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BOUND TO LOSE

4:30 in the morning it’s hard to see the brighter side of life. And the silver linings never paint the pictures that I thought I’d maybe find.

Well the last calls from last night and the choices I probably shouldn’t make. With everything I wished I’d known, I thought I’d think I’d treat them all the same.

I keep looking for a reason to retire while I am still behind. At least it would be easy on my body and even easier for my mind.

I’d love to greet the sunrise and each and every day with a smile, but the caffeine running through my veins can only carry me so many miles.

And it’s high on the whiskey, liquored up on life. Everyone around here knows it’s do or die. You’re just living by your own mottos, biting more than you can chew. Yeah reaching for an answer you pray will keep you true. Running on a reason that for every chance you take you’re bound to lose.

I’m wide awake and too tired of the same old lines I suffer every week and everyone’s suggestions on how to live my life if they were me. They say you “Listen with your eyes”, but believe you me I’m hanging on every word. If only I were twice my age, then maybe I wouldn’t find it half absurd.

Then it stays for just a while. But when it goes, it’s bound to leave you with a smile. Yeah maybe it was worth that one extra mile down the road on your own.

I’ll keep my heart in the gutter for those special days I know to be true. Because every time you get your hopes up, man they’ll turn around and shit on you.

If living was as easy as the sleep that I’ve been losing every night, I’d be winning back the time that I’ve lost and all the tears I have cried.

BAD TIDINGS

Can you feel the cancer beneath your skin and your limited days? Brings you closer to your bitter end, your insides rotting away. This is my gift I give to you in a package oh so neat. Wrapped up tightly with ribbons at your feet.

But beware of the ground on which you stand where you have burdened for so long. She has suffered the plague of your wicked hands and the poison from your tongue. Well the beasts of the soil and the birds of the air will ravage through your bones and the ground will welcome you eternal home.

You have a daughter of whom you love. Precious lullabies. Tell me daddy oh fairy tales riddled with your lies. But tell her the truth for the sake of the day. I am the monster under her bed and the constant wake of darkness in your head.

Well I’ll be around. You can count on this. Misery is at hand. I am the chill down your spine in the dead of the night and the serpent in your bed. Tell her these stories as you walk her to school. You’re infamy bleeding red. Then walk home and wrap the noose around your head.

I will tell your story when you’re gone. Streets will flood and unite in song and these tidings I bring will cover your grave and the memory of your name will fade away.

Now hold your breath but don’t worry about me. My conscience is dead and gone. I have buried it a long time ago with my virtues in the ground. I have severed the ties of laws divine and the taste of righteous chains. I will meet you where your tethered soul remains.

I will tell your story when you’re gone. Streets will flood and unite in song and these tidings I bring will cover your grave and the memory of your stay will fade with your name and these people you call friends will dance in the rain. They will pray. Yes they will pray.

MADE

Made my breakfast. Made my bed. Slept in it too. But it never felt so right as when I’s sleeping there next to you. And I made this roof above that keeps me from the rain. Hey hey boys now what you say? Man, I’ve got it made.

Made some progress. Made some time. Try to make things last. Made the money that bought this bread and the water that fills my glass. And I know I’ve made mistakes that waste away the days. But hey hey boys now what you say? Man, I’ve got it made.

Made some friends. Made some plans. Made this hear sound. Made some promises that I can’t keep but the friends seem to stick around. And I made this hole in my heart where I hide the pain. But hey hey boys now what you say? Man, I’ve got it made.

And I try to hold on to the things that have been. But everything you’ve made, you will lose in the end. And it’s a bitter sweet victory to leave here from the shame. And if I’m happy when I die, then I’ve got it made.

Made some turns. I’ve made choices. Yeah I make them all. But every path that I can see leads me to a goddam wall. And sometimes I feel as if I’m making my own grave. But hey hey boys now what you say? Man I’ve got it made. Hey hey boys, what you say? I think I’ve got it made. Hey hey boys, what you say? Man I’ve got it made.

CONTESTANT

Why don’t you sit tight, enjoy the demonstration. Stand in line. Let go of your frustration. Brings you a peace of mind but peace can never come too soon. What with everybody trying to change the moon.

But when the tide breaks and tribulations start flowing overhead. Take heed of conversation but you can’t float on what others said. And the words that never seemed so long. And the old can never let go.

But when the tears fall from eyes who’ve never flown. Goddam this self-righteous tone. We’re the heirs of the problems gone unsolved. And the seeds in the weeds and trials of the deeds and the gifts that waste away.

From the rolling hills to the warmth of a lover’s mouth. I have listened to the words long written down. And the cards are played while the promise made, but the end is all but changed. While the pride of wisdom remains. It’s that old familiar game.

But who are we to judge? We’re friendly fire in each other’s grudge.  Closing doors to open arms has led us to familiar harm. I’m a child. I’m a child I’ve been told. But we’re all the product of a different goal. And the words that never seemed so wise. I’ll be looking through the lens of traded eyes.

VACTIONLAND

Come one come all and follow me. There’s distant lands too far to see. So bate your breath and lend your ears. A father’s doubts are father’s fears. Bare witness to these desperate times. So refugee, what say to you? Will you leave this behind?

Well the people here, they live to see another life a different breed. Where things are better and pain is free so burn your money and fuel the need. Is this the place for child’s sake? They’ll be our special guest to take. Your luggage is not needed here so board the train and wash your fears away. This place awaits.

The trees wake up and play the tambourines while the hitching posts let go of everything. Conductor screams but the pullman’s asleep. Lay your head on the tracks till I never come back.

So here we are now watch your step. Things aren’t the way they seem to be. The words you stole from beggars’ lips are fleeting as a beggar’s dream. And promises, they tend to slip so check your name off from the list. Behold and step this way.

Well the Cornish hen says let’s begin. I’ll play that sucker and steal his kid. We’re all together but live in sin. We’ll free the dogs and kill the pig. Mortician sings the gambler’s theme. The sevens fold and slay the king. Beware the breast of diamond’s queen. Your children belong to her disease. Rejoice. Rejoice and sing.

The trees wake up and play the tambourines while the hitching posts let go of everything. Conductor screams but the pullman’s asleep. Lay your head on the tracks till I never come back.

So leave the lost and fill the void with the wisdom from your cage. Forget the cost of what the tinker sells. It’s just the price for your stay.

This is the part where hope will fade so leave your prayers for better trades. The god you chose is running late. He’s lost the will to hold your fate. Well everybody now sees the ghost so take your seats and greet your host. We dine tonight for the morrow brings your fairy tales on broken wings. Now dance. Dance for the day.

The trees wake up and play the tambourines while the hitching posts let go of everything. Conductor screams but the pullman’s asleep. Lay your head on the tracks till I never come back.

WASHITA JUJU

I was rolling bones on the river just south of Calcasieu. When she walked up to the table, laid her money on the muse. I said “Darlin be my saving grace. My back’s against the wall.” She said “You must be from Texas. I can hear it in your draw.” I saw the horseshoes in her eyes. Them rabbits feet gone bad. And that’s when sevens shook me down for everything I had.

She walked in from the kitchen laid his hat down on the bed. He grabbed the nearest crucifix and cursed that woman dead. He said damn you retched bitch and the vile in your veins. It runs deeper than the Washita. I curse your evil name. You could hear it from the kitchen a black kettle on the stove started ringing out in misery and crying for the home.

And the catfish on the bottom says goodnight. Rooster he’s still looking for a fight. When you find something to love you’ll still be swimming in that mud and yelling at the sun to go away.

Elmore placed the dead cat in the bottom of the bag. When he saw the warts he knew just what decision need be had. They called him general Custard by the darkness in his stare. He took the bag down to the graveyard. Witching hour was near. When the devil came walking up waving a white flag in his hand, he shot the demon down and said “Hell is not your land”.

And the bodies in the shallow grave say goodnight. Sons of bitches still looking for a fight. When you find something to love, you’ll still be swimming in that mud and yelling at the sun to go away.

I washed my hands. I buried my disease. There’s a tourniquet of doubt that keeps the poison in my knees. Bad luck’s on the needle and the ink it runs too deep. I’d keep a four leaf clover but that’s another man’s greed. Now I’m wearing empty pockets. There’s a worry in my mouth. Well she just looked at me and said “Le coup de la vie South”. She turned to leave I asked her where’s the charter for this crime. She said “You’ll find it in the mud when that old Washita runs dry”.

And the catfish on the bottom says goodnight. Rooster he’s still looking for a fight. When you find something to love you’ll still be swimming in that mud and yelling at the sun to go away.

PILLARIST PLIGHT

He took the life of a dreamer with a bitter grain of salt, but the vinegar on his necktie couldn’t keep the coffee stains off the wall. Well he chewed his way thru college. Student loans and LSD. But the colors bouncing off of the lamp shades couldn’t match the lights of reality. And his family took the better leaving but he don’t care anymore. Go man go.

Well he tells everybody who listens to him ramble, he’s an artist without the fame. And the government took his paintbrush. They call him certifiably insane. Now he’s painting open landscapes on a canvas in his head. He likes the yellow paint on the skylines. He said it smells just like the red. And a simple slip of conscientious never really hurt anyone. So they say.

Well the dogs are on the table and the fleas are on the floor. And the ketamine flavored sawdust couldn’t paralyze the horse he rode. Well cigarettes rolled from papers stolen from motel bibles and self-help books. He said it never really helped him all too much. He got religion on the fly but the water never took.

Thrown away. His mind was on the fence. Was it fate to say or just coincidence that the tipping point was just a weak defense from all the families and friends that left that empty space? All the illusions of hope eaten from those kitchen plates and all the memories that time and drugs failed to erase and all the people they stare and say “Man, oh what a waste”. But those people never could paint a picture anyway. Go man go.

NIGHTMARE LULLABY

Oh dreams, take me in your arms and comfort me. Speak to me with rhythms and truths ill conceived.  And when your visions, I have parted. You’ll leave me broken hearted and forever chase the sleep that took me close to you. And forever chase the sleep that hides me from the truth.

Well she spoke to me with poetry as sweet as heaven’s skies. Said she’d love me with the darkness that bleeds from my eyes. And when the clouds have been forsaken and the darkness removes her mask, I’ll be holding to the feelings of love that do not last. And when I find the darkness, she can bind me with the past.

Well I’ve buried forgotten silver under pleasures of faded gold. And time, it weathers all things. The days cannot be told. And in your slumber I have fallen and awaken memories. Let me steal away these moments for the love and for the greed. Because I’ll be leaving soon with stubborn eyes where the truth is calling me.

And when the sun comes breaking thru the dust behind the shades, I’ll say to myself that I’ve lived and seen those better days. And now against the colors of the dreams of yesterday. Oh I’m not tired, I just need some rest and better days.

So here I am still breathing. No further from the rest. I’ve seen the nightmare’s beauty. I’ve laid upon her breast. And when she calls me back again I will run with open arms. Because I’d rather see the darkness and awaken with relief than to feel the sadness from the lies that are sleeping in my dreams.

Oh dreams take me in your arms and comfort me.

THE GUN THE GOLD AND THE GIRL

Well I had to have the gun to get the gold and I had to have the gold to get the girl
She wanted things I couldn’t buy and now I lost her love
She was everything in this life I’ve been dreaming of
Now one dark night of desperation began my life a crime
Knew where someone captured a gun and now the gun was mine
I had to have the gun to get the gold and I had to have the gold to get the girl

Well I robbed and stole I even killed to win her for my own
Till I found her in an another’s arms one night when I came home
Well they tried to run. I drew my gun. They never made it to the door
And by their side I threw the gun I wouldn’t need no more
For I wouldn’t need the gun to get the gold
And I wouldn’t need the gold to get the girl

She wanted things I couldn’t buy and now I lost her love
She was everything in this life I’ve been dreaming of
Now very soon I’ll meet my doom the rope hangs just outside
But when I saw her in his arms that’s when I really died
Well I had to have the gun to get the gold and I had to have the gold to get the girl
For I had to have the gun to get the gold and I had to have the gold to get the girl

She wanted things I couldn’t buy and now I lost her love
She was everything in this life I’ve been dreaming of

DEAD FIELDS AND HOLLOW SEEDS

City lights, hidden stars. I once had a dream but it ran too far. Crooked smiles. Heavy traffic. This life is a joke but nobody is laughing.

Days are gone but the dust remains. It ain’t easy to change when everybody’s the same. Start to wonder how can you feel when everyone is here but nobody is real.

Grab another log. Throw it on the fire. You know it only gets cold every once in a while. Take off your coat and pull back your shell. We can tell everybody to go to hell.

Dream of a feeling but the feeling dies. It’s been drowned in the soil with the weeds they rise and rise. They’ve been choked to death. They’re suffering long till their last breath. Rock and stone. Yeah rock me low. I’ve been growing them roots where nobody goes. Spread me across them open fields. We’ll catch like a wildfire and cover the hills.

Grab another log. Throw it on the fire. You know it only gets cold every once in a while. Take off your coat and pull back your shell. We can tell everybody to go to hell.

Friends will go. Money fades. Feelings will burn but only memories remain. Like a ditch that’s dug too deep you fill it with cement but through the cracks they spread and breathe.

Grab another log. Throw it on the fire. You know it only gets cold every once in a while. Take off your coat and pull back your shell. We can tell everybody to go to hell. There’s a place where the feeling stays. It takes all night but it grows all day. Moves like a ghost running down your spine decomposing the walls and eats away the lies.