(2012)
Oh brother where have you gone? You up and left when the summer co… You left me in winter, without any… Oh my brother where have you gone? I remember when we were young,
On the inside I have an armored suit On the outside I play the empathy flute You tell me I can’t handle it
The Words! The Words! I’ve seen my whole life, They come with a swirl, And fly from my sight, Into horizons, I dare not press t…
Valley shot of the terrace view, the people who, commence to paint the canvas of societal truth, through intro’s new, straightened askew, time and time again, through immemorial plains ...
Its a hard ramblin’ road, I’ve seen and I’ve walked, On yellow street lines of pavement… And through white lines of chalk, I keep my head down,
Upon the love light deep in the ni… I stand outside in the rain Roaring past the freight trains All run out of love’s games Alone with everything but the sham…
“Tell me, what other than a woman is sweeter than honey?” Wettest, softest, brightest, most delicious, heated And for what happened next, it can’t be explained, Cigarette smoke float...
In a room full of mirrors, Which one is real? Thunder pounds in the distance, Oh that I can feel, The brazen weight of the future,
In the town, at sundown, he came from the underground, Sunset blazing, colors of light shifting in the spacing and placing of eyes, The crowd stood good all around the man from the unde...
Tell me who you love baby I say, tell me who you love lady? We’ll take my ride, watch stars fl… under the endless night sky Tell me who you love and why?
She’s got such a good heart It just lies broken in the rain For I left her when winter came And we met equally in between During the summer of '14
Past the calm lake where, Geese usually flock, Through and through, A shattered rock path that, Has been forgot,
The sun’s going down, And all the crowds around, We keep trying to burn, The bush that Moses found, Oh can you stay,
If I could only go blind for a da… Not to be bombarded by the coming… Colors, trees, blades of grass, Drifting, swaying, the way the mus… Oh so naturally,
Before me, a field is Open, More roots than can be counted, The songs they sing, bring life in… Essence or non-essence? Struggle or strife?