Shipwreck

There was the long night

The black water

The sky over head

how many more tides

How many more

How deep is the water

Do we really want to know?

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The earth reaches for the moon

How do I live

Without you?

Stuck here

Between the hours

Did you see us here?

Left my pain

In the yesterday –

those hours

wasted

They are gone away

Nothing is ever here to stay

Sometimes I wake up

And I see us still

Reaching for all old things

The way we were

The way we are

Whether it is where we wanted it it to be-

Here we are

Morning youth

I wake up to the morning sky

Foggy

Overcast

Thick

Of memory

Grey and lit with shadows

Overcast dreams

Nightmares

Of wrong and write

I see the light

And tell myself everything is O.K.

Get up

Come on up

Didn’t they tell you

History is written

Remembered

By those who win?

These fading chords

Bleeding ink

Words on paper

Are just tomorrow’s memory

Did you read between the lines?

The love letters in the margins?

“Will you remember me?”

“Not like I used to…”

Come on up

The cards have been dealt

I pour my tea

I sit and write

Here inside

The morning light….

Seasons of Wither

Hard sky

Come on and guide us

this season is over

Drink liquid Novocain

It’s only

For the pain

said she was ready to give you the finger

Can’t figure it out

What we’re all about

The back of her mind

Your changing your faces all of the ti-

You’ll get yours in good time

Bring us to the water

Baptize us in fire

Where does our sins go in seasons of wither ?

Whatever happened to the sound when the nail hits?

Born from the front of the line

The fuss

The cuss

Teach us to slither

Teach us to wither

It’s harvest season behind her eyes

And all and all

It’s about time

The end of time

Oh but I’ve bought mine

Made it on my own

We’re all out of –

Buy me more –

She gave the world the finger

Going in

Coming out

What’s the fuss all about

Figured it out

Just as we we’re going out

Put the stones away

She’s figured you out

And maybe we’re all out

Of –

Can’t buy me –

Teach me to slither

Baptize me in fire

Bring us to water

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30 for 30 (Blow’n in the wind)

How do you stop the bleeding

How do you stop the paranoia

How high is the water….

Did you get up on Sunday morning

Did you start the coffee

Brew the healing

Did you feel the earthquake

Started on the downside

Now it’s trouble on the west side

South side

Didn’t you ever hear …

Call it

The body is dead on the table

Gods walk among us

New shades

New kicks

Old tricks

Same streets

Different kind of healing

And you still can’t live off your 9-5

Unplugged

From the paranoia

She lives between the covers

Social

Postal

Media is gone

She went to his house

He didn’t have a book

She left

And he doesn’t know why

’65

’95

’05

Tell me

When did I grow up

How do you stop the bleeding

Hard rain against the pain ….

Maybe we’re all just the same ….

The Ballad of Anne Hall

Anne Hall

Hear her call

She lives in the RV at the end of it all

5 little ones

Everyone knows she just can’t feed anymore

If houses are homes

Well hers

it’s coming down

And winter it keeps coming

But summer is hell

But they kept saying

Anne you can have it all

If you just clean up a little

Smile a little more

And Anne

She keeps praying

She keeps praying that her kids just won’t wake up to this anymore.

The rain was thundering

The lightning crashing

Like a ship breaking through a shore

A tornado

Like the finger of god

Scorched the earth across town

Everyone’s eyes were blind

The hunger

Was passed off

As crazy

eyes of Anne

Until

One night

The rain thundered down

She came to the Emergency

The blood ran down

Like the rain against the windows of everyone’s white washed streets

Anne prayed don’t let me have another mouth to feed

And everyone met again

At the square

Now Anne

doesn’t have a dollar to pay for her pills or her bills

And Anne couldn’t make the trip

Anne Hall

Hear her call

The day they put Anne in the ground

At the back of the gate

the council met

Behind doors that locked

And children with filled stomachs

Tucked away in their beds

and a hard rain fell

It fell

And in the emergency

A new mother cries …

And even today

Everyone is quiet when they pass by

Where there was an RV at the end of it all…