M&A

Can you take away this fear?
Can you keep the happiness near?
It's daunting, I know, all the fear I show, all the fear I hold
It's just mirrors and anomalies
All this fear is hear to bind me
But I hope if I hold your hand then we will always stand

Do I mystify this life?
Do I know how to make things right?
It's simple, I know, all I gotta do is go, go, go, go, go.
You say close your eyes and fall asleep, all of the world will give you what you need.
mmm.

Can you take a way this fear?
Can you keep the happiness near?
It's simple I know, all I gotta do is go, go, go, go, go
It's just mirrors and anomalies
I'll just close my and fall asleep
Then I won't see the lies you're telling me
All of the world will give me what I need
And I hope if I hold your hand then we will always stand.

The smell of cedars boughs 'gainst the aqua of a demon well.
The lake wind kicked at the faces of young lovers rustling in leaves and the bruises spread out their purple.
We rolled our ankles on the stony beach.
I would never leave until I did. I was a liar, I was a kid. Oh, how I did love you in those moments. Infatuation was the only thing I could barely notice.
The sun warmed the basalt where I stood barefoot in the cooling dusk watching my breath mix with the heavens. Lord knows I have forever changed my path.
What sense do wanted promises make when they're already broken at the gate.

{I would never leave until I did with wounded spirit and bloodied bandages. Oh how I did love you in those moments. Infatuation was the only thing I could barely notice.

Oh I don't want to go back to where I don't know for I swam in deep ossuaries. }
:|| x2

Don't know where you've been, you've been wandering near the orange aspens.
Just one patch... in the knee of the jeans you wore when you were 16.
Just one patch beneath the scree in a canyon by a little stream overflowing expansive dreams of one that you might've the last leaf to fall.
The distances between become more or less like the street on which we met and revisit often as the dove will call.
You see the twinkles in eyes less often than they are heard through disguise
Hear the clapping of winged hands and the whistle offering nicer circumstance.
I would love you longer than a tousled mountain rain dance. Oh the drumming of our hands as we run wildly to catch the last to fall.
A pardon for it all, the last leaf to fall.
I walked until the day I could once again see Narcussis' face to secure his lonesome grave with a mother's heart dangerously ablaze.
Have I squandered my youth for the images I now have?
But I would love you longer than a tousled mountain rain dance.
Oh, has tenderness, and the senses and kisses made it more sad for the last leaf to fall.

Nonsense comes back like a broken door. Implacable minds always bring back scorn for those who have lived and through living made us think
More of ourselves or wish they were gone so we could make them proud.

Tight shoulders cringed next to your head thinking that you might rather be dead than face the tyranny, oh face the man never defined and instead taking the blame for all of our lies

Buck on up bud, you know you care
Cough it out hun, what is there to fear?

Now I’m no woman and I’m no man
Just a winded breath drawn cross the sand, cross the ages you might say people are throwing dimes away yelling from street corners “you are dumb”

Jump start awake your eyes open wide from disbelief you are alive
Sun peeking through the window blinds, inspiration swells in your mind. Once again you’ve closed the divide

Find it that nothing is ever wrong but justified by something or someone all of life a faulty proof. Arguments made so you might loose semblance of self and your ability to choose

Buck on up bud, you know you care
Cough it out hun, what is there to fear?

Dear love is but a sign of ocean history
Nigh a whisper feigned in galleries of memory
Pencil stubs in the grit of the grind
Compensatory dreams of a miserable mind

Come on baby I rode the wave to the middle of the lake
Where unknown is unfailing in its unchanging gait
If not drowned by the weight of a frantic mind
Will I rise to find that you tried to find me too?

In the ease of morning parade I am afraid
That all this beauty is just a mirage only I can see
If not lost to layers of incandescent dream will I rise
To find that you tried to find me too

Dear haven’t you found profound rhymes are arbitrary
Indiscriminate eyes dredging out fallacy
Boney driftwood ribs of the whale
Hallucinatory agents of emotional assail

Come on baby I rode the wave to the middle of the lake
Where unknown is unfailing in its unchanging gait
If not drowned by the weight of a frantic mind
Will I rise to find that you tried to find me too?
// Won’t you meet me halfway?

Two steps back and it was everlasting
Fast track on the fat beat high pass catastrophe

No, I never had me no prince charming

Follow the instigator to its dimension
See you soon see you later not to mention
Subtle blasphemy

No, I never had me no prince charming

You were the one oh weren’t you
that wrote up the sins and the payments
Said who was crazy and that’s the whole truth

Fold the blankets the morning after
Midnight fantasy supplants itself into waking reality

No, I never had me no prince charming

Saw you lift your body off of my bones
Look into my eyes as if you were alone
Walk up basement entrance outside to in
Saw you lift the door with a hrumph and a grin
But for cat bones and sin there’s nothing there
With joy of terror you alight the stairs
The last thing you’ll say is
You learn from your mistakes

What’s never been said you can say it again
If you’ve done it wrong you’ve done it the best way
Oh you’ll learn, you’ll learn, you’ll learn from you mistakes

On the empty streets of Albuquerque
The drooping sunflowers destroy me
Packed cafe black street car golden mosaic
Why so plenty?
Maybe I’ll find out someday if I learn from my mistakes

Saw you lift your body off of my bones
Look into my eyes as if you were alone
Walk up basement entrance outside to in
Saw you lift the door with a hrumph and a grin
But for cat bones and sin there’s nothing there
With joy of terror you alight the stairs
The last thing you’ll say is
Ha ha ha ha ha

My heart is in my throat and oh desire’s out the window
But I spose it just goes to show
That even though one can say
Everything has it’s perfect place
I can in return take
“I want fate to rip my heart away and love to throw my out the gates
If I knew better names I would use them”
But should I need something more early one frosted autumn morn
No I won’t blame you
She’s dusted off her grapevine crown
The dune with sand in her breast frowns
The wind ever lusting after her death
Lipless giants in the sky the god who is one big eye
Promising through it’s constant rising
When celebration meets reverence
I’m taunted by the silence
To stop this silly trying
The heart in my throat bursts onto
The mandala at centerfield
The umpire yells “It is coming!”
Frantic about important lack
Tasty little ego snack
Young one with yellow rucksack yawning
With everything you own fallen out
Cords like the guts of a trout
Father conjured up from the earth
I’ll stop once oh yes twice on the eroded hillside
A rock will catch my eye
But I know you, you demon thought
And the insanity you’ve wrought
Alongside complacent disaster
So hold on just wait a sec
I’ve not given up just yet
Sprinting towards the sunset

I’ve had many great ideas and little follow through, at least if you compare the ratio of the two, earing pretty skirts and sitting on burnt up stoops.
I’d argue the house looks better this way with shit everywhere and the edges all frayed
I’m used to it a social scientist might say
Won’t you use that math degree, become a standard successful pedigree?
Well I guess I got a little bit of barfly in me.

Sometimes it’s fine, sometime’s I’m just getting by, and sometimes the sun always shine

Been close to the top, perks of a small neighborhood, and at the bottom probably more than I could
Harsh panel of critics and I’m the worse one
Absent for event and menagerie, said all could have been child prodigy but for caustic environments and fucked up genes.
And the rightness and wrongness of all possible things, feelings all clumped in a breakable ring
And the compass says any direction is an alright way to go

Sometimes it’s fine, sometime’s I’m just getting by - ah, who am I kidding?

I’ve had some big wins and myriad losses to my chagrin
Leads to contemplation “is it all worth it?”
The kicker’s kicked the can down the street, the whitewater boys are about to meet will you jump in the water or take the safe seat
Stopped by the doorman with his bell, threw in a a dollar for the thought about hell
He said “Bliss is right there, right there, if only you could tell!”

I keep looking for something wrong
for the birds to sing a new song
for the words to bore everyone

cause I just got a little bit above anything I'd ever dreamed of
and I got it all

The dreamer put a fool in me
on the constant search for epiphany
the meaning in every seed, what do the eyes wish to see?

I keep looking for the flaw
for the dark bruise in all this love
for the nook hidden from the sun

cause I just got a little bit above anything I'd ever dreamed of
and I got it all, got it all, got it all

There's a two track at the end of the street
with dumb luck and blind hope meet
all of my dreams and fantasy

oo-ee

I just got a little bit above anything I'd ever dreamed of
and I got it all, I got it all, I got it all

19 strides from the alley way, tin can stilts and lemonade, where stuffed animals reside in the dark cliff side retreating away from the light.

10 slices of white bread from building the holy bridge, 5 feet of rainbow rope from the edge. Tell me does johnny have any common sense, overalls and six pence. Sally with the prism gold, just do the thing you're told. It's a matter of life and death or donning the fool's vest - a lineage a lot us been wearing. You think you're smart cause you heard what they said. Doorbell's ringing, will you answer it?

Wired phone lines and twirly number pads breaking the people's communion bread. Locker rooms, lunch lines, and penmanship - the smiley woman who daily buys her wine. Dot your i's and mind your q's, choose the thing that you'll abuse cause you know you got it coming. Raised in the country, raised on the streets, raised on a lie so complete. All you need know it's neath someone elses feet. Pop cans, loose change, and reverie - tip your hat to the janitor steve equipped with that singing bass, making all the kids laugh. He said, "No matter how you've got it in life everyone's a child in God's eyes."

It all means, it all means
nothing about me

nothing about you
It's all lost to sea

tumbleweeds

autumn seeds

blowing in the wind

It'll all turn

every last word

into the dirt

like a lighting bug

All that remains

are the songs we sing

of the beauty living

in everything.