I Can't

Hearts are breaking on a string, and she's the puppeteer, the ring leader of fear, the hope through all the years.  Her hair covers all but one eye, an eye as dark as night, the ring leader will fight, and hold your soul tonight.

But all the kiddies love Miss Pretty and sing
My heart goes out to you
My heart is all you use
Abuse
It's a shame to let it go
But she'll never let go

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, glance to your left and gasp at the travesty we call the music industry, once in it's glory days, it now crumbles to control

Little Kiddies, come out and play, let her in your mind, say goodbye tonight, your name is hard to find.  Fall in line, and play our new game, a journey to your fame, controlled with suffering, her third eye gives you pain

 Oh my God
What have we here?  The worst of the best, the best of the most, the most of the rest.  While millions buy her she sells to no one.  She is our only hope, and hope is a bitch, a dog, a tragedy, force on everybody, everyone, every sould every eye, every mold formed to please her.  Little kiddies, come out and play.

Ring Leader

Summer time brings summer heat
Summer girls in strings and sheets
The beach is tempting every inch of my demise
Fall comes in between with pretty leaves
On pretty trees, and
My pillow won't cut it as a compromise
There's a song
To sing all year long
You're the closest thing to heart ache I've ever known

Winter brings remnants of things
Cold as ice and dark as dreams
The snow covered mountain tops make it right
Spring tells of blossoming flowers plants and magazines
And every girl just brings me back to your eyes
There's a song
To sing all year long
You're the closest thing to heartache I've ever known.

Closest Thing To Heart Ache

The Age Of Man

Soft Mellow at Swannanoa, NC

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Lyrics are food for the soul.  Melody is food for the heart.  Instrumentation is food for emotion.  So, I like food.  Music food.  That's what I give you. Well, that and lame analogies. 

PaulAlcohol