Sundried Moonbeams

Electric Drift

Mother's Music Box

Lyrics:

Betrayed by screen
Betrayed by the page
The real life hero’s journey
Is grossly underpaid
But keep on moving forward
Bookshelves block the way
Losings not option
But winning is passé
 
Getting to a job that won’t let him escape
With a broken back he’s a data entry ape
A slave to clientele that whip him every day
Phone calls from the boss make him prematurely gray
Button up shirts tied tight around his throat
The noose of success is keeping him afloat
He looks to the clock and defeatedly he sighs
ten o’clocks too early to wish that he could die

Betrayed by screen
Betrayed by the page
The real life hero’s journey
Is grossly underpaid
But keep on moving forward
Bookshelves block the way
Losings not option
But winning is passé

He gets out of work and retraces his day
Traffic is a respite to the time that got away
Doors simply portals to the lives he can’t lead
Keep the money flowing the last remaining creed
Granite to a home that’s fit for lonely men
Styrofoam comfort is reheated again
Collapsing into when he felt a little joy
A secret that he keeps it is his only toy

Betrayed by screen
Betrayed by the page
The real life hero’s journey
Is grossly underpaid
But keep on moving forward
Bookshelves block the way
Losings not option
But winning is passé
 
Vapor in the air while he stares at the door
Mirages on the ceiling and windmills on the floor
Fighting like the bastard that he tried to comprehend
The hero of a party that no one would attend
Rust on the guitars dust on the keys
The relics of a man who only tried to please
The people in his life with his charm and wit
Who knew his dreams wouldn’t be that good a fit

(Life Is over)
(I know its your vacation but please come in today)
(Ding dong you’re going downtown)
(Death on the doorway doing it my way)

(Life Is over)
(I know its your vacation but please come in today)
(Ding dong you’re going downtown)
(Death on the doorway doing it my way)

(Life Is over)
(I know its your vacation but please come in today)
(Ding dong you’re going downtown)
(Death on the doorway doing it my way)

(Life Is over)
(I know its your vacation but please come in today)
(Ding dong you’re going down-downtown)
(Death on the doorway doing it my way)

Betrayed by screen
Betrayed by the page
The real life hero’s journey
Is grossly underpaid
But keep on moving forward
Bookshelves block the way
Losings not option
But winning is passé
 
He climbs into the air feels the breeze on his face
The plan’s to keep on going till he runs out space
No one will expect him at work ever again
His gave his two weeks notice and buried all his pens
Last night he listened to the tapes he tried to sell
To the dullards and idiots whose lack of vision quell
The last remaining hope he had to live a life
Fulfilled with fantasy he grew up living every night

Betrayed by screen
Betrayed by the page
The real life hero’s journey
Is grossly underpaid
But keep on moving forward
Bookshelves block the way
Losings not option
But winning is passé

Impossible dreams where all he ever had
A wizard in a word that lacked dramatic flair
But finally he’ll beat them he’ll make them understand
The windmills that he stood on when his life was getting bland
He starts to sing a song that no ones ever heard
Of dreams and aspiration lines are being blurred
He climbs another step and for a moment he can fly
The office drones he knew will only wonder why
 
Arms are held out softly
As music fills the air
The last remains of story
That he could ever bare
And the water greeted him
With and icy quilt
So remember when the windmills come
It’s time to tilt

(No more calls and no more chairs and no more keys for me)
(I know you drowned but could you please come in tomorrow)
(I didn’t want to say but I never liked him anyway)
(Hey I hear you have a room available for me to rent)

(No more calls and no more chairs and no more keys for me)
(I know you drowned but could you please come in tomorrow)
(I didn’t want to say but I never liked him anyway)
(Hey I hear you have a room available for me to rent)

(No more calls and no more chairs and no more keys for me)
(I know you drowned but could you please come in tomorrow)
(I didn’t want to say but I never liked him anyway)
(Hey I hear you have a room available for me to rent)

(I’m Happy)
(I know you drowned)
(I’m sad that he’s gone)
(I’m lucky he’s dead)

Tilt

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