Rainbow Bones

This is a song for the satellites who stay in orbit of my life
This is a song for the satellites who stay in orbit of my life

And their never ending, solitary
Spiral rise and fall as the beat goes on of a heart they made strong

Ghost writing weekend walkabouts, through make believe like a cat in a hat...
I jot things down but the words of the sights never sound quite right

Start again, notebook and a brand new pen, a tale or two of the few we knew true legends...
While we were crossing i’s and sipping t’s

Lie like the dickens when we say where we’ve been, imagine worlds where we never grow old
(my oh my)
Would you look at time

Fancy a lazy day scenic promenade? A cavalcade out of town to "Baby Lemonade"?
Rally round Syd’s sound and the random rhymes from a heart of gold and a mind sublime

Broke character, breaking a smile, when you remember the feel because it’s been a while
Rolling emerald hills and sapphire skies, and high up above diamond satellites

This is a song for the satellites who stay in orbit of my life
(Spiraling up and down, spiraling round and round)
This is a song for the satellites who stay in orbit of my life
(Spiraling up and down, spiraling round and round)

And their never ending, unrelenting
Siren’s call to alms as the beat goes on of a heart so strong

Well everybody needs a helping hand, “through thick and thin” and “for goodness sake”... 
We're buried under an avalanche of mistakes we've made

Let’s go get up and on your feet, new shoes, no clue when out of the blue...
They come crashing in cashing in an IOU

Hurt like the dickens when they ripped you apart, stealing your heart to sell it for a song

The Dominoes that fell just get you here, familiar faces fading out over the years
One by one they fall, seemingly nondescript, save the ones who made the travel worth the trip

And as the days go by measured in 9 to 5s and the occasional post proving we’re still alive
A punchline in the best, and worst of times, a lifeline for the few remaining satellites

This is a song for the satellites who stay in orbit of my life
(Spiraling up and down, spiraling round and round)
This is a song for the satellites who stay in orbit of my life
(Spiraling up and down, spiraling round and round)

And their never ending, unrelenting
Siren’s call to alms, as the beat goes on, of a heart so strong

This is a song for the satellites…

Songs for Satellites

Everybody likes to have somebody, no one wants to be alone
Wading through the undertow
Of every gilded lobby, dinner party, drowning till it’s time to go
And we go wherever the wind blows

Side by side
(Yeah) We ride or die
And you know you may not make it out alive
To hear that ever after laughter after all

Blow by blow as the alcohol flows, a dance with knives, to “songs in the key of life”
And as the angels sing yeah you better believe we’re leaving no one behind
It’s looking to me like loyalty has got some excess associated fees

Make it one more round for the gallery, watch supersonic Captain Robert ride out with his legendary knights sublime echoing a melody, a strum of strings, a song to sing

Born a butterfly flying beautifully fluttering into the blue, but along the way, the blue turns gray, the extraordinary turns mundane, shit’s bleak as fuck bro, pub crawling your way back home

While everybody talks like they’re somebody, on the day they’re one and done
Drive-by empty promises
They got no time to align their mouth and money, got no time to see shit through
Through thick and thin I’ll always count on you

Side by side
We ride or die
(And) We know we may not live to see the end of the night
To hear that ever after laughter after all

You know you can look like a tool picking a fight every night, what’s a fool to do
Until it’s 10 till 2 and the last round’s on you, whistling “closing time”
Until a quarter to 3 and then royalty resumes their mission spilling into the streets

Make it one more round for the gallery, watch supersonic Captain Robert ride out with his legendary knights sublime echoing a melody, a strum of strings, a song to sing

Make it two more rounds as the gallery watch supersonic Captain Robert ride off into obscurity, but standing tall, he bows to scant applause, the curtain call, the rise and fall

Work <> Life Balance

Ride or Die

Day after day winding your way through the hills of grave reminders of those yesterdays
And after a day or two of wondering who… you’ll find, faces calling you back to a better time

Now and again, fear creeping in, riding out an average Monday on the metro line 
Your station passes by buying you time, time staring out the window at another life

Sink or swim, they tossed you in the deep end when all you wanted was cup of tea, some stability
A paint by number nicely ordered life, sometimes blue or green staying well within the lines  

Right as rain, stepping off the train and into a night alive with bright and shiny things saved normally for dreams
Taking the wrong way home, no one will mind, because no ones home these days, they’ve been away now, for a while

One… Two… Three... GO

We can take it all in stride
[Everybody's lost somebody]
And we will meet on the other side
[People come and go]
Take your pain let it make you stronger
Add your fear to make you feel alive

[Round and round and]
[Always around and around and around we go]
[Survey the grounds and note the highs and the lows]
Something’s in bloom but god only knows

So softly the wind blows through my window
Step outside to free my mind
A light in the night sky
A meteor flyby 
Catches my eye…
Record, Play, Rewind

We can take it all in stride
[Everybody's lost somebody]
And we will meet on the other side
[Everybody knows]
Take your pain let it make you stronger
Add your fear to make you feel alive

We can take it all in stride
[What'll I do without the daily routine, painting by numbers the blues and the greens]
And we will meet on the other side
[Survey the grounds and note the highs and the lows, something's in bloom but god only knows]
Take your pain let it wash away like tears in rain under a fearless sky

Record, Play, Rewind

La la la… 

Staring down the hour and the minute hand on a ticking bomb
Face to face we negotiate like a terror-cell singalong

In conference calls the bloody eggshell walls start closing in as we begin to think:  
“where did it all go wrong”... still we sing along

These are the songs we sing for no good reason
A daily work song sung for no good reason… and we can’t help ourselves but to sing on and on

Spiraling 'round as we’re ran to ground, taking much more than we’re designed to take
But when our will breaks down, we can’t help but drown in a spill of electronic ink

High up in halogen halls, there sits a Pavlov’s dog patiently waiting, salivating for salvation at the closing bell, preconditioned by the sights and the smells

On overpasses where we die en masse as the angels lead us one by one towards a spark of life, down the barrel of a loaded gun

La la la...

These are the songs we sing for no good reason
A daily work song sung for no good reason

These are the songs we sing for no good reason
A daily work song sung for no good reason

Disconnecting dots plans fall apart, but in the end that’s all a part of letting go 
Designed for loss, the more we lose, we grow

Work Song

Subtle signals 
Precious, but unpredictable 
Wondering why you’ve been so kind

Unspoken frequencies 
Waves crash through what I really need
Drowning in lines of a different kind

Replay a day at a time of toothy smiles and the little white-lies
Then hit RECORD, PLAY, REWIND new words I’d use to relate and break-through when writing to reach you

But the ambulance won’t arrive
Before the daylight’s dead inside 
No more sparks initiate, what it takes, to formulate, the words to say
"It’s okay to flicker and fade under a deadline never made"

Awkward intervals
A silence so safe but brutal
Borrowing time for a look in kind

Re-reading the words
That I once hoped you’d read 
Yeah, I’m not sure they’ll mean to you 
what they mean… to me

Replaying days at a time, of crooked smiles too exhausted to lie
Wait, re-RECORD it, PLAY it back, REWINDing how I used to get so confused when fighting to see you

But no ambulance arrived in time
Leaving the patient bleeding out already dead inside
Choking on what it takes to communicate hurtful words just to say 
"I’M NOT OKAY to flicker then fade, past a deadline I never made"

Put down the phone. Eyes to the sky. it’ll be okay

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