Words

Red Planet
2008
Magma Music

Phantom Spaceman

I know she’s behind those doors
I’ve traveled the blackness to be here
You can’t keep her from me

Phantom spaceman tries to prevail when
Circus sight line
Your eyes fail again

I know she’s behind those doors
I’ll start by ripping up the floors
Blue glowing fire brands and scores

Phantom spaceman tries to prevail when
Circus sight line
Your eyes fail again
Fan cooled spaceman tries to assail them
Ex-face tie-line
Falls by my men

Sweet words that you speak
To throw me off the trail
Showing me a shriveled shell
Loveless, eyeless, and frail

Give me an answer
Give me an answer
Give me a reason to believe she’s not here

Give me an answer
Give me an answer
Give me a reason to believe
Give me a reason to believe she’s not here

Phantom spaceman tries to prevail when
Circus sight line
Your eyes fail again

The Truth

I’m scared of you, scared of you
Your eyes are blazing blue
You make me tell the truth

A royal feel to your posture
Sitting on your throne
Always kind to your subjects
An always royal tone

I’m scared of you, scared of you
Your eyes are blazing blue
You make me tell the truth

Facing constant eye contact
I try to guard my thoughts
Your eyes ask silent questions
I stumble without pause

I’m scared of you, scared of you
Your eyes are blazing blue
You make me tell the truth

A level of comfort
That I thought I careful contained
No reason to over-think this
No sign of pain
A friendly fire interrogation
Leaves me grinning and weak
Interlocked on our sides
Unprovoked I speak

I’m scared of you, scared of you
Your eyes are blazing blue
You make me tell the truth

Why is This City Here?

Why is this city here?
Why is this city here?

There’s no river that flows through
Why is this city here?
There’s no port bringing spices from the Far East
Why is this city here?
There’s no nexus of railroad tracks
Why is this city here?
There’s no mine hiding gold and medicine
Why is this city here?
There’s no seat of worship adorned in deities
Why is this city here?
There was no battle to settle the war
Why is this city here?
There’s no oasis from oppressive flatlands
Why is this city here?
There’s no gateway to the New World
Why is this city here?
There’s no indigenous people offering fortunes for a price
Why is this city here?
There’s no old world money laundered in neon lights
Why is this city here?
There’s no ancient wonder built by faceless many
There was a queen
There was a queen
There was a queen
She was my queen

Trouble

Trouble
I held your hand
Like a suitcase with the codes to the bomb
Handcuffed

Struggle
They blindsided me
With a light so bright
It was not of this world
Solar

Take me
Take me
Don’t take her

Trouble
My fist slices through air
She’s gone
They’re gone
The Don pays his respects
Pays his respects

5 O’Clock

It’s getting brighter at 5 o’clock
I can’t believe I had those thoughts
At the far end, behind the trees,
It spills and brightens with positivity

Owning, growing, no more paranoid morning

It’s getting brighter at 5 o’clock
I can’t believe the way I fought
At the far end, behind the trees,
It spills and brightens with positivity

Owning, growing, no more paranoid morning
Owning (keep it close), growing, I think I’m opening again

It’s getting brighter at 5 O’clock
It scares and frightens me

Saturday

Saturday is the morning of the rising sun
The Eastern sun, the one that wakes me from my doubts
Of talking behind backs and going on the attack
And looking down my nose on someone who lacks

But it’s been such a strange change of gears
I’ve been trained for so many years

This Saturday, I find myself still awake
Closing each window, found the last room of shade
But I put myself here, there’s no one else to blame

It’s been such a strange change of gears
I’ve been trained for so many years
And I don’t know if I can follow you

Each ray extends from the center touching everyone near
I wanna be a rising sun, help to dry a stranger’s tears
Realizing my love of toil is a masquerade of hidden greed
Giving away my time, my touch, my voice, my deed

I don’t know if I can follow you
I’d be better off watching what I say or do
It’s been such a strange change of gears
And I hope that I can follow you

Superstitious Wish

Blasting through it
Forcing through it
Layers of atmosphere between us
Burning fire
Pushing higher
Hoping to break the black vacuum of space
They’ve taken my love to an unreachable place
Shackled and gagged and a black hooded face
All around me say to let go, say to forget, say to let go

As far as I can go
Superstitious wish on a black hole

Try to ignore it
Try to forget it
The dark ones of the red have control
My attachment is gone
Everything is wrong
I am far beyond console

Eating my thoughts
Burning my eyes
Pounding my chest when fully at rest
All I can think that I have to have, whatever it takes, I have to go

As far as I can go
Superstitious wish on a black hole

Almost arriving, almost freefalling
I had no idea how heavy this gravity was
Disengage sockets, exit the rocket
I can feel the atmosphere between us
Withstanding fire, ascending higher
I can breathe with a glimpse of your face
Suspicious wish, suspenseful kiss
All around me letting me go, letting me walk, letting me go

As far as I can go
Superstitious wish on a black hole
As far as I can go
Superstitious wish on a black hole

The Greatest Man

She had a hard winter
The second time she faced the monster
So devious and invisible
A devilish cellular imposter

A familiar white coated man
Would begin his speech for the two of them
But the king was the note collector
Every last detail was verbatim

He loves her
Adores her
Wishes he could deliver her
From this pain

She lost her mind for these days
“A bear”, she said to be around
I came down and we cracked a shell
A blank shock stare, eyes to the ground

He loves her
Adores her
Wishes he could deliver her
From this pain
On her feet and hands
Holding them he’s the greatest man
For her pain
Obsidian
2006
Let’s Get Awesome Music

These Strange Lives Inside

silence…one that’s suspect
a cold field, not quite winter
peeking, stretch a neck out
looking left and right, it seems peacefulyou see me, stretch
you enjoy effort
i calmly step out
but you advise cautioninstead of opening up the door
retreat to a warmth by the stove
don’t pass off my back
make sure you can handle my way
make sure you can handle my way
make sure you can handle my wayaquamarine
aquamarine
a shade off of green
aquamarine

these strange lives…inside
comparing quality…by outside
did you have to make that full move?
peek your head and follow through

Fly In Form

you can’t say i’m not autonomous
a megaphone in one of us
singular synonymous
the butterflies don’t fly in form
first person plural and warmtwo benches on the side
steps down to the sand
wind whipped eyes try tears
silent advice and years
restless on my side, help mei can’t say i’m not afraid of this
an empty stretch without a kiss
“palpable” and meaningless
the butterflies don’t fly in form
first person plural and warmhe came straight clean with me
told me “honestly”
a life of strangle holds
never asked just told
restless on my side, help mea dozen years in front of us
all behind has seemed like fluff
the muse i follow makes fun of us
the butterflies will fly in form
i’ll hold your hand every day it’s warm

help me to find me
help me to find you
help me to find me
help me to find you

Bird of Black Fire

just an ordinary night
at the end of an ordinary week
i had some friends not show
someone that i wanted to know
i didn’t hear back from her
my prospects dipped under the line
but i don’t, i don’t need
to be, to be picked upi don’t want to search my soul tonight
it’s not on my dance card
i’ll fit in where the sound is tight
bird of black fire’s got to go
i don’t want to search my soul tonight
i’ve changed up my radar
from hourglass in strobe light
scorch the street beneath my wingsjust an ordinary girl
that i met on the train into town
was she my long lost love?
would i be below with her above?
her palm to my pocket
she slips paper into denim folds
9 digits now i owni don’t need psycho analysis
what i need, i need tonight
is a friend, i’ve never had
and a place, i’ve never been
and a thing, i’ve never tried
just try to spread them wide
Mist of Crystals

eyes well up first time i saw
you shine your brightness someone else’s way
but i let you out
i needed to explore
you needed to know
is this what it’s for?haze of diamonds, fog of sharp tacks
always seem so confusing
i should be able to quantify
but maybe it’s cloudy nature is what defines uswhen we reconnect, it’s like getting your legs back
unsteady at first
full of pins and needles
overwhelming oasis, watching voice tones
we both can’t admit
we both feel like homehaze of diamonds, fog of sharp tacks
always seem so confusing
i should be able to quantify
but maybe it’s cloudy nature is what defines usa mist of bright crystals, a mist of my crystals
if i wanted it to be, i would describe it like a
shimmering mist of my crystals, mist of bright crystals
if i wanted i wanted it to be, i would describe it like…

i won’t sew my eyes shut, if i see you walking
with your undivided, your undivided, undivided eyes
one of these days i’ll turn my divided eyes back on you

Rick’s Leer

alone again
i’ve got the madman running
on empty
the treads are
falling apartgone again
to the liquor store humming
of whiskey
i’m trading my life
for a larkmay we learn to know at last
that morning shrinks the evening past
and may we see in the sky at night
the shattered day in speckled whitelost again
and the sign that i’m under
i can’t read
in the day
in the darkround again
in circles i’m spinning
a bad dream
where i end
where i start

out the door into the snow
to and fro i’m last to know
as wide the sea as bright the sky
live the dream in time to die

North of Bloody

send my letters home
send my letters past me
i want to ignore
letters full of furyi did not intend this
my mind wanders endless
never content for long
these places always felt wrongi remember a time
i stared right past your climb
always wanting elsewhere
cold winds chillingly unfairyou and me we can pull out of this,
find a beach and bed and common focustake it out on me
take it out on who you see
i deserve my failure
i deserve your view of me

if i put in effort
an effort meant for adults
you would live like royalty
and know my capability

what has been remarkable
what has been incredible
you gave me no cage
you gave me a place to be

it’s my turn
i remember just as well
our own private bay, north of bloody
finding the height of how we fell

if there’s more to it, i don’t want to know
if there’s more to it, we’ll cut the city off
we’ll cut the city off, cut the city off

we’ll take things down, when all we had
was toes and sand…
my whole world’s hand…

Measure

slow and gradual, but i’m getting there
her visage doesn’t pierce keeping me in
her messages don’t cause me to overexaminei am the engineer, you’re not longer needed here
i have become my only measureregaining control
i want it
to be mine
situated right it moves right
situated right it feels right
situated right it tastes rightfriends are acquaintances
they don’t measure me
i am the engineer, no one else, not she
i’ll crush the future…away…
no abyss, no abysmal, no dismal displayi’m a measure

Don’t Mind Me

she came over covered in tears
with a list of compounded fears
essentially, i covered my earsdon’t mind me
you’ve got your own problems to heal
don’t mind me
you’ve got your own reasons to fearas usual, i pulled attention away
“what should i do?” is what i would say
i should’ve made sure you were okself-centered, i can’t help it
please ignore my approach
Awkward Wings

our gods they mixed our clay
with shapeless flames of yearning
an empty sack of earnings
frictionless, the wheels keep turningfrozen fingers play the bill
as silent lips rerun the drill
steady now, it starts to rise
as awkward wings ignite their skiesthey tried to find away
to witness the transforming
inside like locust swarming
their last and desperate warningbut throw your fist
and eat this kill
its sparks cast shadows
of the thrill
manuevering, we take their place
and glide across your empty spacehurry up, stop
and move apart

my god i think it’s coming
super earth and sonic
a lethal tasty tonic
daily routine so moronic

a flash of brilliance lights the sky
the arc of fire taunts the night
will disintegrate the lie
that every day is prone in flight

hurry up, stop
disprove, restart
tap on the window
it’s not yet awake
fondle the trigger
you can make this mistake

tiny streams of daily light
million times a second sight
tap away our fingertips
ekg spurts and dips
we’re meant to find our own way
a path is found, our fingers gray
maneuvering, we take our place
and glide across a crowded space

we’ll end up weak

Make My Day

bad machines bad pirouettes
bad touching bumpers leave glass clusters and ghost bustersdistorted metal scene cleaned
still leaves crosses, poems and weedit smells like tears, empty beers and chance
maybe these machines weren’t meant to dance
maybe these machines weren’t meant to dancebut they sing
nonsense, the freedom! it makes my day
this action portal womb coaster covered in chrome
as the night slides past my moon roof
even the graves seem to wave and they laugh and they laughsand on the floor from the day before
umbrella, crow bar and a disc
blue fluid, oil, extra house keys
my second home this is

piles of files flutter with the fallen
on the way home pick up the kids
beware of drivers with airbag shiners
the forecast is rain lightening and risk
the forecast is rain lightening and risk

the pedal depresses beneath my feet
rubber grinds aginst the street
alarm as the two glances meet
with death watching

but no work for the man in black today
as lights change and the mechanical dance plays
until metal partner misses a step
until metal partner misses a step
until metal partner misses a step
with death watching

Slow and Sound

i don’t know why i had this dream
just the other night
it felt so strange
a sky of doves blocked out the sun
and solutions were clearly
out of range
i’m sorry, i’m sorryi don’t know who i said that to
just the other day
it felt so real
have recent connections resumed a force that was neutralized
but now i feeli’m sorry, i’m sorry you saw metaking it slow & sound
taking it slow & sound
no one is keeping track or time
taking it slow & soundi’m so glad the car broke down
just the other day
we had more time
to begin the process of patching up a hole i hope you too,
recognize

i’m sorry for your hard day
but it warms me to see your face

Palillo

i want someone to care
i need a person, a person to spare
i want someone to kiss me
i need another…to get the gist of mea burning stick lights the way
driving the whole day
open baby
descending shells along the bayshe came to see me, a few minutes late
a casual friend of service, a glass and a plate
trying to dodge another, we hid ‘round the corner
suddenly eyes were locking, and lips soon aftera burning stick lights the way
driving the whole day
open baby
i need to see you every daya fire is the beacon
burning in my belly
can’t nail down the logic
how can this compel me?

palillo ardiente!

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