Perfect Blue

A fly on the wall of this lonesome apartment
Might see his reflection in burns in the carpet

If that crucifix hung on the wall wouldn’t stop you
Then what the hell am I supposed to do?

I could get in your way, I could just sit in the corner
And let the plates hit the floor, so I could tell you I warned you
I could say what I’m feeling, but that ain’t important to you

And when the grey slips away from those stormy skies
Then the shade finally matches your mood
Such a perfect blue


Perfect Blue

Suicidal Ingrate

Thanks for asking man I feel a hole lot better
I used to wonder but I guess that now we’ll never know
It breaks my heart

If I know anything it’s that every words was measured
I’m holding on because I’m terrified to let it go
It’s just a thought
But I’m too tired to take it apart
I used to think I was so goddamn smart
But it ain’t the way it feels no more
It’s different than it was

It’d all be different if she’d have just come out and said it
All that anyone can do now is regret it
It breaks my heart

I had to lie because the truth would only upset her
It’s getting late so it was time that I was heading home
We were so lost
I only knew I had to make it across
And if I’m lonely now it’s not my fault

Hit the target and won a prize at the county fair
Walked away empty handed just like you didn’t care
Those carnival rides never really got us anywhere
Because when the ride was done
It brought you back to where you first begun

Shot gun blast ripping a hole in you alibi
Artifacts left behind from your suicide
The color slowly draining away from your pretty eye
And puddles on the floor
So she isn’t going to cry no more
It’s different than it was when I was here before
And you can see that it’s breaking my heart
And you got everybody playing their part
And if you want to hear me tell you that I’m sorry 
Well I’m sorry I’m not

Thanks for asking I feel a whole lot better


Suicidal Ingrate

150 Miles to Nashville

60 Seconds Wasted

Come on pretty baby
Step a little closer
Step out into the light so I can
See the color of your sleepy eyes

Don’t leave me here waiting 
Just tell me that you’re staying
To hear you say my name can sometimes
It can sometimes help me sleep at night

I’m sorry baby
Don’t you feel bad about it
Lips are moving but I just didn’t hear you say
That every minute that you stay 
Is sixty seconds wasted

Come on pretty baby
Don’t lead me into danger
The walls are closing in upon me
It’s only natural to flee or fight
There ain’t no use debating
Now that the feelings here have faded
Doesn’t it seem like a shame that somehow
Everyone you love will die

I’m sorry baby 
No I’m not proud about
It’s just another in a long list of mistakes
But if that’s just what it takes
Then how could I replace it

I’m sorry baby
Don’t you feel bad about it
A simple memory that couldn’t be erased
But you can never be the same
From the moment that you taste it


60 Seconds Wasted

The Damage is Done

Bleary-eyed baby are you feeling forsaken
Now that you’ve finally awakened
To see that it isn’t okay the levy gave way
The water surrounds us there’s no place to run
It’s too late, the damage is done

And those casualties that you see on T.V.
Somebody’s mother somebody’s daughter somebody’s son
Seems the ladder to high-ground has no bottom rung
It’s too late the damage is done

The world is on fire with this choking pollution 
And there ain’t no solution so we need to all care
Because we breathe the same air
Silly bus driver with your payload of one
It’s too late the damage is done

What their corporate greed doesn’t want to you to see
Is that the ending has already begun
And the poison we’re breathing with block out the sun
It’s too late the damage is done

There ain’t no guaranteeing 
So I still believe in the hope of a good day to come
I ain’t no type of genius but man I ain’t dumb
It’s too late the damage is done

So come on and take heart my brother and all of you down trodden people
In the mosque temple and steeple
We pray the same way
We’re saying the same thing
But somehow there’s hatred when that message is spun
It’s too late the damage is done

You see there’s really no need and no way to succeed 
fighting battles that cannot be won
It ain’t no solution man put down that gun
It’s too late the damage is done

I’d like nothing more to believe he was God’s only son
But it’s too late the damage is done
It’s too late the damage is done


The Damage is Done

New American Way
I’m not too far from the Johnson County Jail
So I’ll just walk on home if I ever make bail
First American Generation destine to fail
William Bailey won’t you please come home

They say we fought a war but I’d have never have known 
If I’d have turned off the TV or put down the phone 
And if it cost us penny it doesn’t really show
Turn your prayer book to chapter thirteen please

And when the greatest generation
Finally came home
They left the black man sitting on the back of the bus
You can tell me it was a long time ago and things are different today
That there’s a new American way

I got a ’70 Cadillac it’s as big as a whale
It doesn’t really run but it isn’t for sale
And if I wasn’t on probation I’d be out riding the rail
Maybe head on down to New Orleans

We thought we had it made when the Soviets fell
Let our refineries rust and our schools go to hell
And no one said nothing when they poisoned the well
Could you make mine a cup of hot tea please.

And when the peace and love generation
Finally came down
They gave their sons and daughters their own little Viet Nam
Next time we take it to Woodstock we’re going to make them pay pay pay
It’s the new American way

It’s probably not the dumbest thing ever done on a dare
So here goes nothing man you better stand clear
I’m going to light this little fucker up with nothing to fear
And put it on the You-tube

You wouldn’t ever know if she was dead or alive
From a place where evolution couldn’t seem to survive
Leaves us shouting all the way across the American divide
Saying hooray for my team
And when the X, Y, Z generations finally came around
They were too fat and lazy to swim so they drown
Kept in a frame and then thrown in a game that they were 
Ill prepared to play
It’s the new American way

Perfect Blue

Thomas Pace

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