Conscience Lost
He said he only romanced one woman at a time. So when I saw them together I knew I'd been declined. And I wondered what he'd told her about the one whose been sharing his bed with him
Go away and take that shame with you. Go find your conscience, or would that, demoralize you?Trade it in or trade it up, the one that you deferred to clearly failed you
He talked a good game and I'm not that easy to fool. He seemed so transparent, so genuine, too good to be true.
And the atrocity of your philosophy, it seems, was the deference to the hypocrisy that enveloped you. And what draws you to me? I'm not always, a statue of stability. What one sees on the surface is not, always underneath, you see. And I'm honored I am, and I mean that sincerely my friend. I'm honored I am, and I mean that sincerely my friend. But a pedastal I do not deserve. It would only be a matter of time and you'd, surely see. You'd be there to witness, firsthand, the bitter fall of me. King Of Charades Then you looked me in the eyes and lied. So convincingly, so defiantly. But you cannot deny the truth in that kind of proof, can you, can you? It's your duplicitousness, that will feed my vigilance. Those spineless actions were impressive indeed. But I am not inclined to pander, to your elusive needs. I am not your pawn, and you are not my king. Okay so there were still some things to say, to you. But some things are better left put away, at least for you. Then you looked me in the eyes and lied. So convincingly, so defiantly. But you cannot deny the truth in that kind of proof, can you, can you? It's your duplicitousness, that will feed my vigilance. Those spineless actions were impressive indeed. But I am not inclined to pander, to your elusive needs. I am not your pawn, and you are not my king. Intermission And by the time I do, you're calling or an intermission. And by the time you do, you're calling for an intermission. Well these things take time you say, and all great things, must age, accordingly. One must not, rush such things, cuz' if you plan to go the distance, with this. Oh, well you best just take things slow. Yeah you best just, take things slow. Well these things take time you say, and all great things, must age, accordingly. Scandalous Baby, boy I love what you're doing to me. Baby, boy I love what you're doing to me. To the ends of the earth I'd travel, just to be with you. And god help the poor lonely fool, who tries to come in between me and you. Baby, boy I love what you're doing to me. Baby, boy I love what you're doing to me. Scandalous, scandalous, scandalous, scandalous; this power you have over me. Scandalous, scandalous, scandalous, scandalous, oh baby be gentle with me. Blue Sunday Blue Sunday, has got me feelin' down. Blue Sunday, I gotta turn it around....ba, da,da,da,da,da,da,da,Ba,da,da,da,da,da etc. Not quite sure today if I'm gonna play the game, maybe I'll just hide out instead. And then I'm gonna pull the blinds and maybe I'll just drink some wine, and write another song or two, about feelin' blue. So maybe I'll just stay here in bed, and pull the covers back over my head, and turn the ringer off, cuz' I don't want to talk. Blue Sunday, has got me feelin' down. Blue Sunday, I gotta turn it around....ba, da,da,da,da,da,da,da,Ba,da,da,da,da,da etc. Backwards You get a little, you get a lot. But still you're focusing, on all that you don't got. You cry a little, you cry a lot. Heal those old wounds a little, until life pours salt into the same spots. You give a little, you give a lot. You move ahead a little, but then you're back, in the same spot. 4,800 Miles (Jay&Sarah's song) And when it comes, to matters of the heart. I don't, think we can outsmart destiny. 4,800 miles he'll go. Then he'll be by her side, then he'll be at home. Tunnel Vision Justifying with our convictions. All while failing to unify our existence. Distracted by this rat race we're in, undeniably, even I've joined in. Overload And what I don't understand, is where the root of this doubt lies, if you could see through my eyes, perhaps a big surprise you'd find. But looking through my eyes, may just fail to clarify. Cuz' I've been looking through these eyes my whole life, hoping one day I'll see clearly. I've been thinking about, what this commitment means. Things started out so, idealistically. Like a fairytale, story unfolding, so easy said but much, harder done. Lady Liberty And I have always been a skeptic no doubt, regarding what our recent government's all about. I think somewhere deep, down inside, a little piece of the dream is still alive. We came here to be free. Free from oppression and to live our lives openly. And at the feet of Lady Liberty, it still reads quite clearly: Let's take the case of Lewis "Scooter" Libby. A man convicted of commiting perjury. Lucky for him he's friends with, our VP, so Bush decided to exercise his clemency. That good ol' boy won't spend one, day in jail. More likely he'll return to Capital Hill, to finish out a long career in politics, still better yet he'll sure be set for his retirement. My Happy Ambivalence Deep In The Valley Winter Daydreams One Revolution
The Bitter Fall
If pain inspires creativity. And creativity gives birth to, productivity. Maybe hope causes suffering, just like the Buddhists say. Maybe hope causes suffering, just like those Buddhists say.
Okay so you put our pictures away. And up in the closet is where they now, stay. I suppose it was necessary for you, to cultivate, your baseless charade.
It's not a separation, nor a parting of ways. Our connection, now as always, and forever remains. And once again I find myself, at odds with timing. I'm always an act behind, when I enter the show.
And by the time I do, you're calling or an intermission. And by the time you do, you're calling for an intermission. (4x)
Just as I dreamed it might be, you unexpectedly, came to me. The intertwining of your soul and mine, is nothing short of purely divine.
Scandalous, scandalous, scandalous, scandalous; this power you have over me. Scandalous, scandalous, scandalous, scandalous, oh baby be gentle with me.
Not quite sure today if I want to play the game, maybe I'll just stay in instead. Cuz' if I'm gonna leave this room I know that there's so much to do, and people want a piece of you.
So maybe I'll just stay here in bed, and pull the covers back over my head, and turn the ringer off, cuz' I don't want to talk.
You give a little, you give a lot. You move ahead a little, but then your back, in the same spot.
And am I back again? Ten steps behind again. In that dark place again, where I used to dwell? Asking myself again, why am I here again? And why the hell it is I just can't seem to stay out.
4,800 miles from here, there's a girl, who loves a boy, 4,800 miles from her.
4,800 miles from her, there's a boy, he loves her so, 4,800 miles from her.
4,800 miles from here. That same girl, waits to greet, the only boy for her.
Deliberately, contemplating, the woes of the world. We look to our religion, to make our deepest decisions.
But I keep looking for, the finish line, the one I've yet, to define. And if I cross that line, what will I find, waiting on the otherside?
You keep asking me, what this commitment means, and in my minds view, from some dark corner room. I'm fumbling round, just trying to find, that answer that's waiting to be found.
I cannot define, all that's in my mind (2x)
The latest news on CNN today, is, how Paris Hilton has changed her ways. And as disturbing as this thought may be, I cannot help but wonder, honestly. Is this really what Americans want to see, reported on public, media t.v.? A spoiled rich, blond beauty, brings up the network ratings, easily.
Give me your tired your poor. Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. The wretched refuse of your teaming shore. Send these the homeless tempest tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
I guess I still, believe, that we're living, in the land, of opportunity. You know I still can see, we remain the home, to the brave and free.
Here's my attempt, to keep it fresh, to keep things light and happy. It's 12AM, and I've got this pen, trying to write about, something happy.
And here I go, I'll take it nice and slow, walking down the path, toward happy. And you and I, writing our own lullaby, paving the path we walk, toward happy. And here we go, we'll take it nice and slow, walking down the path, toward happy. And you and I, singing our own lullaby, paving the path we walk, toward happy
My second attempt, to keep it fresh, to keep things light and happy. It's 12:10, I've still got this pen, trying to write about, something happy.
I could call you, right now. And tell you that I love you. But I know, when morning shows its face, I'll be ambivalent, again.
No longer, enchanted. I don't quite know, how it all happened. But I know, the strength that we once knew, has vanished, from my view.
I'm all mixed up, in my feelings, for you. But I am digging, deeper for the truth, but I'm afraid, I'm losing.
I want to fight, against this complacence. As it stands here, threatening to swallow me whole. How do I win, against all that rages, in this battered and lifeless soul?
I'm all mixed up, in my feelings, for you. But I am digging, deeper for the truth, but I'm afraid, I'm losing.
What must I do, to reach you? Your buried so deep I cannot find you. And all those words, you spoke to me, each and every time part of me believed you.
I never know, just what to do, with this sickness they tell me so consumes you. And now I think, you may just be, past the point of healing and delivery.
Deep in the valley, hiding in the shadows of your soul. Deep in the valley, is where the pain seems to steal your soul. Deep in the valley, hiding in the shadows of your soul. Deep in the valley, is where the pain, tries to swallow you whole.
What must I do, to reach you? You're buried so deep I cannot find you. And now I think, you may just be, past the point of healing and delivery.
Cold winter day, with skies so grey. Makes me, want to stay, in my p.j.'s, all day. And I'm curled up, in the warmth of you, and I close my eyes to dream, my winter daydreams.
Walking on that beach, in St. Augustine. And it's you and me, and we're hand in hand. We're walking on that beach in St. Augustine. I can almost feel the sand.
Cold winter day, with skies so grey. And I'm buried underneath, my blankets, and sheets. I'm curled up, in the safety, of you, and I close my eyes to dream, my winter daydreams.
Lying here, just dreamin' about, how I'm gonna make, the world, smile. And how I'll be a big star, and how I'll go very far, I'm gonna take this message to the world...
Come on people let's love, don't let religion or philosophy, separate you from humanity. Love, listen instead of criticize, and start to see the world thru different eyes.
Let's put down our guns, stand in this world as one. You know there's something to say for agreeing, to disagree. And if we lay down our pride, and listen to what's inside, I think we'll hear the voice of humanity calling...
I sit down, look around. Smiling at the future generations in front of me. So carefree, not knowing, every step they take leads them closer toward captivity...
We need a revolution, it's time to be heard. We need a revolution, in every sense of the word. Because the gap that stands between, the average person and their dream...is getting wider, it's getting wider every day. It's getting wider, and for some it's slipped away. The gap that stands between, the average person and their dream, is getting wider.
We need a revolution, it's time to be heard. We need a revolution, in every sense of the word. Because the gap that stands between, the average person and their dream...
We need a revolution, it's time to be heard. We need a revolution, in every sense of the word. Because the gap that stands between, the average person and their dream...is getting wider, it's getting wider, it's getting wider