We ran through Every midnight pain We were down Where There is no survivors No one knows What will And will not come Maybe it’s fate Maybe it’s just How the fires burn But babe Good god babe No one could ever say We didn’t walk these roads We didn’t carry the load We didn’t fight against Our destruction And hey there Sister Can you remember The early morning The smell of winter Over this town And hey there Babe I can remember The smell of your perfume Your head on my shoulder Eyes so bright And even the rain Doesn’t bother To fight What no one knows …. And We ran these roads We took the poison We took the chances Some of us left But someone always comes back And we pick up Right where we left off Both feet on the ground Keeping rough hands Dreaming About what’s never been – Down Where the midnight fire is … The whiskey is smoother And the women are stronger And they kiss with a fire We wake up with the morning Building a dream In the heart of this town….
Consent is easy It looks like Me sending you texts all day About Tongue and two finger combos what I wish I could do Because I know you like them It looks like me Wearing a tie Because I know You like to take it off And be blindfolded Consent Is both of us Passionately Having fun Both of us Burning out together Both of us Coupled together Like A spliced electrical wire That’s consent —— If it isn’t firing If it isn’t equally enthusiastic If you’re not in to it Than I’m not having fun We can do something different Anything Cook Nap There is no pressure to be anything
Hang in there This is life This is what you’ve got I flipped the script I changed it up Maybe I was a fool Sure I panicked in the beginning Thought what the hell have I done But then you ask Ok what do I do now? I have to keep going forward I have to I can’t stop I can’t stop The sky is the limit But we’re going to break through that too… Both feet on the ground Reality can be distressing But if you’ve got the moves Stay in the ring Pressing ——- I know you want to scream 3am what kind of life is this… ——- Build a dream This is your life …. What you get is what you’ve got… What do we do about it ? What are you gonna do now? Keep pressing Keep writing Keep building Soon you’ll be flying Looking back saying Look at that We overcame What we thought would crush us We surprised even ourselves We can build We can change We can run this race That boy from the mountains Passed down shoes Kerosine heat Concrete floors A lot of sacrifice But look where it got you… Look at what a boy can do…
Keep your head down Keep pressing Keep writing Keep climbing Soon you’ll be flying
She’s got her eyes fixed On the electric sunrise She’s watched her dreams die She knows What life is Nothing scares her anymore And you’re going to remember her name … And nothing scares her anymore Her eyes fixed on her goal She’s buying this town Just to burn it down Nothing scares her anymore You know that she knows And you hate her for it Life isn’t just a game She’s cashed out Flipped it You won’t get to repeat it No second chances You missed it ——- She’s fixed her eyes And you’re not it….
There’s a difference Between Potential and opportunity And there’s a difference in you and I She said we all live and die And you have to understand the market place What keeps people awake … —-/// Across the border There’s a brother Some say he’s Cain some say he’s Abel others say there’s still a chance there’s still time for him to change his mind …he talks a lot about a lot and about nothing … And he never does anything —-/// Now here inside these mountains There’s some empty buildings With burned out dreams They say the economy cut it down like a pale rider with winter eyes … They say play it safe Play it close You can’t live if it goes up in smoke Like an alert to the welfare state that we are still here Drinking watered down coffee Re used grounds And wearing passed down shoes… ——/// She drinks her drinks She walks her walk She laughs a little And says It takes 6 to 18 months to make money off a dream but most people shoot it in the yard at 90days and post a sign to remind those dreams not to come around anymore … —-/// And here in this dry county She drips of sex and honey Without even trying she is the wet city Where you can get your drink And if you’re not careful Patient Disciplined You will suffocate yourself Because you’ve went so long Without a dream… ——/// Here in this mountain We talk a lot about a lot The darkness in this house In this town I work three jobs And I write my goals down I say good bye And I pray We forget the trench wars Where you could drown in the mud We forget the survival Or maybe that’s all we’ve been running on and we can’t reach deeper Like the lover who holds on to potential afraid that there’s nothing better…afraid that the hunger inside …the craving, is only evil… Look out over this mountain
When you’re alone you’re alone There’s a price you pay either way.
I keep moving my couch closer and pretending it doesn’t matter ….
Pictures give us words
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We are textured
Quilted
Struggled
Immigrants
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Downsizing
Can you downsize the American dream?
We can find answers in 5g speed
We are born with a cellular plan
But we don’t know our neighbour
A pastors struggle on Monday morning
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Are we red and blue state ?
Disconnected
People vote, or don’t vote, for various reasons.
One Party is the single issue party. Or the anti vax, anti mask, lower tax…don’t take my guns?
No, one party is the American dream, Reagan party, read, communicate, write, dream, love your country, write your wife love letters from across the room. You’re groomed from a young age to vote red.
The business owner. Trying to dream.
The other is college kids, millennials, like it or not, woke, sensitive to every issue, minority, apologising, how will the kids make it during this economy?
Most of us are somewhere in the middle not on the fringes…who’ve lived through a handful of economic collapses…
Most of us have lost someone to this virus…
I was talking with a nurse and she was telling me of the horror of a patient dying…of the horror that people still think this is a hoax, the fact that these patients are protected by privacy laws and this creates a gap…and we will never know…but they know…and for them…this is a nightmare…
Now, what do people vote on?
Somewhere in the middle.
We have more in common than we think.
The whole silence is violence
be woke to every single new thing ….
that’s a big tab…
the answer to winning votes and states
is not be the most liberal…
it’s connecting to the country.
We are all Americans.
Unplug from social media,
You can block and unfollow each-other all day long but these are real people with real lives and real votes and they are not going anywhere, they’re our neighbours our mothers our siblings.
what do we all have in common.
Return to the vision. Return to common sense, adulthood …
you can build a platform and a table with room for everyone.
We can’t go back…we go forward…beyond the light…or we fade into oblivion…
