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Blind Love In Vain
06:01
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From here to there far from somewhere in between,
The mask you wear is the middle of nowhere in bleeding dreams.
Heart’s in a box, and your soul on your sleeve,
To feed the tries and the cries to realize what they really mean.
I’ve called the shots with all the have-nots right in the line
To serve the wrongs who belong to another’s mark in time.
What ever happened to the prayers poured forth so dear?
To soothe the burns, from returns in the form of shattered tears.
It’s another cold case of blind love on vain,
Screaming out to the stars to spell your lovers name,
Come hell high water that honey she’s on your mind.
You swear she cares to be there come time.
Clinging to the shame of a dead end woman’s name,
The angel choice and the hard knit voice explodes powdered shame,
You eat your heart and then you start the rage to be tamed,
To scribe the verse designed to curse the jealous blood in your veins.
The cards that are played are relayed in loaded dice
The wish is enriched with a vision bloomed twice
I hate in him what I love in you
My pride is designed to hide what is real what I won’t believe is true.
Its another cold case if blind love in vain,
Screaming out to the stars to spell your lover’s name,
Come hell high water that honey’s she on your mind,
And you swear that she cares to be there come time.
Sacred faith in the name that bears fruit on the vine
The cold rebuff’s still good enough to cast before swine.
Wretched wailing desire rips through that hole in your soul.
For its better to moan and be alone, than live together being someone else.
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Dead And Lonely
03:40
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Texarkana Mexicana silver sin city eyes,
grant all my Canadian dreams with your silent stoic pride
left behind alone again everything that’s wrong sometimes is right
but still my heart is broken tonight.
It’s a dead and lonely ride home,
Destination one more night alone,
Save me a place in your heart where you keep your love,
And think of me when you have the time.
Feathered friends around the bend gypsy smiles that have no end,
Forged in fired of angel’s choirs and the art of your soul you let me in.
The interstate keeps our fate on call alive and makes me wait
To see your eyes grow bright from the rising sun.
For now it’s a dead and lonely ride home
Destination one more night alone,
Save me a place in your heart where you keep your love
And please think of me when you have the time.
Holy roads set fire by the super moon that reflects my desire
To have you know we're seeing the same stars light,
So share a prayer and a tear with me tonight.
Flirting hard with habits scarred that I never would want to break,
Bound northwest to your empty nest, in your heart I will invest,
The love to give and time to take together in our minds we’ll rest,
‘Till our distance apart grows short as the time,
For now it’s a dead and lonely ride home,
Destination one more night alone,
Save me a place in your heart where you keep your love
And please think of me when you have the time.
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Gypsy Jewel
04:35
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Gypsy jewel girl singer in a band.
Spitting fire howling wolf at your command.
Rolling eyes in her diamond dusky glow
Can I taste your smoky notes?
Breathe your soul into my breaking brain,
Can your radiance at all be tamed?
Rendering useless time's age and whispers of war,
The future here must have happened before.
Raven nymph you cast your spell upon me
Your velvet shell keeps me always at sea
Ink soaked skin posts the barb wire dream
Have your lips touched the wicked west streams?
The broken troubadour quakes and cries,
Writing poems to your endless Asian eyes.
Keep steady for your cup I will fill,
For my heart holds the rage of love that will spill.
Gypsy jewel girl woman of my dreams
Tell me what your cream skin riddle means
Your sleep has said that I was the one to be
But am I worth exactly what you see?
Breathe your soul into my breaking brain
Can your radiance at all be tamed?
Your mindless memory still has kept score
The future here must have happened before.
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Odd Ball Blues
04:45
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He was born on the wrong side of the century, too nice for his own good, believing wholly in half truths and meaner to himself than he should. He's got a razor sense of perception and the ladies become undone, but he's the laughing stock of their dreams it'd be nice to be special to someone. The prayers have failed the coffin's nailed, he did it all right and still got it wrong, and the preacher says Hallelujia, pass me another round.
Now he's chasing a dream that can't come true but it's all that he knows how to do, he's got all the right ingredients but still coughs up the odd ball blues. There's hipsters on South Broadway tonight they're all searching for their names, they're all trying to look different but in doing so they all look the same. Today's fads are tomorrow's jokes and he knows them all so well, and the scouts want you to be original, just like everyone else.
I've paid for my free ticket to, the odd ball blues.
In the land of conditional love justice isn't something to be seen, but you can count on no difference between joy's and pain's screams. Rejection pays down double, downtown's filled with beautiful couples, and he hates them with a passion, 'cause they're taking up all the action. The studs in the bar are sucking down hate over fear, and the club rat slut says, 'who do I have to screw to get a drink around here?'
He worships the gorund she walks on, and she kind of recalls his name, given to her as something to house both of their exotic pain. He's better off without her, but he feels better with her, swinging to the sounds of tension, that no one dares mention. Is it better to be lonely or be alone, the answer is in her eyes, as she claims to be happy and busy with a confidence that just screams lies.
She's paid for her free ticket to, the odd ball blues.
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