Sunday, July 26, 2009

Anytown 1


This Is Your Life

The calendar page flips from
July to August
The kids buy supplies for school
Old friends enter work brand new
But still you’re sleeping in
The alarm was ringing, ringing off

Ringing, ringing, ringing..

And curse the daylight
Torching your weary eyes
Beers last night were healthy
Rids you of pain so easily

And waste the weekday
When the weekend can’t wait
Asleep this afternoon
Tired from nothing real to do

Now he questions himself:
Why is there nothing else?

This is your life, you must know
That these streets signs failed
At telling you where to go
Missing the red traffic light
Caused this crippling car crash
The sirens were ringing, ringing off

Ringing, losing, falling...

And fall from the sky
A bird who lost his flight
Wings too tired to rise
Extinguished from this burned out life

And die at the scene
Making this a ghost town
Where you’ll linger around
Until your lost soul hunts you down

And die at the scene...

Ladies, Gentlemen, this is the life
Of a man stuck somewhere inbetween
And if we remember him
At least for a day
Maybe he’d be on his way
His soul finds his ghost
Takes him away from the world of gray
He’s a man stuck somewhere inbetween


This is your life, or so it was
Tell me if who and when you loved
This is your heart, it went missing
Tell me if that means anything

This is your life, god it’s your life
No the years never did suffice
Now you question yourself:
Wasn’t there something else?

---

Plastic on Couches

An old-fashioned sort of thing
Plastic on couches
Squeak whenever we’re sitting

From the outside I touch it
But without comfort
That comes from cotton fabric

So let me in, let me in
I have stared at this couch much too long
Take this plastic skin off

An old-fashioned sort of thing
Plastic on couches
Squeak whenever we’re sitting.


---My Blue Sheets

I have you
As nature intended
Near naked on my bed
With my blue sheets
Oh almost perfect

We're underneath this miniature sun
That provides us light for now
I think it’s time for a sunset
On this ocean blue foreground

So turn off the switch.

As if though we’d hide.

It’s dark in this studio room.
I’m still trying to find you.


Well we’ll find it soon.


Friday, July 3, 2009

Transamerica


I found love
As a passenger in a pickup truck
I found peace
As the asphalt flowed underneath my feet

And I know
There’s nothing better than the open road
I’m not lost
As long as I have somewhere to go, oh...

Leaving the coast of California
Breathing the air of Alabama
I thought about you once or twice

But your words left me
After each state line.