What an absolutely beautiful song. The piano is haunting. Mike O

I caught you red handed in my sock drawer 
Counting my hard earned pay 
I said, “Sorry babe, I’m gonna have to
Pull a Bukowski, ok?”
I’m just a fool for you like a forgery master 
Giving you a higher grade
My fallen fortress is too far gone 
To harvest anymore gold babe

I like my sheets dirty, I like my meat gamey 
My bedroom kitchens burning down 
My perky perpetrator 
Is in the cheese grater 
I’d rather mess around on uneven ground 
My point to prove is moot 
My fortune cookie says, “You’ll never 
Learn how to read a woman anyway, man.”

Baby I’ll give you all my per diem 
Cause I believe in a wax museum 
It’s a matter of time 
When you melt you’ll be mine 
I’m gonna mold you 
Then I’m gonna hold you

You use a broom to fly, it’s such a beautiful sight 
I’d almost die for a ride
It’s like a rebirth 
Every time my fever breaks inside 
My whole crew agrees you frayed my heart strings 
Like a seamstress of demise 
I told them all go to hell
I’m under the best spell of my life 

I ate the candy wrapper, became a knee slapper 
Laughing stock, what a riot 
Not supposed to drool over fake stuff 
Emotional masturbation 
I pulled the joker card, it’s what I’m choking on
But I’m the sharpest tool in the shed 
I got my shovel and rake 
So I can hammer in some mistakes 

Baby I’ll give you all my per diem 
Cause I believe in a wax museum 
It’s a fool proof plan  
When you’re wax in my hand
I’m gonna mold you 
Then I’m gonna hold you

I’m hallucinating 
She’s the acid in my veins
Pink elephants dance all around us 
Be careful not to crowd us
She might break 

Baby I’ll give you all my per diem 
Cause I believe in a wax museum 
It’s a matter of time 
When you melt you’ll be mine 
It’s a fool proof plan  
When you’re wax in my hand
I’m gonna mold you 
Then I’m gonna hold you

Wax Museum

I remember Highland Park in 2004 
I was in love with a beautiful whore 
She tore me to pieces 
But lord did I love her 

We got dollar tacos every night down at the truck 
Until they were busted for feeding us cat guts 
After she threw up
We made the sweetest love

Why is it I must be nostalgic for 
The lowest brokest times of all

Before she took off I stole her underwear 
I sniffed them and cried and fell down the stairs 
I crawled down to her work 
And watched her flirt with some jerk 

If I had bigger balls I’d have murdered them both 
Instead I moved to London but got deported for coke 
Left a note on her windshield said I was back home 
She never even called me back…What a joke 

Low and behold I heard she removed our matching tattoo
I still got mine on my right pelvic bone 
A daily reprieve from my Highland Park Ho 
Like Robert Frost let the myna bird go 
Wish I could do that with my Highland Park Ho

Highland Park Ho

You never cared much, did you really
What you would amount to 
So you make believe you’re crazy 
Just to raise an eyebrow or two

Every year on your birthday you curse the moon 
It’s as if you’re ashamed to hold a balloon
Its ok to eat cake when you’re blue 

You never bothered me about anything 
You were the only one who let me be
Like a trap door for a demon 
You absorb everything 

Every year on your birthday you run away 
Like a milk carton kid with a cardboard face
I remember when I heard you say 

“Enoch’s keys jangle from my belt loop now
He bestowed them to me like a torch that’s passing down.”

You learned karate well did you now
If you got some moves then let me see
While  your new found violence is amazing 
You have no idea where you’ve been 

Every year on your birthday you lose your mind 
Said the calvary warped you through a pyramid’s eye 
Make a wish on a candle before you die

I know a psychonaut when I see one 
Thank you for introducing me 
You were born for more than a boring 
Third dimensional reality 

Now you got a new birthday got a new name 
After an ancient angel who stole your brain 
I still remember when I heard you say


“Enoch’s keys jangle from my belt loop now
He bestowed them to me like a torch that’s passing down.”

Feast of lights
Oh host of the heavens 
You mustn’t define 
What’s beyond definition 

You took the high road did you really
Think we would all just follow suit 
By believing in your elaborate stories
That made you out to be the truth 

“Enoch’s keys jangle from my belt loop now
He bestowed them to me like a torch that’s passing down.”
“Enoch’s keys jangle from my belt loop now
He bestowed them to me like a torch that’s passing down.”


Enoch’s Keys

Enoch’s Keys

In the distant lines 
of a farewell song 
stuck below a sentence 
too short to be long 
Systems crash and burn 
with the wave of a hand 
calling all cars to recall 
just where we stand 

In the subtlety of words 
And the mystery of the mind 
In the promise of the truth 
Before the first born lie 
In the calm of a current 
that never wants to break 
it’s apparent that transparency 
is all we got at stake 

Unsung heroes of the slow dance 
The unsung melodies where romance lives 
My telescope heart 
My outer space love
Will you sing with me my sweet?
Bring unsung heroes to their feet

In the clink of a glass 
of an empty toast 
Drowning in the cheers 
as the host begins to choke
Running for the hills 
but sadly missed the train 
Should we take a walk 
or should we wait another day?

In the center of the palm
there’s a depth we’ve yet to sink 
Hold the air inside, close your eyes 
try not to think 
In the mirror appears all
the fears still in your wake
In a pinch we figure how 
to give more than we take

Unsung Heroes

Open up the portal and you’ll see 
Nothing but creation 
Elements like fabric come apart 
What a sweet sensation 
I recognize the beauty 
In your eyes
It comes from somewhere other 
Than this time 

All the new horizons that are born
Coming into purview 
Now that integration is at hand
We all humbly thank you
Setting into motion 
Fluid love 
Like a billion scattered light beams
In your heart 

Let the hummingbird go 
Let it soar through your soul 
Let the hummingbird know 
It is free to roam

Tops of the trees, tips of our tongues 
The spoken word defines you
Those who have served and come to pass
This dimension honors you
Dim the lights and you will see
What’s inside 
Oh how fast the wing will flutter
On the rise 

Let the hummingbird go 
Let it soar through your soul 
Let the hummingbird know 
It is free to roam
Let the hummingbird go 
Let it soar through your soul 
Let the hummingbird know 
It is free to roam

The Hummingbird

Focus now on your breath 
Try not to yield to the head trip
I said, beware of your head 
Burn down your pedestal now 
Let your high horse gallop out 
Of town, put your knees on the ground 
Catch phrases on your tongue 
They put’em on your pallet when you were young 
But it’s done, break the spell my son

Just one thing left to say
One more this I can say
Thank you my lord, thank you my lord 
For This Day 

If you climb out the window now 
And try to escape your shadow 
I doubt, you’ll out run yourself 
Make love straight to your prayers 
Anchor your kite to the light we share 
It’s everywhere, it’s right there in the air
Let your song pour from your lungs 
Sing it to the world with the morning sun
Become, emulate the one

Just one thing left to say
One more thing I can say
Thank you my lord, thank you my lord 
For This Day

When they bury your bones in the ground
Or cremate your body with your loved ones 
Cheering loud, your legacy is proud 
Believe me, you and me reign 
Supreme on this earth as we emanate 
Grace, for the human race
Before this song is done
I better tell you what we’re made from
The one and only love

For This Day

She called me Devil 
And she swore she was God in chains 
She said she was Mary Magdalene 
I might be Noah 
Or at least that’s what they think
They said I’m here to build an arc

I could be one or all those things 
But I’m pretty sure I’m just me 

She called me Satan 
And she swore she was Jesus, yeah right
Then why’s her hell so full of fury? 
My pickers broken 
Or at least that’s what a therapist said 
I might be a broken long stem rose 

I’ll decide what I’m gonna be 
But I’m pretty sure I’m just me 

So keep ‘em comin girl 
Keep claiming all my names 
Even Luciferian 
I’m just trying to forge a legacy 
That starts and ends with me

So answer me, who were all those things
When you’re looking right back at me

Incarnate

Hollow bodies at the bottom 
All living in the same dream 
I wouldn’t wish upon you 
All I know but I’m 
The cat that got the cream 

Machine age mammals on the hunt for green
We all got a price on our head 
Machine age mammals legacy of greed 
Like fallen stars 

Picking up all the special pieces 
Hording them all in a vault 
I’ll cock a barrel for some honesty 
Stick ‘em up and gimme the lot 

Machine age mammals come on look for me 
I’m right here under your nose
Machine age mammals tyranny of fear
Go on and move to Mars

How do you sleep? Counting clones of sheep 
How do you sleep? Buzzing droves of drones 

Ain’t got nothing on the natives
Psilocybin, LSD 
Spoiled little pharmaceutical babies 
Rats will kill their own for cheese 

Machine age mammals you’re a dying breed 
You can’t spend your bread when you’re dead 
Machine age mammals going extinct 
Well that’s the funny part 

How do you sleep? Counting clones of sheep 
How do you sleep? Buzzing droves of drones 
How do you sleep? Counting clones of sheep 
How do you sleep? Buzzing droves of drones

Machine Age Mammals

Find me where the tail spin blows 
I’ll be caught up far beyond my means
Maybe all the sadness will
Drink the Kool aid and die 

Pony up and pay the piper for your seed 
Bury it in the ground
Right at sundown 
Everybody knows you’ll mend in time 
Sprinkled with a little Hokus Pokus 

Woke up in the barrio this morn 
I’m more of a night owl it seems 
Picked up a couple of doves 
For a daylight sacrifice 

Darkness in my mind but it’s fine I’m wearing white jeans
Message as clear as a bell
Don’t look back into hell 
Everybody knows you’ll mend in time 
Sprinkled with a little Hokus Pokus 

On a spaceship, little green Martian 
Mother nature’s misfit 
Well I call bullshit on your Martian outfit 
You’re one acid trip away from Manson 

Venmo me some compensation for your dream
Shackles on the souls of man
I’ll do whatever I can 
Everybody knows you’ll mend in time 
Sprinkled with a little Hokus Pokus

Drink the Kool Aid and Die

When I drove down Paradise Street 
No one really looked at me 
They were all just lying there 
Like a bunch of dying sheep 

There were so many aimless fears
I could barely steer my car 
I just kept skidding out 
In their puddles of poignant tears

Paradise street is where I wanna be
But I need you to come and take my lead

They were all dressed in infra green 
Well at least that’s the color they’d seen
Holographic programs 
Unpaid thrills and broken dreams 

I felt so outta place 
Even though I had my own seat 
Along the sunken highway 
Of discourse and out of tune debris

Paradise street is the place I wanna be 
But I’m gonna need you to come and take my lead
I got no free love like they had in the olden 60’s 
It’s alright cause I got free will in the soaring 20’s

I ran over an old nail of mine 
I must have left there by mistake 
I guess I did have more to clean up
No one’s perfect in their rearview mirror wake

Forty rounds in the farewell ring 
I rolled up my sorry sleeves 
I finally escaped the karma cage 
Of the sleeping chimpanzees 

Paradise street is the only place I really wanna be 
But I just really need you to kindly come take my lead 
Ain’t no free love left over from the olden 60’s 
It’s alright cause we got free will in the soaring 20’s 

We’re Trumped out, we’re politicked out 
We’re done with singularity
We call bullshit on dis ease 
We stand up as one species 

I pour out a full can of stout 
For my fallen homies 
Hope they come back as Gen Alpha after Gen Z 
And take down the pharmaceutical industry

Paradise Street is where I gotta be 
And I’m gonna need you to kindly finally take my lead
It’s not about free love like they had in the old 60’s 
Now it’s all about free will in the soaring 20’s

Now when I drive along Paradise Street 
Everybody looks at me 
Their eyes are open, truth spoken 
Answered prayers and harmony 

Paradise Street is where we all gotta be 
Now I’m gonna need you to finally come take my lead
Yeah it’s not about free love like in the olden 60’s 
But it’s all about free will in the soaring 20s 

Paradise Street in the Soaring 20’s
Paradise Street in the Soaring 20’s
Paradise Street in the Soaring 20’s
Paradise Street in the Soaring 20’s

The Hummingbird

Tyler Steele

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