Friday, January 29, 2010

Why

And so you went away with half a say
Please tell me why?

You left me in the cold, with just a mold
Please tell me why?

WHY?

You made me turn around and see the up
You didn't , why?
You left an empty space I can't replace.
I'd never try
The things I want to hear are disappeared.
Too late to cry

Angels keep falling and dirt keeps on rolling oh my…
My, why did you fall?

Why?
Too much too hold.
Why?

You broke
Trapped in the middle of this great lie
Why?
Did you not know why?
This is all show.
Why so soon?
You should have waited to see it bloom
And so you went away with half a say
Please tell me why?
You left us in the cold, with just a mold
Please tell me why?

WHY?

I stare into the beast in endless feast
It will not die
But you made it your friend until the end
Please tell me why?
You could have let it be and let the sea
Take you on a ride

Angels keep falling and dirt keeps on rolling oh my…
My, why did you fall?
Why?

Too much too hold.
Why?
You broke
Trapped in the middle of this great lie
Why?
Did you not know why?
This is all show.
Why so soon?
You should have waited to see it bloom
Oh why?

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Long Slow Goodbye

Where have you gone again my sweet?
Everybody wants to know
Where have you gone again my sweet?
Everybody wants to know
Where you gone?

I'm just a ghost, i'm on your street
Waitin', when you comin' home?
Gone so long
Where you gone?
On a long slow goodbye?

In every voice, i hear you speak
Waitin' by the telephone
I close my eyes, i just can't sleep
Roll & tumble all night long
All night long

Where you gone?
I close my eyes, i just can't sleep
Where have you gone again my sweet?
On a long slow goodbye?
On a long slow goodbye...

Goodbye

parenthood

oh the wind is blowing, it hurts your skin
as you climb up hillside, forest and fen.
your arms full of lullabies, orchids and wine
your memories wrapped within paper and twine.
the room that you lie in is dusty and hard
sleeping soft babies on piles of yards
of gingham, taffeta, cotton and silk
your dry hungry mouths cry for your mother's milk.
when the dawn comes to greet you, you'll rise with clothes on
and advance with the others, singing old songs
of cattle and maidens and withered old queens.
let the music carry you on.
the room that you lie in is dusty and hard
sleeping soft babies on piles of yards
of gingham, taffeta, cotton and silk
your dry hungry mouths cry for your mother's milk.