Spice Lads is Jim Waters - the inspirational spark, center, and sculptor of these songs. Blunt Objects is Bill Owens.  We have fun working together!

Rising Tide

Life is getting harder
Magnifies the pains and aches
Seems like every month lasts longer
Than the money I'm paid

We're all watching
We're all waiting
For the the storm to break
Everything's so difficult these days

I keep looking for the magic
For the trick that ends the fight
But by the end of every evening
Nothing's ever right

We're all watching
We're all waiting
For the the storm to break
Everything's so difficult these days

At the end of my dark alley
the charred remains of someone's life
Nothing left to claim but ashes
It's not nearly right

Difficult

Never saw that one coming
One day it just arrived
Living now on borrowed time
We left it there for everyone to see
But no one cared to look...

Poets who can't rhyme
Dreamers who can't sleep
Misdemeanors jealous of a felony
Drummers with no beat


Living now in the space between atoms
Never really touching anything
As far as anyone's observed
Time just flows the one way

Poets who can't rhyme
Dreamers who can't sleep
Misdemeanors jealous of a felony
Drummers with no beat

One Way

I was watching the news last night
It was all about the weather
There a storm on the horizon, it's moving fast
We'll all be in it together

A rising tide may lift all boats
But if you have no boat
And you're already standing on tiptoes
You will drown...

Some of us are better equipped
With better boats than others (at least those who HAVE a boat)
Most of us just clinging to debris
Boats without an rudder drifting aimlesly

A rising tide may lift all boats
But if you have no boat
And you're already standing on tiptoes
You will drown...

The world was never meant to be fair
A glance around should tell you all you need to know
Some of us just clinging to anything that floats
Hoping we can last a little while more

A rising tide may lift all boats
But if you have no boat
And you're already standing on tiptoes
You will drown...

People will always disappoint you
I will disappoint you
Bad things can happen
that are not new opportunities
Sometimes things just turn out wrong

The train is closer, wider, and faster than you think
Get off the track!

A constant drip wears a hole in a stone
Silent dogs always give me pause
Tongues are loose, but ears never hear
You cannot waken someone
who pretends to be asleep

The train is closer, wider, and faster than you think
Get off the track!

Get Off The Track

No halls to wander
Walls encase me
Floors and ceilings
Shrink to fit

Light and shadow 
Once resolved
Night light now deceptive
Blurry lines askew

Time's a funny thing
Folding and bending, twisting and stretching
To accommodate us all
Time is very personal that way

As it turns out
I may die after all
For most of the past, 
And more of the future
I'll be gone
As if I never were

Time's a funny thing
Folding and bending, twisting and stretching
To accommodate us all
Time is very personal that way



Personal Time

I like melody
I like harmony
I like noise underneath
I like the feel of great big sounds
Grinding past each other like continental plates

Panels from my sonic comic
Painting music from sounds
My sonic comic
Helps me get unwound

Chords that pluck emotional strings
Verses in balloons
Tempo guides my heartbeat
Chorus, lost and found

Panels from my sonic comic
Painting music from sounds
My sonic comic
Helps me get unwound


Sonic Comic

Cannibals

I expect nothing anymore
I'm rarely disappointed
And sometimes even surprised
I take things as they come these days
They're coming whether
I'm ready or not...

I'm not smart enough for so many people
To be dumber than me
But we're all just doing our best

The sky and ocean share the same colors today
There is no horizon to be seen
I already know what I need to do
But it's nice to hear it from someone else

I'm not smart enough for so many people
To be dumber than me
But we're all just doing our best


No Horizon

What scares me most is contemplating the things that scare me
I'm anxious about my anxiety
The personals today seem impersonal to me
Being ignored is a hard burden to bear

Deep breaths that feel half-full
It's hard to drink from an empty cup

We're broke --- and broken

Happiness is beyond my budget
Inheritance is looking more like ashes everyday
A generation afraid to answer the phone
Or a knock at the door

Deep breaths that feel half-full
It's hard to drink from an empty cup

We're broke --- and broken

Empty Cup

Sometimes I'm surprised
At the things I think I remember
I'm certain that some of those things
Never happened at all
Just a product of my evolution
Since that memory was made

Sometimes you just have to limp away
Fold your hand and live to play another day

Words, pointed and sharp
Can soon turn into arrows and swords
Repeating the past
Just like rewind on a movie
Expecting something new to happen
When nothing else has changed

Sometimes you just have to limp away
Fold your hand and live to play another day

