cliche eyes

cliche eyes

angel eyes, pirate eyes, cliche eyes
are on the rise sooner

i won't mind, if your dark eyes, can't make me cry
c'mon and prove it

i see the rhymes
the taste the time
shake and shine
lighting the fuses

fall like bombs that climb
into crazy lines
burns into your fine
angel eyes

all souls be kind
all souls be kind
fall like flies
into pirate eyes

la la living large like the other ones...
but who wants to be like the other ones?

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the western world

 

the western world

all is quiet in the western world
there are shadows in the east
gears turning as the the paper martyrs
revving up for a feast

all voices coming home
rushng back to me

an intelligence in the world
like a boat on the ocean
like a blue eyed, golden girl
with a hint of devotion

all voices come rushing on
calling back to me

one day the sun will block out all your distant rage
and all your lost and tired clues
will lead you down the path and through that giant maze
where she reveals it all to you

and in the wilds of the western world
where pain and hearts collide
we hear the patter of the little footsteps
here comes the child

and he is coming home
and he is rushing back to me

one day i'll see the rain and take it for what it is
a little water on the grave
one night i'll see the moon and shake my sorry head
all this confusion was in vain

it's gone silent in the western world
and there is motion in the east
there crawls towards bethlehem the
black eyed beast

and he is rushing home
rushing home to me

i'll be fine

i'll be fine

i'll be there to hold you to resolutely scold you

on my dime

and you'll be fine

there's no need to worry

barricade and worry

your four lines, you'll be fine

and i'll be wild 

super scared but famous

crystal stud courageous

let it slide

you'll be mine

periphery and spaces

egyptian styled wages

traps and lies

and a second batting eye

any artist in the middle ages

would feel his age, would fill the pages

with dots and half circles

men read the cards like braille

what's this vast sympathy?

bright as the moon, as sweet as tea?

the night is gritty

let's head into the city

oh brother, we're as thick as thieves

pen on paper, thin as leaves

on a piano they play every piece

since nineteen seventy

now that all the money's marked

the dog's are kennelled, the car is parked

but the dogs are sure to bark

when the highway hits the heart

sister wish your wish away

it won't be coming back again

intention will not sweeten it

for sometimes

cuz none of this don't matter much

our bags are packed, our tickets punched

everything to time succumbs

and sometimes

father you arrest me now

i will not kneel, i will not bow

you of all people should know by now

my reasons

i have suffered wicked blows

from out of time, from head to toe

we live by all these lies and shadows

sometimes

and mother please accept this light

we'll make it good, we'll make it right

rivers of sacrificial rites

redeem us

with my two arms i will pick you up

i'll lift you up, and then what?

it's so easy to forget it all again

she is not real

we were wasting time
just wasting time
we were out of signs
out of signs
no more morning light
no morning light
to guide us through the night
the end of night

and while the shadows shook and quaked
sensing a mistake
perhaps a moonless rain?

and while the matter was in play
the questions all remained
we must have been mistaken...

she is not real

we were drunk on wine
drunk on wine
pretty much all the time
all the time

she circled through my mind
through my mind
spirits have speeds of light
and hearts of fire

and while the shadows shook and quaked
sensing a mistake
perhaps a moonless rain?

and while the matter was in play
the questions all remained
we must have been mistaken...

she is not real

raise you up

katie caught me by the river
couldn't happen, can't deliver
makes her shake and makes her shiver slowly

now the love lights out of passion
and the sights that passed for passion
have not the kindness or compassion only

i will raise you up sweet darlin
i will wake you up
i will take you up
into my sky

i will lay you down (in the water)
where you'll be safe and sound
both feet on the gound
you are always mine

katie caught me on the highway
1/2 the distance to miami
talked me into move north of vegas

we set up shop, quite a business
keeps you all on hooks and tenders
what with all the crooks and gamblers
in vegas

i will raise you up sweet darlin
i will wake you up
i will take you up
into my sky

i will lay you down (in the water)
where you'll be safe and sound
both feet on the gound
you are always mine

so me and katie split the difference
i took queens and she took memphis
a hundred seven car collision nightly

we tried and failed a quick escape
a serpentine bondlike evasion
that led us to our shallow graves
in sknny oklahoma

i will raise you up sweet darlin
i will wake you up
i will take you up
into my sky

she was ice and i was fire
i was truth and she was liars
i was innocence and she was a soul expired

from out of the hazy past and distance
a figure once appeared to both of us
friar tuck came to his senses, begged us, come with us

i will raise you up sweet darlin
i will wake you up
i will take you up
into my sky

i will lay you down (in the water)
where you'll be safe and sound
both feet on the gound
you are always mine

the western world

all is quiet in the western world
there are shadows in the east
gears turning as the the paper martyrs
revving up for a feast

all voices coming home
rushng back to me

an intelligence in the world
like a boat on the ocean
like a blue eyed, golden girl
with a hint of devotion

all voices come rushing on
calling back to me

one day the sun will block out all your distance rage
and all your lost and tired clues
will lead you down the path and through the maze
where she reveals it all to you

and in the wilds of the western world
where pain and hearts collide
we hear the patter of the little footsteps
here comes the child

and he is coming home
and he is rushing back to me

one day i'll see the rain and take it for what it is
a little water on the grave
one night i'll see the moon and shake my sorry head
all this confusion was in vain

it's gone silent in the western world
and there is motion in the east
there crawls towards bethlehem the
black eyed beast

and he is rushing home
rushing home to me