Keep me alive for just another year the sky is clear tonight, but the moon is missing. As the world emits a starry glow the freshly fallen snow seems everlasting. Quiet cold; vacuumed in the soundless air. Sharing light, internal thoughts with my surroundings. I don't care if it is wrong or right. If I can't see her tonight, my tears will drown me. So when when the time is right, I will bite to break though to the center of this lonely feeling. So beware! Tonight our hearts show truth, and the love I feel you feel will break the surface. And if it takes even another year, I'll be waiting here as if you were my only purpose.

Riding through the tunnel with a thousand other people I can feel the crowded energy, suppression of our evil Just the passions you're concealing in the darkness of your being where the church-mice have been sleeping, where the devil has been feasting on the matter of our minds, where we all hide to watch the world roll by. Why are you in such a hurry? you check the time as if you're worried I've been buried in the flurry carried on with silent fury Over miles of the city with our destinations nearing I can feel the saturation on the streets that we've been filling with the sadness of our smiles, while all the while just drifting on and on. But at the end of every ride, we see the light we go our separate ways to find our own delight, each sacred night all the ways we choose to waste our time. But you should see the way they laugh and all they say behind your back as you attempt to fill the gaps a sense of structure which we lack. Now when we walk into a room the walls are painted with the gloom of all the people we've consumed of all the prophets we've attacked. But now each moment of decision working toward the next commission we must classify our visions to except each useless mission So with adequate precision we descend into decision falsifying any wisdom construct conflict ad collision Bow down to the atom bomb the fattest check the holy one All we project, all we demand as we reject the things we cannot command So you decide to raise your voice you say you never had a choice you are the messenger of fate and all the powers she employs You work to fit a greater cause you finish speaking then you pause you smile waiting for applause as silence traps you in his jaws.

Spreading our seeds on currents of air. House of shared refuge, church of the flower. Come and go freely, whenever I care. Chasing fat reptiles, over full, purple miles. Dozens of cherubs awake with the sun watching the galay's sparkling dust-cloud Traveling artisans, biding their time. out by the fire, converse and inquire As fungus erupts from the dark fertile soil Through bubbling stream beds of natural clay. Billions of creatures are alive in the forest. house-cats asleep in the warm, gentle heat of the day. Waking up early for coffee and wine Time wanders drowsily, wading toward winter Autumn lovers entwined in the sheets slumbering sweetly, in the dream they've connected. As I leave, sick, to my secret place by the river where perfect landscapes form themselves in the sky This land of mystery has been here forever and has filled me with a peace I will feel until the day that i die.

I am restless, but i see no reason to go out. I've seen what you're scene is about and i don't have any fun. For when I see your face upon all the faces I see I know they never will be able to reach me. The Pacific Ocean is the only thing i can care about I am her disciple, devout within and without. I cannot see why you're so good to me. Don't you see how I've been spending my time? As you sit there patiently while I'm somewhere up in the sky. Looking down from here, i just long to be near you these nights nearly drive me insane I go out of my head. dear friend, When will i see you again? When will i see you again? Close my eyes here, I can almost hear your voice clearly though if we have nothing to say We can still hear the people pray. We can hear the people pray. Oh destiny, Could you really love me this way? Or have i just lost my way? It's so hard to decide. A vision. The sea, it is calling me by my name The moon is the harbinger of change and we are not separate things. Division. You have taken a part of me out You have stolen it miles away. tell me, when will i see you again?

What can i do to get to know you? I'd love to show you how we could be friends. You could call me up when I feel blue, Like the others used to do but no. never again. never again. I know you've given me your number. What a shame i can't remember now. I must have dialed a dozen strangers, Hoping i could somehow catch your voice on the line. I guess I'll trying... For beauty, like a wilted flower Perfect, but in need of nursing. All the love within man's power! The hours the heart spends rehearsing! Minds in rhythm, formulaic, meld into one, the truth of one Answers: ancient and archaic anchored to our spinning sun. Oh! the horrors I have felt unfolding are rich sights for the flies' beholding stares. But somehow, it seems, the dark spell cast has brought no fortune, nor disaster here. I have been spared. I have been spared. But, in times like these, when all I see cannot be spared, cannot break free from doom I get myself lost in a dream i close my eyes and sweetly think of thee, my love, or my love unknown. Never knowing, never seeing, that which stretches out before me. The ape of my internal being can't escape me, can't ignore me Now awake with arms outreaching, onward toward the land of promise as light from the eternal summer illuminates the path I wander.

The reach of the mind exceeds the reach of the law what we do and say here is our own So call it decision to burn the curtains down an let the light shed its skin on our bed. I will slice a long and slippery organ out of you if you touch the naked craters of my bestial back. A cold iron chain pulls your ivory skin through the greatest steel fence of my heart. So subject your flesh to the will of the wind let the vultures tear it apart. With a flare in your eye, and a style in your step and a language that is state of the art. What is love? What is love? What is love? What is anything without knowing what you are? if you came to be anything at all I have no tricks up my sleeve, I have no places to be I'm Alive! I'm Alive! I'm Alive! Stand up when epiphany's lightning strikes you can make the news known if you'd like Or regroup with your crowds to take cover from the clouds how they scatter the creatures of light! While deep in the darkness where the only vision rests in eternal flowing fountains dripping from the priceless porcelain claw Where the sleeping messiahs share their blood from a cup and through their blindfolds can see more than just our silhouettes. But now back to the sun, where the clear waters run and the birds perch on buildings and trees Where the charming young squire, in his artful attire squeezes grapefruits dry with his knees Small clean houses in rows, fresh air filling your nose this whole universe must be at peace When there is money in your pocket, and there is bread on your table and you're blessed every time that you sneeze.

Needless violence will never cease Scared in our homes we can't even be at peace with our neighbors, or at peace with ourselves when we feel hopeless, or when we feel lost. It's sad but I'm refusing to choose a side there is no common cause great enough to unite our opinions It is war! and it's hard enough to find meaning in a song. Goddess, Mother, sacred and wild evening blossom, the color of fire How you move me with the sound of your voice! How you cure me when I am starting to fall. Blue exotic muse, I will follow in your footprints to inspire each direction I may move Wander clueless trails to find any other sign that may one day lead me back to you. But the terrible troubles that torture these times empty era, unrehearsed and unrefined Hallelujah! Now your riches have turned red! Nevermore may we wash our hands of the innocent blood.

Oh the heavens hang low and the earth is twisted up all around me How astounding the world seems to melt before my eyes The sky is a knot of sensation. Whose ecstatic orgasms open chasms of time which erupt and intertwine between every thing I am feeling. So as day caves away into evening, I am eating the flies off the ceiling and revealing a sun into the eyes of everyone I've been meeting. So when the sky is set to bleed and the air makes you kneel in your vengeance pay the penance that waits at the gate of each respite as the night conducts calm coronations. Singing: Grandmother Rain-Cloud, you drift as you sleep and you are blocking the sun from my eyes. The secrets you hold in your dreams make you weep for the babies you bleed form the sky. Each drop is a child who has fallen from your dress what a mess when their shapes hit the ground! The bodies collect in a flood of your rage the sidewalks and fields are the stage! The heat of the day evaporates every shape turning all of our children to steam. We are the frozen explorers of hypnosis the crippled companions of time. Invent our next lesson, withhold our confessions to wander the wavering line. The tightrope of wisdom, stretched over the chasm of morals we form in our minds Where over one edge there is madness and over the other is peace And I have conquered every mile, walking on in single file to decide on the way I should lean. So I swallow the virus, the echo of silence, the kiss of any pretty young man Back at his hive we are drinking saliva and watching the whole room expand and the memory lingers, of the cold and slim fingers oh! the revelry I used to know as 'sin' There was no godly force to inspire me there or dissuade me from searching within It's only skin after all, and emotion until or energy is recycled again. The father of Christians has sent me a vision a virgin, a viper, a voice oh mother of mutants, your prodigious students are following the fable of choice. Sister of soul, I am in your control and i am heeding your call to rejoice i needn't success to be happy I needn't another to feel love I am alive in a world of such beauty which I need only your truth to sustain. So lay by my fire, discover desire and rest in the grace of these lies. Bask in the cancer, the chemical answer to the questions you could never disguise Oh woman you've been chosen to excavate the poison I excrete from the glands near my eyes. Your glory enough to move mountains. Your glamour enough to blind the stars Your infinite passion, and the devious fashion you have used to burn your image into my brain Over, and over and...

There are times when the whole world slips back up into me. Why can I never remember to curious? It feels like every face, on everyone I see Lead me to dissolve into this terrible darkness. What horrible mistake was it that lead me here? So inept at discovering my purpose. The voice of every life I keep in a cage All crying "what did we do to deserve this?" But now the system is in a violent collapse and everyone I know has learned to play their roll So well... But there is no judgment day where I come from, it's everyday In moments of reflection and action. So we do what we can to carry on knowing we are one surrounded by love.

The grotesque monuments will be erected over all the dead. A million lives lost across our borders, I can watch it from my bed Looking out through dirty windows as the toy houses burn to the ground. What can I do? is there any way to put out the flames? As they eat through countless people without faces or names. What game are we playing? What kind of hope have we found for man? For man... I am not a soldier though I watch them on the screen I've seen the portraits of dead families which haunt my every dream But I am just a singer so it's easy to maintain an excuse. What can I do? is there anyway that I can speak for for peace I do not see myself a leader, I tend to question those who preach But maybe if I travel. my compassion could lend to the cause of man of man... Sp name your price, I'll pay it fully I'll lay all my diamonds down These nine lives drip by so slowly In my best days I drink to drown. So free my body from its anchor and free my spirit from my mind Fill my emptiness with oil Boil me in the sea of time For I cannot wait for Heaven to take me. I am just this burning paper drawing of a man The hands of fate have been shaking to wake me from whatever trip I am on... So we rest on golden mountains, and still ask for more to give And we give into the heartache when it's hard enough to live But i am an American, accustomed to relative pain. What is it now that's so important, it cannot wait to be achieved? As there are humans dying daily of disaster and disease as we sit in our castles, scared enough to be caught in the rain. With quiet prose to pose as someone dull copper coins to buy delight we're given comfort and conviction we're given life and paid to die.

Lately I've been trying to answer these questions in the paradox of learning that eats away my innocence. Conundrums will settle in the spectrum of thinking that collect here like cobwebs over every new circumstance, when i'm given too much to return. when I am punished by a common expense. so I am finally starting to learn what it means to rely on y friends. Now it comes back to the way I was feeling when i was much younger and, abandoned by my own accord And all the emotions stored up in my body seep out through my skin to reflect the way I'm living. In a dream of life, some say exist, waking hours do seem to conceal so much more. Every moment of peace in this complacent struggle seems to promise a golden reward. Now the present is disheveled through galactic interaction,. The steaming machines of commerce and justice, The lust of the ego. The egg and the halo. The empty cardboard box at the end of every rainbow. the poisonous water, the chemical air. The corpse in it's coffin, the king in his chair. The feast on the table. The cupboard so bare, The tower of garbage hides a maiden so fair. And you, ravenous students, are corrupted by knowledge. In this village of idiots where The devil's seven children have become villains preaching their way to salvation In the stations we choose just to feel like we are living, Oh! The treasure I've found in the eyes of damnation and the symbols i could never understand. It's so hard to find love when you no longer seek any difference in women and man. ------------------------------------------------- Hear the whir of each machine that hides in your wall. See the steps leading up to the inevitable fall. Can you tell there's a way you could push through them all? Can you look through the cracks that slither on in the air? Can you see that there is something to know beyond there? Well, New awareness awaits those of patience, and prayer. new awareness waits those of patience, and prayer. The next time you arrive in some new city square Could you promise me some correspondence from there? Though I am not a man who is easily scared. And I won't sit here dreaming of the places where you are. I am a monster when i'm drunk, and I'm a paranoid liar. And it is not just your voice, but your shape which desire. It is not just your voice, but your shape which I...... Now taste the digital hum of the new antique world. All of the constant peaceful noise All of the chaos if our wars. Here we are, fighting for a standard with no meaning at all. We have surrendered the spirit to quietly dissolve. In the terror of our learning and the fear of our gods. until we're comfortable and crazy in our own little pods. We are sterilized and lazy in our own... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- so i lay with my stomach expanding in my troth of endless peace and as the smoke ambles up from the ashtray it commences to encompass all the air that I breathe. I am watching you without you knowing there is nobody else who i see you have defined all toward which i have been reaching you reside in an aura of intangible dream. But i am nobody's friend, nobody's love and i'm through with pretending I am But I'm never concerned with the way the world turns There is only this burning desire to show you who i am. Though it feels like someone has taken my place and stolen my face and disgraced my name. I know it's just the way that I've changed and we all make mistakes, and we all must be shamed It has happened before, and it will happen again. But it is so hard to know what I am feeling. it is so hard to see through the fog. All of the figures who move here before me are they women or men? are they mortals or gods? Now take a good look at everything that surrounds you and if all that matters has fallen apart have I surrendered my soul to oblivion if I pass through this world without leaving a mark? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- So bury the hatchet into the skull of my sadness I'm off to the garden to watch the new flowers bloom. And open my ears, and open my eyes and wait for the wind that caresses and moves through my unfettered mind, oh how kind the world seems to hand me this life with the cost just to be to fill me with feeling and unconscious dream Oh! what more could I ask of this physical plane? Carve into the earth, fingernails through the dirt I will pull up the worms, I will pluck out the weeds Keep clean and sustained in the sun and the rain I'll assemble the cradle and tend to the seeds Oh what beautiful growth from this desolate place! its majesty mirrors the whole human race where all good and evil inhabit one space i am humbled and blessed by it all...