imagine

We are worlds away
we don't know what it takes
we are lives away,
the sun still burns
and we complain.

In this land of everything
Tantalus has learned to stay.
Ignorance will kiss his lips
as we turn our heads away.

If I just keep walking
everything will be ok.
Don't make eye contact
make sure to blink
and don't look back.

We are worlds away
we don't know what it takes
we are lives away
the rain still cries
and we complain.

In this land of everything
Tantalus has learned to stay.
Ignorance will kiss his lips
as we turn our heads away.

If I just keep walking
everything will be ok.
All I have to do
is just remember
it's a perfect day.

With eyes closed
we don't know what it takes.
With nerves lost
the children scream
and we complain.

In this land of make-believe
Tantalus has learned to stay.
Ignorance will taste his tongue
as we turn our heads away.

As we turn our pretty heads away.
As we turn our pretty heads away.

These are the lyrics to a new song. The musical part shall follow shortly, I just haven't gotten around to recording it yet. Possibly, a recording of this with my band will be ready soon...

Verse 1:
You're something
that makes me cry too often,
and my tears tear up the world,
until everything's foggy and I can't see clearly,
till the world is made of orbs, and the hearts of babies.

You're something,
you're something.

Chorus 1:
How do I explain
that tears don't come because of pain,
they tend to fall as long as beauty stays,
I wonder-need to know, what would you say?
I wonder need to know, what would you say?

Verse 2:
You're something
that makes my heart beat too fast,
and blood tumbles through my veins
until everything's crazy, and I can't speak clearly,
and I can't stand when you're close
but I need you near me.

You're something,
you're something.

Chorus 1

Bridge:
It's getting harder to hide away the truth,

I am not perfectly sane
all of the time,
thought you should know
yes I thought,
I thought you should know.

I mean that I believe in
all the things we forgot
like humans whose heartbeats
pound out beauty.

Ah, beauty...
Definition beauty
mixed with obscurity
this is all that we have
left of reality.

I am just perfectly sane
judging by the fact
that I try to be real
when I don't try to act

I love asymmetry
can't stand perfection
it is the broken parts
that give you your beauty

Ah, beauty...
Definition beauty
mixed with obscurity
this is all that we have
left of reality.

I have a tendency
to unravel myself
like a mystery,
you might call it obscene.

I have a tendency
not to breath,
but I sing in oxygen
and I stay alive most of the time.

I have a tendency,
I have a tendency
to believe in beauty.

Ah... beauty.
Twisting and turning
I cry as you burn me
and laugh as you burn my heart
our beauty tears the world apart

A little while ago, NonSequitur showed me a beautiful poem that she had written, and I commented on how it had lyrical qualities. She suggested we song-ify it. We collaborated on lyrics, and I came up with the melody. This is the result...

And yes, that is ukulele.

Lyrics:

Chorus1
I would smoke bits of your hair
ground into fine opium,
smoke twisting slowly in the air
and mixing with the naked sun.

I'd find you waiting
with lusty fingers
and sultry eyes
and anguished innards,
and I would kiss you
all of your marble-white hue
and tender flesh...

Chorus1

You would lift one
passion-addled palm,
and let the mist
make us calm,
before you would lay it
on the curve of my spine
and take me away
in an opium high.

Chorus2
Aching in your spirit-world
until I came along,
aching in my logic-world
until you came along.
Lost inside your spirit-world
until I came along,
lost inside my logic-world
until you came along.

Playing games with boys
who look like girls.
It's a beautiful day,
it's a beautiful day.
Long skirts, long hair
all around.
I laugh and sing
cause I don't know what to say.

Why aren't you here?
I get that drifting feeling again.
But for once,
I don't mind that you aren't near.
I don't mind that you aren't near.

Mixing souls with girls
who look like boys.
And I don't know what to say,
and I don't know what to say.
Cause you're not here,
but I don't mind.
Cause it's a beautiful day,
it's a beautiful day.

And we are separated
by bodies,
but I still don't know why that is
such a problem between us,
I guess I can't understand everything.
I guess I can't understand everything.

We used to be one body.
We were different lyrics
to the same song.
I guess we all
eventually disconnect.
I guess we all
eventually move on.

It's a beautiful day,
it's a beautiful day.

I saw faded
pictures of him,
when he still wore
overalls,
he had long hair
and a beard on his face,
and god, he looked
so young and small.

Where do the boys
disappear to?
Where do the men
come from?
What does it mean
to be a child,
and how do I
become one?

When did her eyes
forget to shine?
In the pictures
she looks more alive.
Back before she
grew her hair,
she was lovely
and maybe not as scared.

Where did they
disappear to?
How long ago
did they lose themselves.
Where is that child
that lived inside?
And why did she
become someone else?

Here I lie in
this room of smoke,
incense wraps its
fingers around my throat.
Sometimes I wonder
if there's more than I'm told.
Secretly, I believe
that I'll never grow old.

Secretly, I believe
that I'll never grow old.

You never knew me
when my hair was long
and I knew how to hide.
You never knew me
when I still had the ability
to be surprised.
So when you say that I
don't know anything about you,
keep in mind
how little you know about me, too.

Chorus:
Hey baby,
what's your story?
Why don't you tell me
while we're both here.
I've got time to listen
for a while.
You have lips
and I have ears.

I used to be afraid of dying,
now my strongest fear is
that someday I might forget
what it really means to live.
And I guess the only time
I saw you afraid
was when you told me that you loved me,
and I didn't know what to say.

Chorus

Maybe I never really knew
that much about you.
I knew you painted
and I knew that you played guitar too.
I knew your skin tasted sweet
and warm and right,
but I didn't even know
if that was what you liked.

Chorus

Hey baby,
what's my story?
Why don't I tell you
while we're both here.
You have time
to listen for a while,

I don't want to see my life
through your television.
And I'm so tired of this
repetition, repetition,
repetition, repetition...

Who are you
to try to
lock me up, hold me down?

Someday I will run away,
with so little left to stop me.
That's what I say in my dreams,
and it makes me hate reality,
reality, reality.

You say you
love me, but
you don't like who I am.

Do you want an apology
for the symptoms of time?
I'm sorry that I had to grow,
it's up to you to see
that I'm still a child.

I'm old for
my age, but
I'm still young for my years.
Don't pretend
that you can
relate to what I fear.

The thing that
scares me most
is someday turning into you.

I don't want to see my life
through your television,
and I'm so tired of this
repetition, repetition,

repetition, repetition...

Let's make clothes
invisible,
let's pretend
we're children.
Let's take off all of
our lies,
learn what freedom is
again.

Our only clothes
were the stream
and everything
seemed like a dream,
except for the sun
that felt like fire,
and the lucid power
of the water.

She looked smaller
in the water,
with nothing
to protect her.
Isn't it strange
how we change,
how our lives
rearrange?

Chorus

What does it mean
to love someone?
She said, I don't know
anymore.
She was beautiful
as in dramatic,
she was beautiful
as in mature.

She was a Virgo
who believed
in horoscopes
and what they mean.
I think the world
was satisfied
when we had nothing
left to hide.

Chorus

Vikki
kisses me every day,
and I wonder
I wonder what I should say
to you, dear:
I'm having an affair,
but don't worry,
no, please don't be scared.

Chorus:
Vikki, Vikki,
lovely lady.
Lips are like a piece of candy,
skin is rusted-brass and shiny,
and she always says she loves me,
and she always says she loves me.

Every night
I lock her in a chest,
but still, she says
she says that she loves me best.
And I know
just which buttons to press
to keep her coming
back and restless.

Chorus

From a first
impression, you might
think that she's
a little bit shy.
But I know
when she's just with me
just how loud
she can scream...

Vikki
kisses me every day,
and I wonder
I wonder what I should say
to you, dear:
I'm having an affair,
but don't worry,
no, please don't be scared.

Bridge:
Vikki, Vikki.
If only you could
actually kiss me.
If only you could
actually hold me.
If only you were
actually alive.

Chorus

Chorus:
This is what a love song sounds like
when I'm not in love.
I can hear the raindrops
racing down from up above,
crawling in my eyes as I
begin to wake,
a beautiful reminder of
my new mistake.

You said
I'm scared I won't find
someone
as good as you.
Me too.

That night
your flesh was my blanket
as I told you that
I was so afraid
of losing you.
You said,
I'll defy the laws,
even if I die
I'll still be with you,
I'm the wind,
I am inside you.
I believed you.

Chorus

Now you say
I don't think I
ever loved you as much
as you loved me.
So what was that night
when you
held me so close
that we were one?
Just a memory,
have you already
forgotten?

Chorus

You once said
I'm scared I won't find
someone
as good as you.
Me too.

I'm writing this
while her fingers kiss mine,
and her head rests on my knee.
And I think of what
you would think,
while her lips greet mine,
and she thinks of me.

Chorus:
So this, so this, so this,
so this is the emotion
of confusion.
It feels like my mind
is whispering a scream,
and I am undone,
and I am undone.

She is talking,
but I am remembering
how simply you said
I still love you.
As her skin scrapes on mine,
I am wondering,
do I still love you too?

Chorus

Bridge:
Maybe it's too late,
maybe it's too late.
Maybe I'm falling in love with her,
maybe I don't know
anything
anymore.

Did you keep
the love painting?
I still have the paper rose,
and your poetry,
and the memories.
Do you still have
the secret love notes?

Chorus

Maybe it's too late,
maybe it's too late.

The lyrics:

Chorus:
Jezebel
kisses all of their lips
and it tastes like hell.
She loves the skin,
the warmth of bodies is the only way
that she can win.
Jezebel, Jezebel,
I wish you well.

She uses perfume to hide
the scent of deceit,
she uses perfume.
And everyone stares
as she walks through the doors
into the room.

Chorus

She uses her hair to hide
her midnight eyes
and all their despair.
She uses her blood red lips
to get them all to stare.

Chorus

(Guitar)

Chorus

Jezebel,
Jezebel,
Jezebel,
Jezebel,
I wish you well...

This is a song I started writing a while ago, and just discovered again today. The verse is almost more poetry than song... it's a new style I'm working with. Enjoy.

Chorus:
I wish you could hear me,
I am trying to speak clearly.
If I pretend that these lyrics aren't true,
will you still know that this one's for you.
Oh, this one's for you.

Your artwork sits in the cave
of my pocket,
pressed close
to my heart pumping
blood the color of change,
as my mind skips back to
your fingers locked inside of mine,
entwined for a second
while I wondered what
the rest of your skin
feels like.

Chorus

My body longs to know
what your face looks like
when night wraps
her arms around you,
and how do your eyes shine
with shadows of moonlight?
I'm ready to hold you,
our breath mixing melodies,
I don't care how
unpredictable this story is,
now, I'm ready to live
next to your warmth.

Today, your lips were a whisper.
You painted them across my cheek,

After many long and grueling hours of trying to figure out what the heck was stopping me from posting this song, I finally figured out that it was the apostrophe.
Go figure.
So now, finally, you will be able to hear this. (I swear, the worst part of not being able to hear it was the irony of the title...)

The Lyrics:

This air still smells of you
and there's a ghost of your hand
on my skin.
I wish you had stayed,
but you run away,
as fast as the time does.

Chorus
Please don't run away,
I guess there's nothing
that I can say.
Know I won't forget you,
and maybe you'll hear this someday.

You left me with only
too many memories
and that's not enough.
I wish you had stayed,
but you run away,
as fast as the time does.

Chorus

Try as I might,
you're still inside
everything that I find.
I wish you had stayed,
but you run away,
as fast as the time does,
as fast as the time does,
faster than the time does...

Chorus

Inspired by one of this week's postsecrets... Enjoy.

The Lyrics:

You be the girl with the heart
I can't resist,
and I'll be the boy with the lips
that you love to kiss.
I'll meet you for fun
at the brook where the sun
can't reach us,
we're the only ones.

Chorus:
It's the awkwardness
of falling in love
that we yearn for.
Shaking hands and quivering bones,
we always want more.
Touching lips,
hiding flowers,
getting lost in the rain for hours,
hearts pumping awkwardness
of falling
in love.

I like your sweat and your skin
when it's on my tongue.
It makes me remember
the feeling of being young.
You hold me there,
and I'll messy your hair.
Love is awkward,
but I really don't care.

Chorus

We both know there's
no such thing as perfection,
maybe that's the reason
for our affection.
It's like the surprise
of rain falling in eyes,
'cause it hurts,
but it feels good at the same time.

Bridge:
It's the awkwardness of

The lyrics:

Baby sings her songs so well,
voice like a crying bell.
Sings all day into the night,
she just wants to make the world right.

Chorus:
Singing Baby,
wrapped in your melody again,
dancing with rhythm,
as the verse begins.

Baby likes to open her eyes.
She doesn't ignore the people's lies.
So many crying, the laughing so few.
She sings 'cause she doesn't know what to do.

Chorus

Baby sees the pain in their lives,
so much ugliness that it makes her cry.
Music is her beauty,
if only the people would learn to see.

Baby plays her life away,
sings tomorrow, sings yesterday.
Too late to do anything,
and so much easier to sing.

Chorus
As the verse ends...

Thanks to helpful feedback, this is a newer, improved version. I cut the synth and the beat, and cut out some of the harmony- they were a bit distracting. I'm much more satisfied with this version.

First off, this song is my personification of that thunderstorm we just had. Besides my crackling mic, I think it turned out pretty well... enjoy.

The lyrics:

I hear thunder
pounding in her lungs,
raindrops pooling
in the darkness of her eyes.
Her perfume smells like lightning;
her lips taste like surprise.

Chorus:
Oh, she's addicted to power.
Watch as her rain comes bulleting down.
Oh, if you are the peasant,
she'll be the one who is wearing the crown.
Beautiful girl...

I want
to drench all of me;
soak my clothes, soak my hair, soak my soul.
And I see her,
waiting in the heart of the storm,
licking at
the taste of control.

Bridge:
Such a beautiful girl
when she's singing her song.
And shaking the world
while she laughs along.

Another song... This one's from a while ago.

The lyrics:

She's an accident waiting to happen,
Wants to rule the world.
She breaks and she begs and then bullies,
Wait until the disaster curls.

She looks up,
then looks down, but she
doesn't look side to side.
Now, look what she's done.
Look at the mess.
Watch as the cars collide.

He plays games,
and he goes to school, but he
doesn't play by the rules.
Now, look what he's done.
Look at the mess.
He's become ridicule.

He's an accident waiting to happen,
Wants to rule the world.
He breaks and he begs and then bullies,
Wait until the disaster curls.

We plant our bombs.
and we play with guns, but we
aren't helping anyone.
Now, look what we've done.
We've made a mess.
We're dying one by one.
We hurt our friends
and we hurt our souls, what is
this crazy goal?
Do we want to live?
Do we want to live?
We ain't got much time left to live.

We're an accident waiting to happen,

(guitar, vocals, and lyrics by me)

The lyrics:

She wore lipstick
inside of her mouth,
painted tie dye
in the blood of her veins.
She always loved
kissing the rain.

A master in the art
of pyromania,
she lit candles in the walls
of your heart.
Strike the match and watch
as she tears you apart.

She wanted to be the kind of art
who you never forget,
wanted to be the person
who scars your mind.
Doesn't want to admit
that she's simple,
doesn't want to admit
that she's falling behind.

Secretly she loves
everyone
and it scares her
that she's forgotten to hate
but for now she'll just draw
pictures of love
and laugh
and wait.

She wore lipstick
inside of her mouth
a master in the art
of pyromania,
she wanted to be art,
secretly she loves
everyone...

She writes
Poetry
With her head bent over
The notebook,
And her hair
Cascading
Down.
She's rushing to
Capture
The words in her head before
The class moves on
And her silent poetry
Leaks away.