Poor Mrs X
She’s in a fix
Her smiles so tight
She has no lips
Her mind is so fast
The worlds a blur
And pretty soon
She’ll have no hair
Mrs X will always smile and hope that it will end in a while
Poor Mrs X
She has no eyes
So she can’t see all her lies
Her legs are gone
So she can’t run and pretty soon
She will be done
Mrs X will always …
Don’t cry for Mrs X, don’t you cry for Mrs X, don’t cry for Mrs X
Poor Mrs X
She has no ears
To hear her screams
From all those years
Her legs are gone
So she can’t run
And pretty soon
She will be done
Mrs X will always …
Too much of nothing and everything between us-she said x2
Those lines, Tie us together no matter how many times you try
You know when you look out in the distance and you hope they’ll end up together
Those lines are there but blur when you get real close
Really appear together, moving in the same direction Yet so separate
Too much of nothing …
Struggling to know someone who doesn’t want to know
Screaming for togetherness met with his silent contempt
Never can cut you off she needs your rejection
Searching for a different hue in a palette of white
Clamouring to be distinct though essentially alike
We run and operate like those horizon lines
Too much of nothing …
My comfort is here
Tucked under layers of reciprocity
Leering eye revealed imperceptibly
Ill conceived watched life
This veiled illusion which surrounds impedes surrounds impedes all movement
A self inflicted wound swept aside so easily
Mass media appeal Public performance Pounded out
Flocks of ignorance unaware
Follow the arkitect of perfektion
This veiled illusion …
Nihilistic knowledge naked
Truths adhered to -never tested
Uneasy comfort in this murky clarity
This veiled illusion …
She sits in a little blue chair
Thinks of things that once were
Fingers float over images as the past dances round
fingers flow over images as the past dances round
With a quiet contentment she smiles and says
She smiles and says
I’m not afraid of myself
Stories flicker within those eyes
Of paths torn through her heart
Fingers float over images as the past dances round
fingers float over images as the past dances around
Daylight drifts through her shadows
She smiles and says
I’m not afraid of myself
Cause it’s the curve of your soul, the curve of your soul, the curve of your soul
She sits in a little blue chair
Life draws the day round her
Fingers float over images as the past dances round
fingers float over images as the past dances round
With a quiet contentment she smiles and says
She smiles and says
I’m not afraid of myself
She sits in a little blue chair
As wind whirls through the palms and cross my flesh
I open still closed eyes
Stirred from sleep to the rush of thoughts
And these are the sounds of life
Children laughing, roosters crow, the slip of oar to fish
Grumble of distant motors, certain rush of waves
And your breath beside me
Wails of bikes and horns and kids, laughing cards and wings, lyric bantor back and forth and forth and back again
And your breath beside me
As wind whirls through…
Hammers banging, pots are clanging, spit of new spun web, raucous beat of click clack , spinning in that wind
And your breath beside me
Bounce of wheels attached to carts, drip of worn out swing, arms weave the knot, chirp of whipping blades and your breath beside me
As wind whirls through…
Clear my soul for me
Into fear is getting me
Clear my soul for me
Fear of getting into me
I see all of me out there
Feel me
How tiring it has been
Tiring it has been
Take care hear them out
Before we come out
Where is me
Really
Clear my soul for me…
Don’t sing it, say it, do it
Can’t live
Can’t be true to me Living for you
Oh it’s this way ok ok
You like it this way ok
Give me a moment Give me a moment
Clear my soul for me…
These days on the water are soothing my skin
These days on the water are drowning out
Your words
Now Joe
Places his words to carefully
They bind him to tight and he’s sweating
Trying to break free out of them
So then she could see his heart
But all she can see is his struggle
His thoughts are so big and he’s frightened
Everything is so fragile
And it’s slipping away
Your words
Now Irene
Throws out her words without power
They bite and they tear
And they’re harmless
and say so much about her and not about me
And there tuning, twisting and fading before her
They’re thoughtlessly cruel
And she’s binding herself to them forever
But this she won’t see
These days on the water are soothing my skin
These days on the water are drowning out your words
Now Simon throws out his words in fear
They dive and they dance and they haunt him
Teasing before his eyes
Perilously close
And he’s waiting
When will they catch up with him
Adrenaline screams
And he’s edgy
The image around him is fading
Soon they will see
Your words
These days…
Cannot let someone else complete you
Fill in those holes of uncertainty
Let’s find me than let’s find you
That is how it must be
He starves my feeding soul
He speaks of treasures riches gold
I shall not suffer oh no x2
I will eat words and marigolds x2
Don’t know what’s going on with me
Don’t understand why things must be this way
Sometimes it feels like the end is the best
Than the rest that the end is the best than the rest
He starves my feeding soul…
But I know I have so much to do
Forget the past
Learn and live
Don’t give in to where you’ve been
Don’t give in to where you’ve been
He starves my feeding soul…
All the years gone by
Still I feel the warmth of your heart
And I see you in my mind
All the plans we make
Paths we carefully choose
Then at fate’s crossroad
A moments here then gone
Hoping to release my soul from the pain that sadness holds
Trying hard to let it go, I’m walking through the desert row
As we sit and watch him play
There’s a strong embrace
In his smile that is yours
You’re always here with me
I have carried you
With me always
And as I laugh I realize
That you have brought me here
Hoping to release…
I see you walk by in the light of there eyes, a smile, a gesture as they pass by
And I’m lifted
Hoping to release…