Tuesday, August 31, 2010


If you have to dry the dishes
(Such an awful, boring chore)
If you have to dry the dishes
(‘Stead of going to the store)
If you have to dry the dishes
And you drop one on the floor-
Maybe they won’t let you
Dry the dishes anymore.


Strike! Strike for children's rights!!
For longer weekends and shorter school hours!
Higher allowances, less baths and showers!
No brussel sprouts! More root beer!
If you're ready to strike, please line up here..


If you're a dreamer, come in..
If you're a dreamer, a wisher, a liar..
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer..
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire.
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in..
Come in..

Monday, August 23, 2010

Dont Ever Show You Care

There is this you know how
if I could go back in time and wipe my life clean
I would
Just so I dont carry any baggage with you

But I am old and worn and sad and lost
the promise of a dream almost fulfilled and lost

If I could round out
the edges that experience has honed
I would
Just so they dont dig into you when you hold me tight

But I have been around the park and on the bend
too many cracks and wounds that cant be mend

If I could look in the mirror
and not see your face
I would
So I would not need to walk with my eyes closed

But I have seen more than I care to know
for i am just too much a reflection of you

If I could erase
that night in the ruin
I would
So I would not want to close in on my reality and go to sleep within

But I have the memory of your touch and smell of the dust
And the smoke from your lips on mine has formed a crust

If it has to be this way dont ask me anymore how I am
My broken thoughts and pathetic rends
Wandering alone in soulless dens
reaching for your hand not finding it there
Running hard, not looking back, staring ruin, burning the brain

Just never ask me anymore how I am

Saturday, August 21, 2010

The truth

The last few years have been a continuous cycle of both self destruction, and self discovery for me. I’ve experienced more than I ever thought I could, seen and done things that have defined me. Been loved and hated, by others and myself. Enjoyed great success and trudged through devastating failures. Lost people that meant the world to me, found new friends.. and both lost and found myself somewhere along the way. Aye, there’s the rub, as jolly ol’ Hammy would say, I HAVE found myself. I know that for sure. Don’t get me wrong. I won’t for a second pretend that I have it all figured out, but after years, arguably the first time in my life, my words and actions reflect what I think and how I truly feel. That might not seem much to a stranger, but anyone who’s had to deal with me for an extended period of time would agree that masks and disguises, figuratively speaking, were somewhat of an obsession with me.
I know desire is fluid, and I’ve experienced Out of sight, Out of mind first hand. And most things you though, or hoped, would last forever are temporary.
I know what I want now, in this moment. But I would be an absolute hypocrite if I were to hold a wishy-washy state of mind against somebody.
If I have you, I want all of you, with resolute faith and no room for doubt. I promise the same in return and I’m prepared to wait for it.
If not, then I guess you were right. It lasted as long as it was supposed to.
Either way, halfway there is no longer and option.

And if you said
This life ain't good enough
I would give
My world to lift you up
I could change my life
To better suit your mood
Because your so smooth yeah

And It's just like the ocean Under the moon
Well it's the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kinda loving that can be so smooth Yeah
Give me your heart
Make it real
Or else forget about it

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Tangled up in Blue

Early one mornin’ the sun was shinin’,
I was layin’ in bed
Wond’rin’ if she’d changed at all
If her hair was still red.
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like mama’s homemade dress
Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough.
And I was standin’ on the side of the road
Rain fallin’ on my shoes
Heading out for the east coast
Lord knows I’ve paid some dues gettin’ through,
Tangled up in blue.

She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess,
But I used a little too much force.
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out west
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best.
She turned around to look at me
As I was walkin’ away
I heard her say over my shoulder,
"we’ll meet again someday on the
Tangled up in blue.

I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the ax just fell.
So I drifted down to new orleans
Where I happened to be employed
Workin’ for a while on a fishin’ boat
Right outside of delacroix.
But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind,
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew
Tangled up in blue.

She was workin’ in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer,
I just kept lookin’ at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear.
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I’s just about to do the same,
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, "don’t I know your name? "
I muttered somethin’ underneath my breath,
She studied the lines on my face.
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe,
Tangled up in blue.

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a
"i thought you’d never say hello," she
"you look like the silent type."
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an italian poet
From the thirteenth century.
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin’ coal
Pourin’ off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you,
Tangled up in blue.

I lived with them on montague street
In a basement down the stairs,
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air.
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died.
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside.
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn,
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin’ on like a bird that flew,
Tangled up in blue.

So now I’m goin’ back again,
I got to get to her somehow.
All the people we used to know
They’re an illusion to me now.
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter’s wives.
Don’t know how it all got started,
I don’t know what they’re doin’ with their
But me, I’m still on the road
Headin’ for another joint
We always did feel the same,
We just saw it from a different point of view,
Tangled up in blue.