lyrics...

Untitled CD
misadventures of me...
certainly star...
furney rising...
short and sweet...
so that's how they get the ship in the bottle...
staircase...
daymare...
genie...
jacks and hopscotch...
right of center...
if only i could conquer the world...

Thousand Star Serissa
old man pilot...
from these waters of epsom wells...
from this world to that which is to come: delivered under the similitude of a dream...

Lyrics

Misadventures of Me it was the fourteenth of nothing when everything fell. i lay in a tight ball whimpering myself to sleep. i lay with one arm wrapped around the one who i love and use the other to wipe a tear from my eye. i felt so uneasy, why did i not do as i was told? so many thoughts as i sit alone in my own crowd. a crowd of thoughts that i didn't have to think, but nonetheless, they are thoughts that need to be faced. with every passing moment that goes by, i sit alone and ask myself the simple question "why"

Certainly Star i close my eyes, make a wish, i wish for a new day. help me see, see me help, tear me apart from these bindings, holding me captive like a servant, severed by broken glass, stained polished, containing blessing. send me on my way. once you've found love, what's left to conquer? help me see, see me help, tear me apart from these bindings. and when we get and when we get there it's not going to get any easier. money has kept us, money has kept us in and everyone is running by our side trying to find that certain star.

Furney Rising this is my final cry the last time i could even try try to cry, to cry out loud. this is my final cry. ramshackle barn collapsing, no one knows the span of existance, you've been here for quite a while now, been here for quite some time. a flock of dove notice the ability to stand up to the wind and rain the ivy i feed keeps me alive.

Short and Sweet sorrow can't explain a minor misunderstanding. the circumstances seem to disappear. the ongoing narration draws a closer wonder like a reel flipping about endlessly. a hidden show of emotion will spring to life in the days to come. nobody can see, the feeling of a lonely cry falls on my food. eating hot food only causes me to burn my tongue. once left i can't taste the bitterness. and when i fight i win.

So That's How They Get The Ship In The Bottle the breaking dawn provokes a sullen feeling of a lighthouse, reaching out to guide a few of the lost, withered, without a clue. never lost just searching for the path to take, the choice to make, the light ahead. into the light, into the night. the horizon is met from the sea with pale orange light from the sunset. the shallowness is marked with a blue withered cypress. "i saw God in the sky in the form of huge, gold, sunburning clouds, above the desert that seemed to point a finger at me and say pass here and go on, you're on the road to heaven."

Staircase lost in the light the wind makes the shatter a tree in the shade chokes a ckooked shutter contrast in color figure versus background a hole in the night burns a whole in the ground up the staircase the ceiling splits apart from the frustration of the heart a severed sword still stabs certain citizens several bleed severely several survive

Daymare pinpoint of ponder. i have these ideas all the time not another foreign terrorist attack not an act of greed to prove my self worth. premeditation, under first degee it will be done oh, so casually to create a furor unloading pinpoint of the guilty. a cry of love a cry of life a cry of freedom until an insignificant other yelled fire in the hole after all the rumble a long stem died depleated from the trample of those who told on themselves.

Genie backdoor, flashback at the time, now rekindled i pull off my hat letting feeling pour upon the effort to resume this is my dream my dream a new clue my mind has run dry i wish i was hearing your... (dream)

Jacks And Hopscotch i found myself, in days of yellow neon clothes and water falls. standing on the rocks, watching the waves break progression and everchanging stages of life a hint of green through my days i'm still changing i'm still growing why do i get this way? through my days of bonsai trees and sugarglyders

Right Of Center the wind never blows at the bottom of the ocean even if it did, it would never, ever, ever move the planets, a hourglass losing grain a tortoise can swim right through it the schools seem so far away the wind never blows at the bottom of the ocean, even if it did, it would never, ever, ever move the planets, a constallation a catfish in a bottle ten thousand years of waiting in line waiting for another lie bloated carcass sitting at my feet is this what i'm supposed to eat? write your name, tomorrow. bigots and lies is all that surrounds me what ever happened to yesterdays tomorrow.

IF Only I Could Conquer The World if only i could conquer the world break these chains, but keep the bond let loose by still holding on

Old Man Pilot i forgot how it felt to fly this high. higher higher. an observation it never was an honest look. i still feel like i'm running but gettin nowhere comfortingcame but now it's gone, i'm going home. semi-veteran (semi-spoiled) and then he whispered i can fly

From These Waters Of Epsom Wells we're nowhere though we've come this far i've lost my lines i've lost track of time and all the mountains that i've climbed we're nowhere outside under a tree carved my name in the bark accidental picture it's hard to see i don't have my way with words (area left for freestyle)

From This World To That Which Is To Come: Delivered Under The Similitude Of A Dream the more i pedal, the more i get to see the more i've seen, unfinished unsure of what's unfinished peace and silence, i've had my times in silence i lie in the baby cornfields of my mind comfort me when you speak carry me home, i am alone. i'll die here i'll die now comfort me when you speak carry me home, i lie alone and yes i praise him it doesn't even matter anymore we cried out but were we heard. i might as well yell to the wind even though you've left me by your own handle i will keep you in my memory of playing on sheala lane i'll see you in atlanta.