The start of something on August 30, 2014...

When making a killing is killing you,
and the sun doesn't shine like you want it to.
Colors so vivid, so everything's gray.
The worst thing to do is a brand new day.

When death's an obsession, and caring's a waste,
the time is nigh to refocus your fate
in service to Others with no hope for return.
Only then can you actually learn.

unfinished song written 5/17/10

Through these sorry eyes,

stone cold sour, no alternative.

I can't make up my mind,

that's my prerogative.

Finding freedom within

but judging others as without.

You can keep trying

through your creeping fog of doubt.

But you'll only get what you want

if you really truly love me.

Can you love me?

Can you love me?

Axe is swung, silver arrow,

cutting through the straight and narrow.

Seeds are sewn when rage is blind.

Do you have to be the hurting kind?

Lo and behold, the grass is greener.

Blooming roses smelling sweeter.

The part of you you laid to waste

is fertilizing nowhere, no place.

Scorpio Moon

This is a song I wrote while living in Belize for Ph.D. fieldwork. The sights and scents of roadside and forest refuse fires found their way in. I have the arrangement worked out in my head, but it will require a full band. Yet another one of those plans that will have to come to fruition "after the dissertation"!

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Verse 1:

You rose to meet me

at four shadowed walls,

misty curtain calls that stay

supple with pain.

The glow that burns away

smokey defenses

I’ll come to my senses one day,

you say,

You’ll come to my senses one day…

Verse 2:

I look for your scattered

reflections on the track.

Never too lost as to

lose my way back.

There’s a fire that is raging

on hills, cast aside

by the doubts infiltrating your mind

by the doubts infiltrating your mind.

Chorus:

(But) the lessons we learn

can divide us when pride is the

recourse demanding its say.

And the moments of sorrow

form a shroud for tomorrow,

so I search for your light until

night becomes day.

so I search for your light until

night becomes day.

Instrumental Break over Chorus chords

Verse 3:

Down to the wire,

by the skin of its teeth.

Not quite the person you

had hoped you would meet.

The sweetness of surrender grows

tart with the sublime.

I hope that you’ll give it some time.

I only hope that you’ll give it some time.

Chorus (2x)

2^nd time: “So I search for…” (3x)

Verse 1 (reprise):

You rose to meet me

at four shadowed walls,

misty curtain calls that stay

supple with pain.

The glow that burns away

smokey defenses

You’ll come to my senses one day,

you say,

We’ll come to our senses someday.