marryme-shineone idea

Kiernan, My Son

Si'l VOus Plait once again

S'il vous plaît 

He’s drawing a circle

A little tune and then her light goes on

This is all in the future

With all the land as cold as ice

His key ain’t working

So he punches through the glass icon

Where demons are lurking

And he will not be asking twice

Death comes as no surprise to William harry rice

He saw it coming

He came down from the mountains

With the sins of Saskatchewan

All kicking and screaming

Every time she rolls her dice

Death comes as no surprise to William harry rice

He saw it coming

I've been there once, I've been there twice

I’ve been there through the thick and thin

C’mon BLUE SKIES, never die!

C’mon blue skies I’ve got you in ten….

He’s drawn out a circle

And the music has replaced that song

He vows in the future

He’ll ever take his own advice

Death comes as no surprise to William harry rice

windowsill - first idea

S'il vous plaît

S'il vous plaît 

He’s drawing a circle

A little tune and then her light goes on

This is all in the future

With all the land as cold as ice

His key ain’t working

So he punches through the glass icon

Where demons are lurking

And he will not be asking twice

Death comes as no surprise to William harry rice

He saw it coming

He came down from the mountains

With the sins of Saskatchewan

All kicking and screaming

Every time she rolls her dice

Death comes as no surprise to William harry rice

He saw it coming

I've been there once, I've been there twice

I’ve been there through the thick and thin

C’mon BLUE SKIES, never die!

C’mon blue skies I’ve got you in ten….

He’s drawn out a circle

And the music has replaced that song

He vows in the future

He’ll ever take his own advice

Death comes as no surprise to William harry rice

He saw it coming

small notes

Small notes Small note read like mine fields Rolling boulders as she slides Shedding votes Getting tidied up I will lie awake and die I hope to see the bluer hope that is within you Sunny like a ghost now What a spirits life must be like now She is up and down the kitchen And now she watches tv on the couch Old sweet ray come in from sideways And they touch the corners of the room Embrace these wrongs together Erase these songs for good

ode to pete

Ode to Pag
Where are you going? Oh that’s the place!
I’m happy for you, and sad for us.
Just sit and second, or stand a spell
Perhaps you got a few short tales to tell?


Where are you going?….ahhh….that makes sense!
my honored muse now, why my welcome guest
I wrote it off to melancholy but now
The skies seem open - Its all greek to me


Don’t bother putting in good words for me
Won’t make no difference, it can’t change anything
Could you play that band of gypsies riff one more time?
What’s up? Who know’s….ya know, buddy miles?


Where are you going, I smell alcohol
Thank my stars there, there boy, guess I’ll have some
Hold on, Chicago. So far away
in time and distance
But there you seem to be


He could hit a medium arc pitched softball to baton rouge
He was bigger than me and probably bigger than you
Much better than you

When going camping meant getting fucked instead
A joke bout an eyeball Without a head

There was a joke once, by a drinking fire
About a eyeball without a espyer


And the laughter, could’ve raised the dead
But it spoke to us with depth and breadth
our dreams once, was to scout the land
find a cool place to play, a great place to jam

We wanted something, just some not all
In hallway signage, cut paper cocks
We hated men as gods and men in ties and shirts
We came, I’m sore, and my cock hurts


Intellects stole my incense- Pete took our eyes
Rough on the edges - Holes in the skies
He takes the cassette - Pops in the player
Words can do damage – bass player slayer


And about the music son…well it all sucks
And it is all sublime, and we’re both nuts
Things that far below us we cannot blame
Read from the pulpit, God keeps us sane


No common cause, us..no enemy
No symphony…no harmony
But not your blame nor is it mine
Cause we both right you know -And we both right


All of lifes passions wrapped into wires
Cities on flame, cities on fire
And I was blind but now I see
It is all clear, was once greek to me