This song is for my mother. Let her hear me cry. I couldnt bring myself to write it. Til this darkened day arrived. A song about old promises. Made so long ago.
There was a boy. Playing on a swing. Deep in love with life. Loving everything. . And he'd speak to God. When all alone. Making deals with God. 'Bout his dreams and hopes.
Theres a fury on the waves. A madness taking place. Fueled by the blood. Of weary wage slaves. . And they taught us how to hate. In a hi tech kind of way.
The Bed. Your Mouth. My Touch. Our Lips. . Its a fever. In the night. Forbidden. . Forbidden. . Desecrated and damned together. Desecrated and damned forever.
Lift the wailing wood. Hammer the tortured nails. Place the ghostly steps. Below the battered rails. . Invite those crazy strangers. Dressed in stranger clothes.
In dreams I appear and take her. Down a path she dares not wander. In a town beset by plunder. I shake her blood and bone. . In dreams she asks my guidance.
These were my confessions. (A message to God). The light begins to fade. (Its time to go). Back into the shadows. (That hard black fog). Where darkness has its way.
These are my confessions. Secrets of my mind. Everything that mattered. Truth I can not hide. . Nothing but a shadow. Distant memory. What I was. What I am.
On a brutal winter night. We stood bravely side by side. Against snowballs launched our way. By the enemies of our kind. . In a graveyards mourning light.
I cant stand to fly. Im not that naive. Im just out to find. The better part of me. . Im more than a bird. More than a plane. Im more than some weary face beside a train.
Used to say. Life is love. Love will cure. Tears in blood. . I know love. Very well. Awesome joy. Godless hell. . Time taught me. How Love sounds. Cant describe.
The thieves on the Wall. Are telling their lies. The puppets they pull. Collecting their bribes. . Pimps in the Valley. Drown you in slime. The video idiots.
I have an evil lover. Torments me with her sting. Fierce Canadian winter. Wearing boots made in Beijing. . Bathes me in her blood. Leaves wounds across my face.
Rose hips lady. Your field is ripe. Bury my torn body. In that rain-soaked night. . Taste those sweet confessions. On your baby breath. Lift this wounded flag.
America..... . After 9/11, the country seemed reborn. Ready to shift from the shallow to the profound. What ever happened to the America that could have been?.
You knew me when I built monsters. Before the days when you bled. You knew me when I surrendered. To the nightmares in my head. . You were just a child.
There's no escape. From the pain. Here it comes again. . Wearing my graveyard skin. As the night descends. . But I'm not ready. No, I'm not ready. To go.
Tired of talking. bout weather. Other trivial things. . Tired of talking. bout food. The price of tangerines. . You may outlive. This aging man. Before I go.
In a hot desert dream. She came to me. Blue eyed baby. Growling dangerously. . Cream colored chocolate Siamese. Vegas Pussy doing as she please. . Shes my Vegas Pussy.
I reach for you, in a bed gone dark. I feel for you, in the empty air. I reach for you, in dreams so scared. I can't believe, that youre not there. . I ache for you, four seasons love.