In Loving Memory (of Blind-Man-a-Chitlin)

Hey have you ever
Walked the streets with them haunting you
Hey have you ever
Seen the lights hit the avenue
Hey! Have you ever!
Felt that God had forgotten you
Hey have you ever
Wish that death would come after you

Cry till your blind!
Cry till your blind!
Cry till your blind!
Cry till your blind!

If you only knew
If you only knew
Who was after you
If you only knew
I'm warning you
I am warning you
I am warning you
I am warning you

Cry till your blind!
Cry till your blind!
Cry till your blind!
Cry till your blind!

Cry till your blind!
Cry till your blind!
Cry till your blind!
 

© 2012 Robert Lee Curtis,  Robert Lee Curtis II

In Loving Memory (Blind Man-a-Chiltlin)

From Me To You From Somewhere I'm Not (Sane)

Lately I've noticed
To push play before send
And the candle is blowing
But there's really no wind
Secrets I've been keep'n
Eat away at my brain
I pray this temple burns down
Leaving me again
Sane, sane, sane, sane

One day I'm glowing
Another I'm dark
I keep you from knowing
My swallowed remark
My future is empty
A sunset of pain
I pray this temple burns down
Leaving my again
Sane, sane, sane, sane

Have you had some trouble sleep'n
Making lines in the sky
Are your eyelids busy seep'n
All the hate and the lies
I won't be round here too long
I can tell in my head
They will buy a lovely tombstone
And on it read
Sane

© 2012 Robert Lee Curtis,  Robert Lee Curtis II

From Me To You From Somewhere I'm Not (Sane)

Season Of Regret (Passage To Morrow)

Cold blue-steel hard drives
Keeps their eyes on, every byte
Battled reception
twix the outlaws and the night

Passage to Morrow

Magazine cover
paint your face up, like a whore
Pale frozen baby
 who gets washed up on the shore

Passage to Morrow

Stung by a beetle
Made you thirsty to succeed
record turn needle
Cause your fingers to blister and bleed

Liquid-blue sky light
Help these nightmares from my head
A cheerful fat snowman
Who holds magic on his head
A malt liquor buzz treat
That took light-years to finesse
A thunderous whore-priest
who keeps lighting in her pants

Raise up an army
Storm the Whitehouse, make it fast
Make justice your war cry
Leave corruption in the past
Let children eat gold bars
Like their fathers did before
And when they have no teeth
Send them crying into war


© 2012 Robert Lee Curtis,  Robert Lee Curtis II

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