Starve the Decoy

Caught between your rhythms, lying in your fields
Before the dissolution of my world

The fall had been completed, and verbal were your eyes
Clapping with contentment were your fans

Racing with your rhythms, conflicted were your views
Searching for recruitments were your fans

You said that you were sorry, you said you’ve changed your mind
While painting pretty pictures on our wall

Loss, a revolution, you simply play along
The cherished may be traded for a song

Saw that I was empty, empty as my words
Caught between the rhythm of your world

Spinning with your rhythm, missing were the cues
Slowly starve the decoy was the plan

No hope had been conceded, no beauty was withdrawn
No silly declarations or demands

Love's a revolution, you're simply strung along
The sacred may be hidden in a song

Saw that you were empty, empty as your words
Caught between the rhythm of your world

Starve the Decoy

Ruby Monday (Good Enough)

She was never good enough, for all the roles they handed out in life
She waited oh so patiently, for someone who could finally see her pain

But the author never showed up in her land, at least in no way she could understand
understand for her life

She stood upon her pedestal, eating more though feeling full inside
Confusion is the final state, for all the love we confiscate with lies

And she could never ever turn the page, from years of mother’s sycophantic rage
all the rage she held inside

And the tranquilizers never did the trick, they always left her feeling somewhat sick,
sickened and alone


Friends would call with their advice, of what to do to make things right and new
But they hadn’t lived through what they spoke, their words were simply borrowed quotes and views

And their answers could never quite withstand, all the questions which a heart demands,
 a heart demands to know

Take a stroll along the shore of stillborn lives and metaphors unseen
There you’ll find a horror show of drowning souls that couldn’t let go and be

And they never ever tire of their hands, of building pretty castles in the sand,
for eternity

photo by Sydney Sims

Ruby Monday (Good Enough)

Met Her On Arrival

And then you met her on arrival, she stole your heart like a new religion
Devil's child wore her smile, on and on her kisses carried you

Cold riches, you cannot find peace of mind in your securities
Cold riches, you're bound to see what you'll be for opportunity

And then you opted for denial, a buried head with blurry vision
Pure sarcasm mixed with guile, the doctor called, the symptoms must be true

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And then you had a premonition, a thousand things you might be missing
Deja Vu and indecision, it's crazy how they're both inside of you

Cold riches, you cannot find peace of mind in your securities
Cold riches, you're bound to see what you'll be for opportunity

Settle down, little mama, settle down to find your way
Settle down, little lady, settle down to keep your self

photo by Mikkel Frimer-Rasmussen

Met Her On Arrival

Singer/songwriter crafting original funky-folky-rootsy-bluesy-psychedelic-americana-rock music. I write, arrange, produce, & record all my own material.

"Music & rhythm find their way into the secret places of the soul.” ~ Plato

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