Angel Room

You lie silent there before me
Your tears they mean nothing to me
The wind howling at the window
The Love you never gave
I give to you

Really don't deserve it
But now there's nothing you can do
So sleep in your only memory of me
My dearest sister

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes
Goodbye
It was always you that I despised
I don't feel enough for you to cry, oh well
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes
Goodbye

So insignificant sleeping dormant deep inside of me
Are you hiding away lost
Under the sewers, maybe flying high in the clouds
Perhaps you're happy without me

So many seeds have been sown in the field
And who could sprout up so blessedly, If I had died
I would have never felt sad at all
You will not hear me say I'm sorry
Where is the light, I wonder if it's weeping somewhere

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes
Goodbye
It was always you that I despised
I don't feel enough for you to cry, oh well
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes
Goodbye

Graveyard In The Noonday Sun

Don't close your eyes
Don't even think
Draw and fire from the hip
The preacher of the white stone
Congregation

We All Have Our Demons

The next time you see someone you know, good or bad, in a dream grab a hold of their head and take a long look right into their eyes. Did you see your own reflection, or something else entirely? Something that creeped you out.

Love Boat Captain

Is this just another day * this God forgotten place * first comes love, then comes pain * let the games begin * questions rise and answers fall * insurmountable

Love boat captain * take the reigns and steer us towards the clear * it’s already been sung, but it can’t be said enough * all you need is love

Is this just another phase * earthquakes making waves * trying to shake the cancer off * stupid human beings * once you hold the hand of love * it’s all surmountable

Hold me, and make it the truth * that when all is lost there will be you * cause to the universe I don’t mean a thing * and there’s just one word I still believe * and it’s ...

It’s an art to live with pain * mix the light into grey * lost five friends we’ll never know * four years ago today * and if our lives became too long, would it add to our regret

And the young, they can lose hope cause they can’t see beyond today * the wisdom that the old can’t give away * constant recoil * sometimes life * don’t leave you alone

Hold me, and make it the truth * that when all is lost there will be you * cause to the universe I don’t mean a thing * and there’s just one word that I still believe * and it’s * Love

Love boat captain * take the reigns and steer us towards the clear * it’s already been sung, but it can’t be said enough * all you need is love

But Don't Forget ...

You can't cross the river after you've burned the bridge to ashes. You can't ask for everything.

In The Square With The Gate To Heaven

Watching people today, I witnessed a rare sight. A man was walking along the sidewalk with his shoulders hunched forward and his eyes empty to the world around him. I immediately recgonized his demeanor as someone who had their heart broken, and I felt a great deal of sympathy for the man.

For whatever reason the man thought to look into the window of an adjacent store. He stopped, and stared at one of the womeon talking in the store. She wore a ring on the correct finger, but it didn't look like a wedding band. It was of an entirely different design. In my mind, the man and the woman were once lovers and by chance had somehow met after years apart. He didn't want to distrub her. No, he must have thought that would have been intrusive.

The two wound up meeting on the same sidewalk, infront of a different store, only minutes later. The looks on their faces was priceless as they tried to guage the other. It was an awkward silence. He mumbled something conversational, being the shy one. She replied. They didn't yell at each other over past grief, nor did they wrap their arms around each other in warm embrace.

She did give him her number on a small piece of paper, however, so they could talk later and catch up. I guess to him, that was the best turn of events he'd had all day. Seeing all this made me feel pretty good today too.

Blur

When your heart feels like broken glass in your hands remember that if you can just make it through the night, tomorrow will be a chance for a better day. All you have to do is hold onto tomorrow.

Tender is the night
Lying by your side
Tender is the touch
Of someone that you love too much
Tender is the day
The demons go away
Lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind

Tender is the ghost
The ghost I love the most
Hiding from the sun
Waiting for the night to come
Tender is my heart
It's screwing up my life
Lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind

Come on
Get through it
Come on
Love’s the greatest thing
That we have

You Have To Wait Until I Say "Goodnight Moon"

There's a white cat in a broken-down gazebo that's watching me as I walk by. I would have called you before setting out today, but the number you mistakenly gave me was for Rachel Kensington. I wonder if that cat lives in the gazebo, or just rents it out during the winters.

Subhuman Dedication

goodbye * I must be leaving now * because maybe I feel a lot like sand * the noise on the street is unbearable * but maybe I've got nowhere to go * so I wanna be about * and I want to touch the sun * now I will try to force a smile * oh I cannot stand this heat * oh please tell me where I am right now

I woke up at midnight again * and maybe I did not know what to do next * I can't always speak and I can't feel all the time * and maybe I've got nothing to lose * I just wanna be about * and I want the shining stars * now I will try to force a cry * oh I cannot stand this heat * oh please tell me where I am right now * please tell me please tell me please tell me ...

Don't Look Into His Eyes

What kind of skeleton has a mustache?! He wore a black vest, and played the clarinet.

Hey, I Said "Raccoon Feet"! Not ...

Pizza delivery people in this town have no sense of humor at all.

Famous Blue Raincoat

Turn everything off and sit alone in the dark. Nothing's there. Why can I hear the wind chimes your mother bought for you?

It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.

I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.

Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?

Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without Lili Marlene

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody's wife.

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane's awake -

She sends her regards.
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way.

If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.

Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.

And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear

Sincerely, L. Cohen

Only The Best

Apparently you make orange juice by throwing oranges into a vat, or in some extremely rare scenarios, they just jump in there on their own. Pretty cool, huh? And here you thought breakfast was boring!

To The Dreamers Of The Dream

The Northern Lights this evening were absolutely fantastic.

Overcast Day

I could almost make you out from across the water on this cold, gray day in July. Not enough people dance outside like there's no one around. Even you never did it enough back before the weather turned. Please tell me you didn't see me wade out into the lake exactly half way, before turning around and going home.

I almost drowned just to meet my daughter for the first time.

Where The Wild Roses Grow

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name is Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name is Elisa Day

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild

When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face

On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"

On the second day he came with a single red rose
He said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
"If I show you the roses will you follow?"

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

There Was A Problem

There is something really wrong with that road.