Help Each Other Out

On My Way

OK Then

Help Each Other Out Pt.2 (Hand In Hand)

I know you will treat me clean, But I'll fight back dirty and mean,
So please, don't try to help, I don't need the pure law that comes from your mouth,

Pull the plug, caked bath-tub needs a scrub,
Lick of paint, feeds the few, veins constrict,

I'll take a seat, anywhere I please, any day that don't feel like defeat,
I wanna bring truth to this honesty, that I feel inside, an honest storm



Crying Ghost

(Admitting Fear - Acoustic guitar/Vocals performance and composition
Ben Malkin - Electric guitar performance and composition.)

Lyrics:

I can't see the day when I wake up, and find I've got it all right,
I can't see the day when I wake up, but I can see tomorrow in the night,
And the night lies, it is always today,

And the night's got spells, and treats me well, cradles me in her arms, 
But she is a pitch black liar, it is always today. 

If she can't deceive yer, It's time to go deeper,
Eat tar and stand below the stars, She'll never change her spots, but that's why I love her, Never feels close to when she's around, Unless she feels me close with arms around, Cuz when that sun rises, we can see everything, and we've got to go. 





Pitch Black (ft. Ben Malkin)

Irreversible control of severed burns
That take the shake of a hundred thousand turns
A pleading has no meaning when there's no one to return
It sets just like a manic frost, And beckons glares to show concern

Upturning all the careful placements, Brings me hope to see a fresh live seed
And in the mean time there's no cover and I'm hurt, Help is never on its way

These dreams are never quite as clear as I deserve
And I got into trouble when I took them as more than words
And in them all she's my adhesive film, The trick is not to forget when you're being forgotten. 

Help Is Never On Its Way

Prominent

Love's shed all of her leaves, And it is time for the cold hard storm, But as she sleeps she knows, Her time will come again, Cuz this is just another sleep , And everything's time comes again. And this is just another sleep, Cuz everything's time comes again, Her leaves are blowing everywhere, Along the streets and in through open doors, There to rest till summer comes, You know firewood is scarce, And she would burn well, But I can't bring myself past a few swings, Can't bear the drawn out ache, To watch her bleed and weep

Trees

i will feel the same old shades of blue
and vanish in the air for days
to regain nothing but my footing
on this sour untrusted plain 
forever making mud bricks night and day
seeking better platforms on which to sway
and play like a thousand video tapes
in pure poetic beauty they display

there's that part that says never again
forever and ever amen

i've come to say thankyou,
for a job well done,
this crusty pendulum soul,
is all that's left to be won
a race for which we walk,
and then at end we fall undone
should i be terrified of this?
i can't see what i have won