solace

Blameless


 
What are these tears and blood… is it dust in your eye… or april’s flashing nighttime sky? Why do your eyes disobey you… what’s the matter with your heart…  you can’t tame the untamable, don’t you know?

And would you criticize your man then offer solace?  You know my soul from the sands of time and all its promise. And would you write this moment down for the sake of children… and answer the call of the hurricane… down to you… down to you………..  BLAMELESS.

Do you hear the distant call… soaking toil in splendor… belonging to the night of endless dream? And do you carry weight of worlds summoning strength of billions… sending monsters to their doom?

And would you criticize your man then offer solace?  You know my soul from the sands of time and all its promise. And would you write this moment down for the sake of children… and answer the call of the hurricane… down to you… down to you………..  BLAMELESS!

How can you bring me down… my secret now revealed? From you there is no cure… my fate has been sealed. And how can I make it through the night when thoughts of you infect me… and turn my comfort into pain… and rob me of my sleep?

You know you can’t hide your lies… I saw you fall to your knees at the ruins. And do you do all these things then return to every day? Flags waving full in breezes… breezes… breezes…….

And would you criticize your man then offer solace?  You know my soul from the sands of time and all its promise. And would you write this moment down for the sake of children? And answer the call of the hurricane…

down to you…
……..down to you………..
blameless………………..blameless

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Weeds


 
I see you wear your lifestyle on your sleeve like a bloodstain from the war. And you don’t see just what you’ve got till the good things are out your door. And in classic style… you brave the miles and the fire within your soul… on a promise that the other side will find you to have grown.

But there’s a solitary man who spent a lifetime in the weeds… a passé sort of fate he’ll live to see. And if only just another round could keep his hopes alive… waitin’ for his big break to arrive.

So you work… you slave… you watch your days go slowly tickin’ by. You wallow in nostalgia wonder why you didn’t try… and the morning sun is up and starin’ right into your eyes. As you drive to work you squint and curse the years a flyin’ by.

But there’s a solitary man who’d give his left nut to succeed… a passé sort of fate he’ll live to see. And all the tea in China could not help him change his mind.. he’s waitin’ for his big break to arrive.

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There’s a chance you oughta take waitin’ right outside your door. But the world belongs to winners and you end up on the floor. In a broken kind of gait you stumble closer to your cave… in a flash of sight… you find you might be better off a slave.

But there’s a solitary soul who’s got the right stuff… he believes. A passé sort of fate he’ll live to see. It’s a shame to think of all the happiness he’s passed by… waitin’ for that big break to arrive.

Solitary man things are never what they seem… and in time you might see what love really means. But the solitary answer to the question that you bring… lay between the path you’ve chosen and your dreams.

It’s between the path you’ve chosen and your dreams.

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