Talking Leaves

When the wind begins to breathe
listen to the talking leaves.

Faking new fantasies. Shaking a new disease.
Who inherits anything for free?
The anger, hate and blame.
A lack of any shame.
Eyes that can’t see everyone the same.

Power from possession. Power in retreat.
Fear a lesson lost in deceit.

A billion tenterhooks broken. 
Sea swallowing land.
Answers frozen in silence.
Whispers melt in our hands.

When the wind begins to breathe
listen to the talking leaves.

Death a cliched echo everyone can hear.
If we finally listen what will be left here?

Pay to breathe better air.
Pray for cures from anywhere.
When they’re found who can make the most
on death today?
“It’s the good ole American way.
We divine truth and what you need to know.”

When the wind begins to breathe
listen to the talking leaves.

Talking Leaves

A Modern Crusade

Falling way too fast.
Falling into the past.
Falling over every fantasy.
Another great awakening.               CHORUS 1
A 2.0 crusade.
Baptism by violence.
Heads on parade.

Everyday is history happening.
Putting pieces in position.            CHORUS 2
Many similar stories
take the time to listen.

Different insights.
Producing prototypes.
Who gave all our innocence away?
What can we achieve?
No one can agree
who we are and
what we have to say.

CHORUS 1

Confusion everywhere.
Blank and broken prayers.
Delusions taken to extreme.
Lost in emptiness.
Laughing at the mess.
Nothing left to
barter or believe.

CHORUS 2

Assuming sympathy.
A tune. A symphony.
Beatify everyday for you.
A joke. A parable.
Quite comparable.
Miracles may have been confused.

CHORUS 1

A Modern Crusade

Lost in Isolation

I don’t need a fancy European vacation.    CHORUS
I’d rather be lost with you in isolation.

Let’s land in London 
and end up in Clapham.
A trip into the downs, 
anything can happen.

CHORUS

I’d give up enlightenment.
I’d give up chances at grace.      BRIDGE
I’d forget all I’ve missed
for taking chances on fate.

Visit County Mayo.
Are we really here?
Nothing to inherit.
No resounding cheers.

CHORUS

I know we’d love Budapest.
We’d stay in both cities.
A new Paris of the 20s.
Somewhere it’s always pretty.

BRIDGE

CHORUS

Lost In Isolation

Ether

A New Way

Tell me why it seems
we’re looking for new ways to die.

We’ve lost perspective of heaven.
On who will be beside who.
Which dogma lives forever?
Which prophet shall we choose?

Confusion living during evolution.

Tell me why it seems
we’re looking for new ways to die.
If we’re so unhappy
it’s time to start asking why.

Flags are always at half-mast
hanging limp with no wind.
Time hurdling past us.
The fastest in the end.

Confusion living during evolution.

Tell me why it seems
we’re looking for new ways to die.
If we’re so unhappy
it’s time to start asking why.

We fight wars for gods
that absolve the winners.
Ferret away trapped in believing.
Caught in life as it tempts us.

 We’ve lost perspective of heaven.
On who will be beside who.
Which dogma lives forever?
Which prophet shall we choose?

Tell me why it seems
we’re looking for new ways to die.

A New Way

Progress

How did it begin?
When will it end?
Can it last forever?
New ways to find 
To follow the light
Through a vacuum of
iron and feathers.

Every night the light unshines
allowing us to see.                                   CHORUS
Tiny Reflections
Of eternity.

Chaos collisions, a billion divisions.
New light unveiling.
Everything spinning at the beginning.
Feeling time vibrating.

Signposts of travel, Gods we unravel.
Capturing constellations.
Beacons in the dark.
Remains of a spark.
Atoms of things still to come.

CHORUS

Quantum invasions strange new equations.
Circular string displays.
Cohesion challenge. Inertial imbalance.
Unity from a cascade.

CHORUS

Reflections2

Misanthrope

No more endless 
cheering for the winner   CHORUS
A misanthrope is 
who I want to be

The misanthrope losing hope
Defying fantasy
Hidden away among the decay
we hide so nobody sees

CHORUS

Sadness is beauty
Mystery and pain
What is changing 	
Everything’s the same

A misanthrope in the unknown
Tired of traveling on these roads
All alone 
Nothing happening

We all know the misanthrope
The cynic sheltering time
No one says “We understand”
We’re all wondering why?

CHORUS

Misanthrope

Society says stay where we’ve chosen.
Society says nothing to gain.                         CHORUS
Society says it’s always showing that
society doesn’t have much to say.

A sense of urgency.
Glimmers of a better yesterday.
We’re immune to all we see.
Ignoring the ugly and profane.

CHORUS

Looking for someone to listen.
Will they notice clemency?
Choices unwritten.
Leaving new transparency.

Look at memes.
Who’s subscribing?
How many hits are we getting?
It’s starting to seem like
the morally righteous
are doing all the winning.

CHORUS

What are the neighbors doing?
What are their names?
Do we have a better car?
Are we paid the same?

Society surrendered
to a ransom of ridiculous things.
Giving in to rumors.
Fjording tiny streams.

CHORUS

Ageless Wonderers