Wednesday, February 02, 2005
two sets of lyrics....
more lyrics cause someone asked me for them....knock yourself out, if you can put music to it, go for it, I just wanna hear it at some point.
The Highway Song
Most of a pack of smokes in my pocket
Most of the night left to drive,
Most of the night to wonder and worry
And to pray that tomorrow I’m alive
Moving backwards in time down the road tonight
Memories playing strange tricks on me
Looking through the windshield as night drops down
I wonder what it is I can’t see
This highway is driving me crazy,
While I’m driving myself insane
Terrified somebody will keep me around
Just to accept all the blame
When I think back to what was supposed to be me
And everything I should have been
Its amazing things change and life’s rearranged
Even though you still look back and grin
I wonder how long this highway can go
I need to stop or slow down
But it’s miles to the exit so I guess I’ll drive on
No sense in turning around
When I get to the end I hope it all ends
By a beach somewhere warm and sun-cleaned
Maybe a Palm Tree and soft island wind
Will meet me somewhere in my dreams
The highway is driving me crazy,
While I’m driving myself insane
Terrified somebody will keep me around
Just to accept all the blame
When I think back to what was supposed to me
And everything I should have been
Its amazing things change and life’s rearranged
Even though you still look back and grin
-----
miracle kilter
was it not enough blanket,
or just too much feet
staring blankly into darkness
on a cold metal seat?
here I can sit and stare into my face,
the miracle kilter at a really slow pace
sleep off indecision,
walk away pain,
clear skies or dark clouds
always bleed similar rain
there’s nobody here with which to switch place,
a miracle kilter at a really slow pace
sunlight falls down
now I can see
colored rose sunsets
coming for me
there’s nowhere to run to, this isn’t a race
just a miracle kilter at a really slow pace
light brings on shadows
reminding us all,
every time you stand up
there’s a chance you’ll fall
here in the clear with no past to erase,
but a miracle kilter at a really slow pace
------
OK, there ya go, hope someone in cyberspace enjoys them. Back to the old sawmill for a little while. Oh and you'll never guess who I have written a poem for.....plus, desire is a bitch, but it's a pleasant diversion and you just never know, it's at least worth trying...(much like homer simpson, i am here to give hope to the least of us!!!)
cf
ps - Jim Morris. Find him. Listen to his music. It is good.
cf
The Highway Song
Most of a pack of smokes in my pocket
Most of the night left to drive,
Most of the night to wonder and worry
And to pray that tomorrow I’m alive
Moving backwards in time down the road tonight
Memories playing strange tricks on me
Looking through the windshield as night drops down
I wonder what it is I can’t see
This highway is driving me crazy,
While I’m driving myself insane
Terrified somebody will keep me around
Just to accept all the blame
When I think back to what was supposed to be me
And everything I should have been
Its amazing things change and life’s rearranged
Even though you still look back and grin
I wonder how long this highway can go
I need to stop or slow down
But it’s miles to the exit so I guess I’ll drive on
No sense in turning around
When I get to the end I hope it all ends
By a beach somewhere warm and sun-cleaned
Maybe a Palm Tree and soft island wind
Will meet me somewhere in my dreams
The highway is driving me crazy,
While I’m driving myself insane
Terrified somebody will keep me around
Just to accept all the blame
When I think back to what was supposed to me
And everything I should have been
Its amazing things change and life’s rearranged
Even though you still look back and grin
-----
miracle kilter
was it not enough blanket,
or just too much feet
staring blankly into darkness
on a cold metal seat?
here I can sit and stare into my face,
the miracle kilter at a really slow pace
sleep off indecision,
walk away pain,
clear skies or dark clouds
always bleed similar rain
there’s nobody here with which to switch place,
a miracle kilter at a really slow pace
sunlight falls down
now I can see
colored rose sunsets
coming for me
there’s nowhere to run to, this isn’t a race
just a miracle kilter at a really slow pace
light brings on shadows
reminding us all,
every time you stand up
there’s a chance you’ll fall
here in the clear with no past to erase,
but a miracle kilter at a really slow pace
------
OK, there ya go, hope someone in cyberspace enjoys them. Back to the old sawmill for a little while. Oh and you'll never guess who I have written a poem for.....plus, desire is a bitch, but it's a pleasant diversion and you just never know, it's at least worth trying...(much like homer simpson, i am here to give hope to the least of us!!!)
cf
ps - Jim Morris. Find him. Listen to his music. It is good.
cf
