bad news: a spectre haunts these pages
that phantom is you but none of your wrinkles
bad news: the doctor is calling again
next week wants all your pain right now
i have visions of her dancing
i have visions of her tears
i hear the echo of her laughter
i hear the rattle of her fears
take a picture: remember all of this glory
mind your limits: one hundred and forty
take a picture: frame it and hang it away
in bright living color, try to remember this day
i have visions of her dancing
i have visions of her tears
i hear the echo of her laughter
i hear the rattle of her fears
good news: you are not this aching
you woke up this morning; the sun is still there
good news: your voice echoes ever onward
tomorrow is hopeful, waiting, and free
i see her out upon the dance floor
she wipes away the bitter tears
i hear her laughter still resounding
she smiles and puts away her fears
i see her out upon the dance floor
she wipes away the bitter tears
i hear her laughter still resounding
she smiles and floats away...
whiskey on your breath hold it in don't let it go
grasp with frail fingernails the last fading wisps of fever dreams
all delirious and lucid navigating the seas of sleep
to rhythms distant and strange beneath alien stars
fell alcoholic winds billowing the sails
and all the while bail now bail until the sea is empty
and the land is full of long, wet dripping women
all those sirens now drowned in their own song
keep the cadence but give the melody sway
take a rest
just a beat
and then three
and after the coda of waking dive in again
the symphony of forgetfulness to live a life not your own
beneath the skin of someone else
to never know how far you may go
how long it may take to return to the same old song
the long and happy dirge we may sing at your wake
toasting you with whiskey on our breath
i've come to see a gypsy in lilies draped in black
i ask her to lay the cards for me: pose questions to the stack
because i have never been here she says i must feed her sin
offers me an apple red on the Lethe banks we swim
she tells me to bite down
let the poison flow
these cards won't sing your destiny
but you never know
i cross a man on the king's road, on a horse as black as night
his banner the wind holds mercilessly; i ask him wither the light
because the path is narrow, we ride not side by side
to persephone's tree he takes me: where forbidden fruit may hide
he tells me to bite down
shelter from the snow
these seeds won't sing your destiny
but you never know
in Hades i seek an angel: take my hand and show me pain
show me where my lover twists in the devil's legerdemain
the serpent's song is mighty; seraphs only whisper sweet
they are drowned out by the lust-wind that kisses at my feet
it tells me to bite down
don't ever let go
these bones won't sing your destiny
but you never know
about
a collection of tunes not associated with song writing competitions; just stuff i work on as the inspiration comes to me.
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