It's not that complicated

belief?

wistful

tired of solitaire, rather play hearts 
maybe in spades, it takes at least two to play war 
tired of solitude, hidden in crowds 
if maybe's get laid, they're living to loud 

a face, maybe tears 
without the fears, wistful 
a trace through the years 
faded but clear, wistful 

mired in memories i'd rather forget 
maybe today, give up for lent 
mired and morbid bound, reliving mistakes 
if maybe did matter i might be awake 

a face, maybe tears 
without the fears, wistful 
a trace through the years 
faded but clear, wistful 

hope in an deluge of sorrow 
dreams reborn but after tomorrow 

wired with worry, why i don't know 
maybe its strange, but onwards to slow 
wired and hurried, the world now awaits 
maybe in time to touch and embrace 

a face, maybe tears 
without the fears, wistful 
a trace through the years 
faded but clear, wistful 

hope resurrected, love maybe known 
thought even once, or even shown 
still wistful 

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wistful

Close Enough To Lose You

close enough to lose you

Somewhere Else

somewhere else

suressence bleu

melancholy noise contemplating the effect(s) of prescription medication 

lyrics

thought to take the pain away
for more than a few minutes
more than a few days
thought to make it all go away
for more than her forgiveness
of all of my mistakes

she never answers
that's not her fault
never ever should have got her involved
release the pressure
collapse the gestalt
another swallow and the problems solved
like a murder of sorrows
a murder of sorrows

quietly submerging
in pools of my mind
fallow years diverging
silently sounding
the depths of real time
this "me" that "i" is drowning

the little pill(s) will bring peace again
lets a mind rest
that's too tired to mend
the little pill(s) will bring quiet within
all for the best
she won't have to listen
to a murder of sorrows
a murder of sorrows

quietly submerging
in pools of my mind
fallow years diverging
silently sounding
the depths of real time
this "me" that "i" is drowning
in a murder of sorrows

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a murder of sorrows wip

it is what it is, rock n pop and a little hiphop

fall

Mr. Trump

Old school positive protest folk

We can change the world
-----------------------------------

tired of hearing answers
that are never yes or no
not even of the questions
that were asked
tired of hearing liars
whose true colours they promote
where everything is a reason
for a new tax

You and me, we can change the world
We've always had the power
We can change the world
Every second, every minute, every hour

tired of hearing the same lies
repeated constantly
not even trying to hide it
in some half truth of today
tired of hearing about collaged trysts
no morals or decency
we are all the half wits
media junkies who do as simon says

But you and me, we can change the world
We've always had the power
We can change the world
Every second, every minute, every hour

the media is their servant
changing false to point of fact
the disciples of the moment
beliefs created for hard cash

Still you and me, we can change the world
We've always had the power
We can change the world
Every second, every minute, every hour

Yes you and me,  we can change the world
We've always had the power
We can change the world
Every second, every minute, every hour

We can change the world
We've always had the power
We can change the world
Every second, every minute, every hour

Yes you and me,  we can change the world
We've always had the power
We can change the world
Every second, every minute, every hour

Yes you and me, we can change the world
We've always had the power

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All rights reserved

nowhere

We can change the world

A little sad cynical poppish countryish commentary on belief

Summer Comes

windswept

listen

out of the darkness

something to believe in 
some order to our lives 
something to invest in 
a future we decide 
truths that still mean something 
honesty and trust 
money isn't anything 
another symbol in the dust 
to have to hold that nothing 
when there is nothing left to buy 

send the jobs to Asia
they like them over there 
electronics are no finer 
because they all now come from there 
close the plants in Canada 
ask the Dragons, they'll tell you to 
so we can service this la la land 
and pretend we know, we do 
 
kaka phonied democracy 
the requests of summer crowds 
no winter time memories 
more drinks and games and clowns 
principles left in the darkness 
where the morals have to hide 
begging for forgiveness 
for knowing justice died 
worship the corporate rites 
where greed and profits lie 

tired of "good" government 
tired of corporate ties 
tired of special interest groups 
pretending they know what's right 
tired of letting "money" 
make its way with any truth 
tired of being told how it is 
when they lie about the proof 

out of the darkness, into the light 

power thrown away 
but the rates they must stay high 
no left nor right nor center now 
convenience rules the day 
make every politician liable 
they might change their tune 
when their livelihood is threatened 
by leading us to ruin 
cause there are no consequences 
to all these games they play

remove the corporate protection 
so the owners have to choose 
between profit and staying alive 
without the laws that they abuse 
remove shareholder immunity 
so the lies that they uphold 
can be put up for all to see 
this raping of our world 

out of the darkness, into the light 
out of the darkness

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All rights reserved

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