She pretends she doesn't hear a word I say. . She's a girl with clouds in her head. . Her room,. The sky. She shuts her eyes.
Color futurevision. . Red...for the angry young skinhead. With a gun stuck down his pants. And his hands wrapped around a gasoline can. Blue...for the cruel nude tattoo.
Frame by frame (suddenly). death by drowning (from within). in your own analysis. . Step by step (suddenly). doubt by numbers (from within). in your own analysis.
I know I should feel welcome here. Way up in the atmosphere. But I am afraid. And if I land on earth again. I'll be happy just to cut my face. While I shave.
(belew/fetters/nyswonger). . You don't retain your calm. Either you're an anvil. Or sell me your aunt. And your car is almost gone. Figure it out. . My bag's against the wall.
One big mistake some people make is when they take for granted. Love will always stay the same. Because eventually love needs attention or it has a tendency.
Talk, it's only talk. Arguments, agreements, advice. Answers, articulate announcements. It's only talk. . Talk, it's only talk. Babble, burble, banter.
Can you see me as your heart sees. Not apart from you, but a part of you?. And remember me as the man I am. Not the things I do or faults I have. . And when you lie asleep at night.