I've been losing faith in things
I never knew I had put faith in
Like the way you bite your lower lip
When you're nervous

And now it's getting kind of late,
You know, soon I must be leaving,
Headed North to where I live,
Where I can hear the Ocean breathing.

Yeah, it's getting kind of late,
The night is bleeding into day
And will these feelings go
Like my cigarette smoke?

Yeah, it's getting kind of late,
The sun is on the rise,
The sun is on the rise,

I don't know where my heart was headed,
But I know where it collapsed
Now I'm drunk, alone, on the mend
Trading my blood for booze

I don't know where my heart was aiming at,
But i know now where it lays.
On the borderline of the doubt and decision,
Of cruel nights and crueler days.

It's getting kind of late,
The night is bleeding into the day
You know we all end up blinded
By our love of light

Yeah it's getting kind of late.
The sun is on the rise,
The sun is on the rise.

And there’s water in my eyes.


The Sun Is On The Rise take 2

All I got is this here song
And the promise that it won't be long
Before it all starts running dry

And I'm looking for something to hold on to,
Yeah, I tried holding onto you,
I guess we should just let dying dogs die

I'm about my 3rd week in,
On to another flask of gin,
My ashtray has long since overflown

And it's getting hard as hell
For me to tell
If that's the tolling bells or the river styx's drone

There ain't no need to walk on water,
No, Jesus couldn't save us now
And as everything drifts off to God-Knows-Where,
I'll do my best to keep my soul anchored down somehow

Exit Us, Exodus

It's fall, things are dying
And I'm just sat lying
In wait, in dire decay
As if I stood still long enough
Some wind would up and come
And blow me on my way 

Maybe I've grown meaner,
I ain't no singer
But I know a thing or two about the blues
It hurts when you say we don't care,
And that there ain't no love there,
Because, goddammit, we care about you

Maybe life works in cycles,
Now we're nothing like you,
Our colors don't coordinate
And we long for it to be again
Like it was when we were kids,
But all of our fucking efforts have been in vain

Maybe you're right 
In pleading your plight
I've never been good with empathy
Maybe they, too, will flee
Like the hues on the leaves
To the source, that primordial pool of energy

Maybe we were cruel
And played you for a fool
And put it down to love

Friendship Theorems (Maritza's Song)

Lately I've been losing faith in things
I never knew I'd put my faith in.
Like the way you bite your lower lip
When you're nervous

It's getting kinda late,
You know, soon I must be leaving.
I'm headed back north to where I live,
Where I can hear the ocean breathing.

It's getting kinda late,
Night's bleeding into the day--
Will these feelings go
Like the cigarette smoke?

It's getting kinda late,
The sun is on the rise,
The sun is on the rise,
The sun is on the rise.

I don't know where my heart was headed,
But I know where it collapsed.
Now I'm drunk, alone, on the mend,
Trading all my blood for booze

I don't know where my heart was aiming at,
But I know now where it lays.
On the borderline of doubt and decision,
Of cruel nights and crueler days.

It's getting kinda late,
Night's bleeding into the day-
You know we all end up blinded
By our love of light.

It's getting kinda late,
The sun is on the rise,
The sun is on the rise,
The sun is on the rise,

And there's water in my eyes.

The Sun Is On The Rise (better recording)

Take what you will, the evening, she's generous--
Her spangled skies pander to our incessant wanting of beauty.
And you're gorgeous yourself, so, why are you so nervous?
I've told my friend's that it's only a crush, who the fuck do I think I'm fooling?

I try to not let it get me down, all of this worrying,
There has to be at least one thing that I'm doing right.
It seems like everyone's so kind out of obligation,
Sometimes I wish that I weren't such a fucking child.

If I weren't home alone and drunk tonight
Maybe then I could be out making this shit right

That's the only time I ever feel alright

The Sound of Contrition

rough cover of Something Vague by Bright Eyes

Something Vague rough cover

It was late one winter's evening, and I was walking toward the door
My mother stopped and asked me which habit i was planning to indulge
I played it straight and narrow, about as honest as it gets
It was reciprocated, I collapsed under the weight of my tainted lineage
And I always wish that I could do right by her as I pour another glass
And burn through those cartons, waiting for time to pass.
It's getting kind of worrisome, the momentum of it all
These rats in this here rat race won't help you up if you should happen to fall.

I’ve been writing home to say that I’m doing fine,
Waging all of these wars to find some peace of mind.
There’s no solace in these callous winds or the cemetery streets
Only in the ephemeral tide that approaches and retreats.

Yeah, their stampede will keep on storming, you might get trampled a long the way
So pop these pills and drink this down, it'll help allay the pain.
Keep limping along the side lines, and pray that you will last
And don’t forget that all that all you see is a mirror of the past.
Black widows line the path I'm walking, I'm fearful of their bite.
I'm way too drunk to walk straight, I don't think that I have the right
To keep on longing living and loving, the way that I tend to do
All the women, all the visions, all the books I stole from school.

I’ve been writing home to say that I’m doing fine,
Waging all of these wars to find some peace of mind.
There’s no solace in these callous winds or the cemetery streets
Only in the ephemeral tide that approaches and retreats.


Longing, Living, Loving (rough)

My cover of Bright Eyes' song, "Laura Laurent"

Laura Laurent (Bright Eyes rough cover)

It was meticulous, malicious and most of all cruel
The way she carried herself when she entered a room
I don't mean to stare, i mean, i don't want to be rude
It was as if she'd cuffed the hands of time
We all have our problems in the rear-view mirror
The sun's blinding glare tends to make them unclear
You know what they say, they're closer than they appear
Really, mom, i'm fine

You came to me biting and clawing at dawn's grey heels
Yeah, you sallowed the new-born sky
Now my days mope about, dragging their feet
And the suns sink solemnly, sunken with pride

I'm keeping my distance from that deterring thread
The one that maintains our existence and puts us to rest
You say you understand it, how ignorant can you get?
I'm sorry, but i don't concur
Because this life is a cavern of mirrors and smoke effects
What is before you is a matter of your perspective
I mean, i thought we were fine, i thought we were solid
But we crumbled to the earth


Reality Reds

lately, i've been losing faith in things i never knew i'd put my faith in,
like the way you bite your lower lip when you're nervous.
you know, it's getting kinda late, and soon i must be leaving. 
i'm headed north, to where i live, where i can hear the ocean breathing. 

you know, it's getting kinda late;
the night's bleeding into the day.
will these feelings too go 
like my cigarette smoke?

it's getting kinda late,
the sun is on the rise,
the sun is on the rise,
the sun is on the rise.

i don't know where my heart was headed, but i know just where it collapsed.
now i'm drunk, alone, and on the mend, trading all of my blood for booze.
i don't know where my heart was aiming at, but i know now where it lays.
on the borderline of doubt and decision, of cruel nights and crueler days.

you, know it's getting kinda late;
the night's bleeding into the day.
will these feelings too go
like my cigarette smoke?

it's getting kinda late,
the sun is on the rise,
the sun is on the rise,
the sun is on the rise,

and there's water in my eyes.


Wisdom in Wine