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Modern Lenses Modern lenses Shattered senses Twisted fences Life condenses These hands can pull away The vermillion veil from your eyes Or they can tear away at the seams Life is screaming It exists between the frames And these colours can make you feel again Modern feelings Shattered ceilings Twisted meanings Life's revealing These hands can pull away The vermillion veil from your eyes Or they can tear away at the seams Life is screaming It exists between the frames And these colours can make you feel again Cinnamon Heart You never asks the questions For the answers that you seek Just close your eyes and emphasize The secrets that you keep You promised to remember I promised to forget Set fire to your tongue's desire But it hasn't happened yet It's no use telling me how I feel Cinnamon Heart You always give the feeling That someone stole from me You're all dressed up and well rehearsed It comes so easily You promised to remember I promised to forget Set fire to your tongue's desire But it hasn't happened yet It's no use telling me how I feel Cinnamon Heart It's no use telling me how I feel It's no use telling me how to feel Yesterday was history Tomorrow is like a lie I can sit here waiting While you desensify You promised to remember I promised to forget Set fire to your tongue's desire But it hasn't happened yet It's no use telling me how to feel Cinnamon Heart Don't Forget To Blink You can blame your tired eyes I can blame the dreary light Like a thorn without a rose The seed that never grows A pair of socks without the toes I could never tell you enough We keep breathing when it rains We move without a destination To catch a glimpse of the real me Don't forget to blink every once in a while If you can keep me out of focus I can hide my limitations Like a love without the fire Like the smoke without desire A guitar and no amplifier I could never tell you enough We keep breathing when it rains We move without a destination To catch a glimpse of the real me Don't forget to blink every once in a while You can keep me out of focus Like a sting without the bee Like the ship without the sea A song without a key I could never tell you enough We keep breathing when it rains We move without a destination To catch a glimpse of the real me Don't forget to blink every once in a while Under Your Wave Floating in a storm-tossed sea Spiralling into the background Pictures from a floating world Not every cloud brings rain From the brush to the page From the light to the stage Dusted rose and yellow skies Muted hearts devitalize Holding on to nothing Just trying to feel something Combing out the sea for drowning pieces of me Cast a line in the deep sea Cast a line in the deep mind Teach a man how to fish You'll learn about apathy From the brush to the page From the light to the stage Dusted rose and yellow skies Muted hearts devitalize Holding on to nothing Just trying to feel something Combing out the sea for drowning pieces of me Under your wave Running out of tired breath The bubbles hitch a ride to the surface From the brush to the page From the light to the stage Dusted rose and yellow skies Muted hearts devitalize Holding on to nothing Just trying to feel something Combing out the sea for drowning pieces of me Under your wave Just Tell Me When It's Safe To Breathe Again We always kinds knew when the fires would occur But we did not foresee just how big they would be Or how much smoke that they would generate Or some projection of what direction They'd start to circulate You're making me dizzy again I can feel it in my chest I'm sounding like a wheezer My heart will palpitate Just tell me when it's safe to breathe again Sometime you are eleven on a scale of one to ten We need an extrovert to shout out, Red Alert! There are some people you just cannot persuade There's no correction for a misdirection Or the promises they made You're making me dizzy again I can feel it in my chest I'm sounding like a wheezer My heart will palpitate Just tell me when it's safe to breathe again Strange Face Mirror I can talk about myself like I'm not even there A melodramatic nightmare I'm not sure if I even care Magic I can talk about my feelings like I'm not even there A detached and listless stare Round eyes looking through a square Imaginary me For all the world to see Such a strange face But I'm not dreaming Meaning I can search for myself like I'm not even there Visions of a stale love affair Missing a step on the winding stair Message I can talk to myself like I'm not even there The glow of a dying signal flare A coyote's paw in a rabbit's snare Imaginary me For all the world to see Such a strange face But I'm not dreaming Swim Again Tomorrow Sometimes you feel that shark tongue next to your ear You fix your hair and take off all of your fear Don't regret getting close and personal You might live to swim again tomorrow Sometimes you feel the sand cover up your toes Throw caution to the way the wind blows Don't regret getting close and personal You might live to swim again tomorrow |
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 2022 |
Second Guesses
You don't know me Hey baby let's sit and read a book Let's go out and buy a cat |
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 2021 |
Survive What is the plan? Feelings are not the same as facts We gotta keep warm Branches fall from the tallest trees Grit can separate Sometimes you gotta think small Try to insulate Lie in the cool soil Beneath the shade Survive Un-contaminate Sometimes it's wise to think before you swallow Accumulate Dew farms in the blue grass Harrow the ground Listen to the willows, cat-tails, and cottonwood Keep it together A long smooth breath It can spread the flame Survive A rabbit comes out of its hole In front of the tree It goes behind the tree But returns back down Its original hole You can make a choice The world is full of parasites Hyperventilate Black-out in the shallow waters Read the sign And wooden board nailed to a tree Go with the flow A riptide can drag you out to sea Survive Let's be Enemies You make me feel so strong Get me outside of my head There's a cure for loneliness Share your smile instead This can get so old This can get so tired Keep me closer than anybody else Let's be enemies There used to be time There used to be trust Talk all night on the telephone Until the moonlight kissed with rust This can get so old This can get so tired Keep me closer than anybody else Let's be enemies Some people change Some people move away You can see me for who I am But enemies? They stay the same! This can get so old This can get so tired Keep me closer than anybody else Let's be enemies More than friends Tidepool Away, away, away Yeah right, whatever I'll get outta your way Away, away, away Yeah right, whatever You try to pass me by Away, away, away Yeah right, whatever Something else you want to hide Away, away, away Yeah right, whatever Don't need me to get to the end Nothing left to say Nothing left to hear Nothing left to give Nothing left to take Nothing left to fear Nothing left to lose And I'm way too small To make a sound When my body slams Into the tidepool No Picture You might not as well exist With no picture on the list There's no picture You might not as well exist It doesn't matter who you are No one knows you from afar There's no picture It doesn't matter who you are It doesn't matter what you do Outside the angle of view There's no picture It doesn't matter what you do It doesn't matter what you say All your words just fade away There's no picture It doesn't matter what you say Right Kind of Crazy She's the kind of girl that likes to pee outdoors Knee-high socks and a funny laugh And every night she snores She only reads books written before 1969 Leaves little notes on subway cars For someone else to find She'll make your heart surrender She's never a pretender And she'd never put your cat in a blender She's the right kind of crazy Everything she says sounds like a question Likes to dance all by herself Her knees hyperextension She can never wear too many sweaters And when she tries to spell your name She'll use too many letters She'll make your hear surrender She's never a pretender And she'd never put your cat in a blender She's the right kind of crazy She drinks Coca-Cola with her wine Puts hot sauce on her popcorn It all seems so sublime She'll make your heart surrender She's never a pretender And she'd never put your cat in a blender She's the right kind of crazy She always cries at everything She's always fidgeting She's always chewing on her hair She still has a teddy bear She always laughs at everything She wears a plastic wedding ring Still has an imaginary friend Thinks Wednesday is still the weekend Burst My Bubble When I'm feeling on top of the world And I find a brand new road All my dreams spill out of my head My heart ready to explode You can point out all of my flaws I can learn to spell trouble You can find all the holes in my plan You can burst my bubble Into The Woodwork Shade and tone and colours blend and disappear The palette shrinks to monotone by this same time next year Sanding down the empty space Polish the veneer Making sense of your intentions It's never been so unclear I'll just fade into the woodwork What once was lost, now is gone The point of no return Some bleak melodrama Fires left to burn Raw sienna or burnt umber None of your concern These walls are out of secrets No lessons left to learn I'll just fade into the woodwork Shallow winding tunnels Disoriented Legless and segmented Fastened and cemented Stumble through a corridor My hands are shaking The earth is quaking My eyes are waking Custom haiku poetry Words come from the wise A hacksaw cutting ties Hearts depressurize Disconnected network I feel like such a jerk Frayed and shattered patchwork I'll just fade into the woodwork Peeking through the lattice A glimpse of what is real A flat-headed beetle moves onto its next meal And I'm fading... |
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 2020 |
Middle Aged Man in Lycra Dear God Helen, is that your husband? ...they ask Rolling out from the garage Sparkling like fuchsia tinted glass I'm a middle-aged man in Lycra! Those shorts don't leave much to the imagination ...you say I guess it's better than riding a motorcycle Or chasing girls that are half your age I'm a middle-aged man in Lycra! I've got leg warmers, I've got arm warmers I've got seat warmers, I've got head warmers I've got face warmers, I've got feet warmers ...whoa whoa! Don't leave me alone for another weekend! ...she begs I'm tired of hearing about protein shakes Or another excuse to shave your legs I'm a middle-aged man in Lycra! It's all about power and aerodynamics! ...I explain But, where do your balls go when you ride? And doesn't that seat cause you pain? I'm a middle aged-man in Lycra! I've got leg warmers, I've got arm warmers I've got seat warmers, I've got head warmers I've got nose warmers, I've got toe warmers ...whoa whoa! Maybe I'll go down in history with the cycling legends of lore Sometimes you just gotta invest in yourself That's what second mortgages are for I'm a middle-aged man in Lycra! Jigsaw Define Am I joking? Decline Am I insane? Set my clock to the spinning hula hoop again Envision Am I broken? Decision Am I to blame? Hide my head back under the covers I never meant to think this deep Never put faith before I leap Impression Amplified Expression Over-simplified I'll smash my piece back into the puzzle Ask Karen! You might have a PhD It doesn't mean a thing to me I'll trade my facts for fiction Or maybe some conspiracy Don't be fooled by their vaccine The real problem is 5G I'll trade my facts for fiction A meme is all the proof I need Ask Karen She's got straight hair She's the mama bear She'll talk to the manager And everything will be fine It's my right to complain About the immigrant gravy train I'll trade my facts for fiction Let me scrunch my nose and I'll explain Where is my iced laté? I want it served up yesterday! I'll trade my facts for fiction Today is not my wake-up day Ask Karen She's got straight hair She's the mama bear She'll talk to the manager And everything will be fine What about this guy I know? Says this pandemic's just a show I'll trade my facts for fiction He can be a Karen too! Ask Karen She's got straight hair She's the mama bear She'll talk to the manager And everything will be fine Asymptomatic There's no fever, but you give me chills I'll clear this lump from my throat Difficulty breathing, but I'm not short of breath Just trouble swallowing what you feed me My nose drips, but that doesn't mean a thing Lost my appetite... it's that smell when you're around I get nauseous and I'm keeping it inside Muscles aching, but I'm just tired I don't feel a thing I am "A" Asymptomatic The Wrong People Always Die Postpone the revolution My coffee has turned cold Fires burn at the cities edge The wrong people always die Leave the shells in the sand Don't bother making your bed A man laughs from the cities edge The wrong people always die Prepare for eventualities No one listens anyway The wind howls at the cities edge The wrong people always die The neighbours draw the curtains Your mother locks the doors A man hangs at the cities edge The wrong people always die There is no need for fear Just turn your back A man hides at the cities edge The wrong people always die Filtered Foot Forward They say look on the bright side Be grateful for what you have Just change your outlook And you'll be happy again I guess I'm just defective I can't distract myself The more I try no to think about it The worse it gets It's not okay to be sad It's not okay to be angry It's not okay to feel pain It's not okay to be not okay They say happiness is a choice Sending good vibes only Just change your outlook And you'll be happy again I'm the only one with faults No one makes poor decisions The more I try not to think about it The worse it gets It's not okay to be sad It's not okay to be angry It's not okay to feel pain It's not okay to be not okay Give me unsolicited advice Tell me I'll get over it Tell me failure is not an option Tell me everything happens for a reason Or better still, things could be worse It's not okay to be sad It's not okay to be angry It's not okay to feel pain It's not okay to be not okay I'll put my filtered foot forward Movie Robot It's the robot from the movies It's got the power to love you The power to kill you! It's the robot from the movies It might love you, it might kill you! It wants to be more human But it doesn't know how It's not very smart But it's not dumb either It has a lousy sense of humour It almost killed me twice Despite these flaws It's the best friend I ever had It's the robot from the movies It's got the power to love you The power to kill you! It's the robot from the movies It might love you, it might kill you! It tries to be creative It likes to draw and paint Maybe I'll sign it up for an art class It's got a bad temper Sometimes it runs amok But that's okay It's easy to find it's off-switch It's the robot from the movies It's got the power to love you The power to kill you! It's the robot from the movies It might love you, it might kill you! I'm running outta money The vet bills are insane Why does a robot need a cat anyways? It's my own personal robot Someone to do my hair Someone who cares With a robot, it's less dangerous He's here to entertain us That's me with my robot That's me in the space ship I don't wanna lose my robot It's the robot from the movies It's got the power to love you The power to kill you! It's the robot from the movies It might love you, it might kill you! |
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Red Shift Emotional spectroscopic observation Atoms scattered with abstraction Diffraction Interference patterns Bending faded light What would happen if I could see your noise? Cosmological It's a red shift The space between you and me always changes Anomalical It's a red shift The space between you and me always changes Is This You? Is this you? Found your picture on the wall Is this you? Victim of selective recall Is this you? One hand on the rope Is this you? Trust in careless hope Is this you? Caught you in the sideview mirror Is this you? A systematic error Is this you? It’s a cold reading Is this you? With the eyes that won’t stop bleeding Is this you? Guilt changes over time Is this you? From absurd to the sublime Is this you? Attitudes can polarize Is this you? Can your heart sympathize? Lyudmila Lyudmila You're running around With the Kremlin at your heels Social media seeders A force that never yields She's a mother of two Taking down the farms and the fields Lyudmila Report to Savushkina 55 News division A circle of lies Out of the shadows A ghost empire on the rise Lyudmila Don't let them try to shut you down Cast your crystals and your gemstones Contradora needs you now What came first... The farmer or the plough? Lyudmila Frequencies we've never heard before St. Petersburg knocking down your door Naming, blaming, shaming Rolling on the floor Anomic The girl I knew Tried hard to make-believe Wrote stories for herself Her books fell off the shelf The boy I knew Tried to outpace his shadow Cultural distraction Cynical reaction This is my state of mind I can't escape it Watch me try You build the walls That try to set me free But I know there's still hope left for me The man I knew He tried to play his part Changes to the scripts Dreams escape his lips The woman I knew She painted blurry lines Tactical retreat Structural defeat This is my state of mind I can't escape it Watch me try You build the walls That try to set me free But I know there's still hope left for me Fantasy Machine There's the fall Of the Berlin Wall Class pictures And bleak still-lives A fallen star An unmarked car Witnessing connections And the cat in the hall Experience captured Reality confirmed Turning power into knowledge Defending my anxiety It's a fantasy machine Uncle Bob The strap on his camera costs more than my car When there's a Kodak moment, he's never very far He's one part paparazzi, one part Richard Avadon He'll take a hundred photographs before the moments gone He's Uncle Bob! Look at him, he's Uncle Bob! There's nothing he can't do better than you Everybody look at him He's Uncle Bob! He's a stock-broker by day, and he's Jimmy Page by night 20 guitar pedals, to get his sound just right At the music shop, they wanna stab him with a knife Every time he plays that Green Day song, Time of your Life He's Uncle Bob! Look at him, he's Uncle Bob! There's nothing he can't do better than you Everybody look at him He's Uncle Bob! Any year now, he will make the Tour de France The colours on his bike match his skin-tight lycra pants His helmet looks like an alien, he can make the peloton The team name on his jersey is the same as Lance Armstrong I haven't seen him lately, I wonder where he's gone He used to drink his kefer at the crack of dawn He truly was insufferable, I don't mean to be a snob But then I suddenly realize, Holy crap... I'm Uncle Bob! I'm Uncle Bob! Look at me, I'm Uncle Bob! There's nothing I can't do better than you Everybody look at me I'm Uncle Bob! |
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Zero Day Tell me how you did it I'll make you feel secure, you said Nothing here to fear, you said Found your way through my backdoor Tell me how you did it I'll never take you for granted again You remembered my birthday You remembered my mother's maiden name We were dancing in the cloud Swimming in the cyber-sea Now it's my Zero Day Twisted in the lines of code You cracked my head, you broke my heart Black hat, brute force, logic bomb, vulnerability Nothing left to hide, you said It's like you know me Better than I know myself You remembered my birthday You remembered my mother's maiden name We were dancing in the cloud Swimming in the cyber-sea Now it's my Zero Day That's me... so susceptible That's me... so impressionable That's me... sympathetical Sometimes you can open my biggest doors With the smallest keys You left an open window I woke up and you were gone I want to scream for you, but never knew your name Wandering around in the daytime Falling in at night Staring at the empty window Where you used to be You remembered my birthday You remembered my mother's maiden name We were dancing in the cloud Swimming in the cyber-sea Now it's my Zero Day Sock Puppets You're so confused, we don't blame you Try to criticize a little more If you try to find us again We will hide in front of you Psychological war operation Torrents of mud and abuse If you try to find us again We will hide in front of you Your culture can be a weapon To be turned against you If you try to find us again We will hide in front of you Cellular World So many people not in touch with their lives Not in touch with their hearts Not in touch with reality How is it that they feel? Emotions inside out Faded in and out When things just don't work out To live in a cellular world With cellular people with cellular feelings Cellular hearts and cellular minds But no answer on the line Static on your line Static on your mind Disconnection what you feel A dial-tone in your heart To live in a cellular world With cellular people with cellular feelings Cellular hearts and cellular minds But no answer on the line What goes on inside your mind? Uncommitted crimes Behind that thin white line To live in a cellular world With cellular people with cellular feelings Cellular hearts and cellular minds But no answer on the line Pixelated I pull my hands from my eyes A blur turns into focus Your feet step down the staircase In the place we used to live Like a crashing tide It knocks the wind right outta me Hearing your voice again A word is worth a thousand photographs But I'm afraid to get close And find the mosaic in your eyes Because then I will know you're not real It's not the same laugh It's not the same voice I can't feel your touch I can't feel your breath It's not the same laugh It's not the same mouth And I can't bring back A promise that we never made Better Than Me It's a tortured body It's a tortured soul It's self-denial It's self-control I think I get it You're better than me It's absolute action It's absolute intention It's immoral courage Always meant to discourage I think I get it You're better than me Sometimes it's more important to win Than how you play the game I think I get it You're better than me Unentitled Serve up my head on a silver platter The guillotine will cut clean You will see what I mean Am I still sharp when you're out of focus? Scattered on a screen Red, blue and mostly green Suddenly Turn Happy Satisfy I'm waiting Symptoms of a curse You can't cremate ashes Fragments of bones and memories Rituals can be strategies A dark cloud with a smile Big mouths have spoken It's a perfect kinda misery You laid it down infront of me Suddenly Turn Happy Satisfy I'm waiting Six different ways that I could thank you A gift of pure ingratitude Hope might cure my attitude |
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