Holy Smokes

Grattitude ~ rustic cut~

Kanaloa [Daydream]

Tree song

When will my eyes go
When will my lids quit caring
When will my sight grow pale

So where will my eyes go
Where will my feet keep carrying on
Where will my eyes go then

Where will my eyes go then

Give me a mask
Give me a photograph of a different past
Does it make you busy every time I ask
It's typical

Give me a boat
Give me an oar and tell me don't let go
Julie tell me

Having you there
Found some time to speak at your stares
After I awoke to the sound of repair
Typical

Having you there
When you take me to shore
Tell a swollen soul his life can be more
It's typical I'm not asking for more
Julie tell me

Typical

Days are looming light growing aloud; but all red balloons can't come back down from the clouds. For heavens above, what a sap; bet I can't afford my ticket back. No more cushion in this crown; not blue but unsound. Only a light from the sky to tell me if the morning come (for heavens above), who could stay in the dark to tell me if the morning come. Not your moon and not your sun.

Not your sun

Should the stars bring us home, should the fire keep us warm, till we find another road, should I stay? I would not know.
Down the hillside this way ends, there another one begins: a coal black mountain made of smoke. 
How many cars are on the road? 
I won't start a panic
If you don't start a panic

Panic

I was jamming with crickets last night. They were like chirpy chirp chirp-a-chirp, and I was like dlang dlang ding-a-ding-a-doo dah. That's how it went, kids, true story.

JPJ