Adams and Marie

We'll wait until dark
to move you
Let me try and move you after dark

Lights blur into lines
Strangers getting stranger
searching like the mob
we get stronger together

Things fall apart
the center does not hold
holding the talisman in my hand
I reach for the ace up my sleeve to find
the only constant

your face in profile
diamonds in freckles
hair calming the breeze


Only you


Mulholland waits


Cleanse the hurts denning secretly in my secret heart
This sacred agreement holding us on these roads forever broken
Mulholland watches and waits until the sun turns red
and the sea reclaims the land
In the hills, the cities, schools of fish
That's right I can see the future now

I can see the future
In lights, our names together, ten feet tall
Brightening the lives lucky enough to brush up against yours
And all of those unlucky enough never to know you

Mulholland waits
like no one else knows it exists
At hollywood and highland
the strangers act like we're not even irish
even though we're drunk
the big 5 snarled like knots on fingers
the 118 and 170
the 101 all the way to the water
the 10 coming all the way back to the wine

So if the world ended in darkness
I would feel around for your hand
Until I hold it in mine
We'd search for my car, the color of darkness
And speed into the black
and pray
we've got just enough gas left to get us home



Don't leave me alone

Don't



Soft touch you and me
trying so hard to be hard
We see through each other
into what's been left behind
by the users and abusers
and by the dogs chasing their tales and howling for blood

What they have no use for
what doesn't taste like flesh
but spirit
and white light
compassion and courage

Sun blasted, road tested, bruised and broken
but still here
and still alive
at the center
soft and sweet
this beating, bleeding heart we share

I'll protect you if you shelter me

Desolation Park (Princess of Denmark II)

A molding horse
catches flies
their eyes
shades of aqua and green

Squirming under its screaming gaze
Strange, dirty children at play
In a meadow filled with rusting war machines
Petrified titans, alien forms; hideous and frightening

Death? Or maybe only slumber
Dreaming of silence
Dreaming in the void
Whatever dreams the ancient and insane
vampire gods dream
to console their trapped and gibbering minds
Forever licking the wounds that bleed black water
onto feet made of clay

What turned the old gods' eyes away?

Who hung this rotting horse?
From the dead tree (which gives no shelter)
In the shining meadow, where poison children play

Who beat it so mercilessly, so long after its wicked demise?

The Ritual of Chud

Dirty words on dirty walls
Above the black, wooden door
a symbol that singes the eyes
and stokes the flame
in your heart's dark center

Hold me here
Don't take me inside of this familiar place
Let's stay out in the frosted night
And celebrate our meager belongings:
the mementos of a season long over

I'll bite my tongue, and you will loosen yours
Laughing and bleeding, I finally get the joke
Heaven is empty
The turtle is dead

No one can stop the slide

I dream

I gleam in your eyes
Even with the dust in them
Making me a blur

And androids can't be trusted

Notions

Listen to myself complain, candid's started to phase me.
My heart bled into my brain, and the mess made me crazy.

I

I could quit any time.

Roll the water, let it go. Shed the skin that life gave me.
Chariot comes swinging low. Not so low it could save me.

I

I could make any climb.

But I've got style.

I've got class.

So i wont hurt you

the way I know I could.

Cause I've got thoughts.

I've got these notions.

And they're making waking up feel like a gutter again.

Circles

We twirl in circles to music, we bounce and we bend.
We're feeling swell, and hell that's what counts in the end.
We're unassuming, we're blooming, then wilting again.
We know succeeding is fleeting but bleeding you, meaning you've got to pretend.
Around and round we pass the time.

We're touching, I'm spinning, he loves me and the back of my head crashes into just why.
It's crushing, I'm giving all of me and the life that I've led flashes right by my eyes.
Around and round we tell our lies.

It's copacetic, poetic till it starts to decay.
Love pulls it's capers, it tapers then it shimmies away.
So raise your glass to what's past, toss your bottle bouquet.
Don't stay so down we're bound to whirl back around and relive the cliche.
Around and round we pass goodbye.

Screamed

I wanted to tell you something

I wanted for you to know

I wanted to run away screaming

and ruin the perfect snow

but the words, the wouldn't come

they froze and hit the earth

so i put them in my pocket

so you never knew their worth

then my words, they melted

soaked right through my jeans

Now i the only love I know

is love I hear or read

so now the words lay useless

in angels in the snow

I wanted to tell you something 

but you didn't want to know