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Three Little Potatoes*
3 little potatoes sit in my bowl hoping with hope that their story be told hoping I'll eat them before they grow cold hoping I'll eat them before I grow old, with mould, cigarette rolled, breathing fire until I'm stone cold and they still sit there, in that red-rimmed oven-safe bowl, on the counter where no-one's stood since a long, long time ago greenish-grey spores like aliens unfold, tiny universe encasing the soul of the spirit that still haunts this old hole while the world heeds nothing from big to small because that feels best to us all. * Dan Q. dialect |
Coffee Date in College
Burning sand that I have become accustomed to.
Standing still,
Swirling eddy’s
I gaze straight on, transfixed on nothing
dry scratching
drinking heat
This her love we parley over coffee
closed throat
empty sky
Waiting maybe for God to stir my nerves
twitching finger
shifting terrain
Up to my mouth, this burning sand.
O Nancy Wherefore art thou?
I need a woman who
can be cruel
cause I’ll take it can
give it too.
The fat around my heart
is gone
my soul is freezing in
my bones
And I’m waiting for the end.
If she doesn’t come
And show the truth to me
How can I wake up from this dream?
With telephones ringing
like boulders falling
I hide in a cave and
get walled in.
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Yeshiva Gedolah: 1
At those large wooden doors
I can hear myself shaking
where the men that I know
lay my life,
page by page,
tome by tome
in front of me.
Later the table is set for me,
the food is dished to me,
and all I am asked for in return
is to sing
with the “rest of us.”
For days and nights
we debate the fate of me.
We do not choose,
we fight
for what we find
the Law to be.
But Who gave us this Law,
and tell me true,
Isn’t it (hasn’t it always been)
Primordial,
As is reflected
in your codes,
where money buys an eye,
And tooth, and bone?
But when I looked the other way,
And shut those doors so clever,
My heart
still wanted to believe
that it could beat
this way forever.
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Chuppah
A man
Stands alone
Hands together
eyes closed
Waiting
A woman
nearby
walks
alone
Six circles
one to go
In binding steps
Two become one
And beneath a canopy of ruddy sun
and a chorus of singing clouds
Earth kisses Sky inamorato
on top of the resting Sea
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The Bride
They eye the bride,
Each their own veiled delight.
They laughed and cried
When from behind
They watched her walk the isle.
To the old she is the heart’s recall
To the young the hearts desire.
She,
Who stands
beneath the canopy
for tonight.
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7 Days Before the Wedding
My friend
My lover
Bide your time
We’ll discover
The house
And we’ll live there
Life withstanding
And children beget
With understanding
Patience
And
Cohabitation.
Hold they check
Times the travail
Until we banish your brides’ white veil
Confounding partition
Give way to light
Until that time
My love
Take no respite
Through Fire
Send communication.
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If I Am Not Me
Who can truly say that they are happy anyway?
I know that I can when I know that I can.
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Manifest Destiny
I close my eyes tight and let go
And the ball goes in
Just like I knew it would.
I want for a letter
And it comes
Because I knew it would.
I hold my breath
For him to say it and he does
I made it happen.
Manifest manifest manifest destiny
Two by Two
Two by two they fly
They beat their wings in fear
They circle, settle, huddle
They jump in the air to fall down again
They beat their wings in expectation
They settle, huddle, nuzzle
They strut and peck
They fan their wings in exultation
And two by two they fly.
Yitzchak and Nancy
When your father bound you
And offered you up
You demanded no explanation,
Only checking to see that
the blade was sharp
and the fire sufficient,
and that the alter stone,
square
like your will,
Was ready.
And when from the shock
of how close you came,
Your mother’s soul abandoned her,
You said nothing
But quietly extinguished the lamp
that laughed in her desert tent.
Silent you sat,
speaking only to the fields
until a woman riding side-saddle spied you
From a distance,
and rewarded your patience.
But as for me,
Lord
my lips without ceasing twist in lies and self-defilement,
saying wait, you’ll see, you’ll laugh again.
She is not dead.
She is not dead.
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Yeshiva Gedolah: 2
Humming of voices like a paper mill
Planing the thick old souls
into vacant tabula
A great, hairy hand
Scratching novella
on his disciples
With flat,
even strokes.
And like the thousand eyes
Of one angry, buzzing fly
Faces, white and bobbing,
Stop to throw up on the new guy.
Digest him or reject him,
He is either with us, in us, us,
Or against us.
Digest him and eject him,
This is the nature of our nutrition,
And why our larvae are nearly indistinguishable.
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The Spider and the Fly
To the face (queries)
Of the lonesome (heated) crowd,
Who,
Like a spider
Fear me
at least as much
as I fear it,
I respond with quiet ferocity,
That I will live my life
Whether or not
I am in fashion.
And in doing so,
From my extended distended family
I disown myself.
For I,
Unlike the fly
Can see the web of mutual (excommunicated)
dissatisfaction.
It pours forth with each advertisement,
with each wayward glance.
That vague disquiet,
which is the butt of all comedy.
Yet as I fly through clear,
Unbroken skies
I hear the earthy breathing
Of my own desire
I taste it’s bitter spice
Salivate my mouth,
I smell it’s musk,
my sweat
blinding my senses
a bursting grove of unharvested love
And I question my freedom
My sanity,
In leaving
the warm sticky embrace
and sharp kiss
I would have felt
In the spider’s bed
In her many hairy arms
In my cocoon.
For we are massed together,
Not by common strength,
virtue or conviction,
But by common frailty
and convention.
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Flying Turtles
From Octopi with business eyes
And Salmon pushing social strides
Escape do I
In Song do flee
Like a flying fish
Skipping o’er the sea.
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The Stars at Night
FAR AND ABOVE
THE FLICKERING
CANDLES
OF CITY LIGHTS
I SEE
THE LONGED FOR THINGS
OF A MILLION PEOPLE
RISING FROM THEIR DREAMS
UP WITH THE HEAT
ABSORBED BY THE STREETS
FROM THE DAYS HUSTLE-BUSTLE
FROM MAKING ENDS MEET.
AS COOL, SOFT
STARBREEZES FLOW
FROM THE CHILL
BLACK ENDLESS SPACE
AS DIMENSIONS ETHEREAL GLOW
AND GROW
INTO INNER SPACE
AND GOD’S BREATH BLOWS
INTO SLEEPYHEAD'S NOSE
WHILE THEY SNOOZE IN REPOSE
IN THEIR FAVOURITE BEDCLOTHES
LIKE BABES IN THE ARMS
OF A MOTHER
WHO KNOWS
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Romeo and Juliet
The rain spoke gently
Words they could not utter.
Clothed and cloaked
With eyelids met
No hand was stayed caresses sent.
No question stored regret for morrow
The rain that fell, from Eden borrowed.
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Shi'ite Ba'al Teshuva
The vanity
of the new-born saint,
Who sacrifices himself
on the chiseled alter
of his own insecurities
Standing up
the charred corpse
of his former life
As his offering
like Cain
with just what is at hand
Sick tribute
Why do you secretly
(in the darkest corner/closet)
of your mind-palace
Wear the robes of
Whom you profess to obey?
Can you not see yourself in them?
Walk to the fields
O tiller of fields
And dirty the clothes
You have
Which is your birthright.
In the ground
of your fathers
There harvest a new crop
In your basket joyfully
Go
your iron scythe
May not reap the altar
of your fears and insecurities
And may He pity those
Who love Him so.
The vanity
of the new-born saint,
Who sacrifices himself
on the chiseled alter
of his own insecurities
Standing up
the charred corpse
of his former life
As his offering
like Cain
with just what is at hand
Sick tribute
Why do you secretly
(in the darkest corner/closet)
of your mind-palace
Wear the robes of
Whom you profess to obey?
Can you not see yourself in them?
Walk to the fields
O tiller of fields
And dirty the clothes
You have
Which is your birthright.
In the ground
of your fathers
There harvest a new crop
In your basket joyfully
Go
your iron scythe
May not reap the altar
of your fears and insecurities
And may He pity those
Who love Him so.
Dad Was a Member of The Tribe
Jews Jews Jews
Stop pushing me
I am one of you
Call me if you change your mind
Maybe I’ll call you back
And maybe not
The lines could go on forever
They could recede into my face
Mapping out whatever
Whoever has hurt me
Like you
I hate saying goodbye
When I mean
Go to hell
and fuck you
very much
I hate you
For not forgiving me
for forgetting how we touched
I can’t forgive my father
Although he did so much
He killed me
at least my spirit
before I could walk and talk
splintering my trust
until I sat there
out of luck
fingers pawing
lots of good books
and playing
with my trucks
always hoping
that he'd smile one day
and say
you are my son
And then his sun set
moons away
he's buried
far and deep
but memories
are sweet
like roses
blooming
on my cheeks
and after all this time
I know
in the deepest
of the deep
that I'm his son
it's true he says
so dry your eyes
don't weep
I'll tell you often
so you hear
I love you
go to sleep.
Jews Jews Jews
Stop pushing me
I am one of you
Call me if you change your mind
Maybe I’ll call you back
And maybe not
The lines could go on forever
They could recede into my face
Mapping out whatever
Whoever has hurt me
Like you
I hate saying goodbye
When I mean
Go to hell
and fuck you
very much
I hate you
For not forgiving me
for forgetting how we touched
I can’t forgive my father
Although he did so much
He killed me
at least my spirit
before I could walk and talk
splintering my trust
until I sat there
out of luck
fingers pawing
lots of good books
and playing
with my trucks
always hoping
that he'd smile one day
and say
you are my son
And then his sun set
moons away
he's buried
far and deep
but memories
are sweet
like roses
blooming
on my cheeks
and after all this time
I know
in the deepest
of the deep
that I'm his son
it's true he says
so dry your eyes
don't weep
I'll tell you often
so you hear
I love you
go to sleep.
Teen Angst
Strong warm
caring hands
Don’t leave –
don’t Passover me.
No human is Mother
No human is God.
The say I'm a soul
but I'm stuck in this bod
Too proud
and too haughty
To ask clearly and say
that it's feminine intimacy
and touch I crave
but I never do say
and I don't way to pay
Too afraid
To speak
my mind
Honest and vulnerable
and yet somehow
still kind.
I am so fearful
of people and love
Like the song
I ask
will it come from skies above?
Is it underneath the pieces
of my broken dreams
a picture
of a hug?
a romantic scene?
My heart wrinkled and pickled
from whiskey's soft tickles
and like Norman Mailer
I smell like a sailor
My knuckles all bloodied
from pounded my buddy
my other persona
laughing like a hyena
While People in Eden
above and below
erupt with red-hot lava
and eyes all aglow
While I like Pompeii stand
downstream from the flow
which runs oh so quickly
whilst I run so slow
My feet stuck in quicksand
and a glass of Merlot
I am only preserved here
and who knows for how long?
By the promise that
we all get a chance
to sing our own song
along with a partner
that we all find love
and my girl is here dancing
and towards her I run
while dolphins surf swells
and the sparkling sun
creates diamonds
that blind us
from all that was done
all that made us forget
who we are
what we want
And we finally learn that
eventually, son
Love and happiness
are things with reach
when you want
To open your eyes
and she'll be standing there
in the sunlight
which streaks her hair red
with a flare
and she smile at you
and says
"Devil may care"
Until morning breaks
into her eyes
you will stare
I Feel Compelled to Face Myself
Talk to yourself who are you?
Can you fool yourself also?
One person yet many faces
Each situation brings anew.
To every person
You are different
A separate personality per one
They too are different like you
And ever once is one as one?
Talk to your friends who are they?
Do you know them as well as you think?
Can you see into their heads?
Or simply learned their reactions?
Look at your wife who is she?
Are you honest in your love?
Do you know her desires?
Or only what she gives you?
Look in the mirror, are you real?
Don’t reassure with a glance.
Question yourself and your values.
Don’t be content with the way things are.
We live our lives
Without Real Guidance
Each towards a separate, lower goal.
Satisfaction seemingly obtained.
We are blind and vainly searching for
Happiness
Meaning of life
TRUTH
Strong warm
caring hands
Don’t leave –
don’t Passover me.
No human is Mother
No human is God.
The say I'm a soul
but I'm stuck in this bod
Too proud
and too haughty
To ask clearly and say
that it's feminine intimacy
and touch I crave
but I never do say
and I don't way to pay
Too afraid
To speak
my mind
Honest and vulnerable
and yet somehow
still kind.
I am so fearful
of people and love
Like the song
I ask
will it come from skies above?
Is it underneath the pieces
of my broken dreams
a picture
of a hug?
a romantic scene?
My heart wrinkled and pickled
from whiskey's soft tickles
and like Norman Mailer
I smell like a sailor
My knuckles all bloodied
from pounded my buddy
my other persona
laughing like a hyena
While People in Eden
above and below
erupt with red-hot lava
and eyes all aglow
While I like Pompeii stand
downstream from the flow
which runs oh so quickly
whilst I run so slow
My feet stuck in quicksand
and a glass of Merlot
I am only preserved here
and who knows for how long?
By the promise that
we all get a chance
to sing our own song
along with a partner
that we all find love
and my girl is here dancing
and towards her I run
while dolphins surf swells
and the sparkling sun
creates diamonds
that blind us
from all that was done
all that made us forget
who we are
what we want
And we finally learn that
eventually, son
Love and happiness
are things with reach
when you want
To open your eyes
and she'll be standing there
in the sunlight
which streaks her hair red
with a flare
and she smile at you
and says
"Devil may care"
Until morning breaks
into her eyes
you will stare
I Feel Compelled to Face Myself
Talk to yourself who are you?
Can you fool yourself also?
One person yet many faces
Each situation brings anew.
To every person
You are different
A separate personality per one
They too are different like you
And ever once is one as one?
Talk to your friends who are they?
Do you know them as well as you think?
Can you see into their heads?
Or simply learned their reactions?
Look at your wife who is she?
Are you honest in your love?
Do you know her desires?
Or only what she gives you?
Look in the mirror, are you real?
Don’t reassure with a glance.
Question yourself and your values.
Don’t be content with the way things are.
We live our lives
Without Real Guidance
Each towards a separate, lower goal.
Satisfaction seemingly obtained.
We are blind and vainly searching for
Happiness
Meaning of life
TRUTH
My Dad
A tower under construction
Promising great future residence, business
But
From the downside of a quarter century
I can’t see where the girders connect.
All the workers greet him like a master
And I wonder
If it’s just his smile…
That I don’t have
Because
I haven’t learned to sell.
A tower under construction
Promising great future residence, business
But
From the downside of a quarter century
I can’t see where the girders connect.
All the workers greet him like a master
And I wonder
If it’s just his smile…
That I don’t have
Because
I haven’t learned to sell.
Pre-Dawn
A moment in suffering
Stumbling
Blind
Without consolation
To soften the pain.
A moment of nothingness
Seemingly void
Without stimulation
To conquer the fear
Of feeling
That we’re knowing
That we’re nothing
But life.
A moment in suffering
Stumbling
Blind
Without consolation
To soften the pain.
A moment of nothingness
Seemingly void
Without stimulation
To conquer the fear
Of feeling
That we’re knowing
That we’re nothing
But life.
The Writer’s Malady
To put into writing
The thoughts that elude me
As time passes quickly
And thoughts faster still
To want to encage them
With limited talent
Imprisoned and tortured
Is to save, or to kill?
And while I am writing
On if I should be writing,
A meaningless thought
Or a valuable gesture?
The world rears it’s head
And laughs long light and lively
It pays no attention
To my malady.
Only Howling, sternly glaring
With new tones of repression
depression in session
Against one man’s will.
To finish or diminish
The paragraphs before me
To chisel or chip
From the pillar of masses
To question the infinite
To dare disobey?
We live intertwined
In a jungle of people
Quick noise and still laughter
Malicious and faster
Still louder still
In a threatening shrill
Built to an uproar
All their hatred outpoured!
Yet the roar of the people
Almost beyond limit
Is mere white-black silence
Compared
To the while
In the words.
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To put into writing
The thoughts that elude me
As time passes quickly
And thoughts faster still
To want to encage them
With limited talent
Imprisoned and tortured
Is to save, or to kill?
And while I am writing
On if I should be writing,
A meaningless thought
Or a valuable gesture?
The world rears it’s head
And laughs long light and lively
It pays no attention
To my malady.
Only Howling, sternly glaring
With new tones of repression
depression in session
Against one man’s will.
To finish or diminish
The paragraphs before me
To chisel or chip
From the pillar of masses
To question the infinite
To dare disobey?
We live intertwined
In a jungle of people
Quick noise and still laughter
Malicious and faster
Still louder still
In a threatening shrill
Built to an uproar
All their hatred outpoured!
Yet the roar of the people
Almost beyond limit
Is mere white-black silence
Compared
To the while
In the words.
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More lyrics, same time period
Simple things
The Iron wall is falling down
A crystal ball is rolling round
Peace and love and harmony are
Just around the corner
Simple things will soon return
They’re just around the corner
Brotherhood is spreading round
Fear is lost and love is found
Peace……………………………
Missiles won’t be falling down
The eagle and the bear unwound
Peace
Although my song is over
It’s prayer goes on and on
Simple things
The Iron wall is falling down
A crystal ball is rolling round
Peace and love and harmony are
Just around the corner
Simple things will soon return
They’re just around the corner
Brotherhood is spreading round
Fear is lost and love is found
Peace……………………………
Missiles won’t be falling down
The eagle and the bear unwound
Peace
Although my song is over
It’s prayer goes on and on
(While watching the kids play on some big rocks at the Mornington Penninsula.)
Children on the Rocks
shoved (knocked)
like wedges
in the cracks
of this marriage
but
the ticking of their clocks
like weeds in the rocks
(eventually)
knocks mountains
into molehills
Children on the Rocks
shoved (knocked)
like wedges
in the cracks
of this marriage
but
the ticking of their clocks
like weeds in the rocks
(eventually)
knocks mountains
into molehills
Free Adult
Released
In embrace
And held tight
Breathes
The maturing adult.
Set free
From fear
With a lengthy kiss.
Set free
With freedom given
To another, needy child.
Released,
Into arms
And held tight,
Breath
Mature adults.
Released
In embrace
And held tight
Breathes
The maturing adult.
Set free
From fear
With a lengthy kiss.
Set free
With freedom given
To another, needy child.
Released,
Into arms
And held tight,
Breath
Mature adults.
This was lyrics from one of my favourites grooves to jam on back then.
HEY -
Don’t have to value anything
Its just what it is
Don’t have to convince myself.
HEY -
Don’t have to value anything
Its just what it is
Don’t have to convince myself.
The tiny plastic spout
on the top of my vodka bottle
that forces me to mete out
the mashka
in dirty little ounces
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My dog
How much does he know?
Compared to the Angels.
Perhaps even wise men.
Perhaps even demons.
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Happy Endings
My ass
is colder then it used to be.
My stomach
is bloated
my mind
growing slower.
It used to be life
flowed like water
inside me,
a river of dreams
and of things
that just might be
I imagined myself
the self that I could be
but the work was so hard
I was lazy
a baby.
Now the body commands
that I dream like Prosepero,
Conjuring Caliban, Trinculo, Ariel
spinning a tale
so I might find peace
How obvious the poet calling on Freud?
The death dreams
of Prospero
rediculous, void?
He nearing it's end
his bro's captive, and toy
sapped of all real life
sapped of all joy
and yet it's a comedy
the end must be happy
with wedding and humour
that's witty and snappy
that rolls off the tongue
like a good story's end
When everything's written
as if by a Friend.
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Feeling My Age
Catch my hair
in a little box
and keep it
with your winter socks
my love for vodka and orange juice
this night keeps me from a hanging noose
the bespeckled tongue that I use you with
would stick out almost clownish
as the sun came up
and the purple set in
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To be
A little bee
Among the Bees
Oh So How Free!
There is a Queen!
The mind's not "ME"
It's just a guiding system for WE.
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I was on the bus
When a musty old man came and sat beside me
How do I smell to him, I wondered?
Same as I wonder next to all the pretty ladies.
How do I smell?
How do I seem?
Like a person whose body is meant to be?
The musty old man and I joined forces, for just a moment our eyes joined courses
And of course I knew
I was looking at me.
In just a few bottles, in just a few years.
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on the top of my vodka bottle
that forces me to mete out
the mashka
in dirty little ounces
_
My dog
How much does he know?
Compared to the Angels.
Perhaps even wise men.
Perhaps even demons.
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Happy Endings
My ass
is colder then it used to be.
My stomach
is bloated
my mind
growing slower.
It used to be life
flowed like water
inside me,
a river of dreams
and of things
that just might be
I imagined myself
the self that I could be
but the work was so hard
I was lazy
a baby.
Now the body commands
that I dream like Prosepero,
Conjuring Caliban, Trinculo, Ariel
spinning a tale
so I might find peace
How obvious the poet calling on Freud?
The death dreams
of Prospero
rediculous, void?
He nearing it's end
his bro's captive, and toy
sapped of all real life
sapped of all joy
and yet it's a comedy
the end must be happy
with wedding and humour
that's witty and snappy
that rolls off the tongue
like a good story's end
When everything's written
as if by a Friend.
_
Feeling My Age
Catch my hair
in a little box
and keep it
with your winter socks
my love for vodka and orange juice
this night keeps me from a hanging noose
the bespeckled tongue that I use you with
would stick out almost clownish
as the sun came up
and the purple set in
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To be
A little bee
Among the Bees
Oh So How Free!
There is a Queen!
The mind's not "ME"
It's just a guiding system for WE.
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I was on the bus
When a musty old man came and sat beside me
How do I smell to him, I wondered?
Same as I wonder next to all the pretty ladies.
How do I smell?
How do I seem?
Like a person whose body is meant to be?
The musty old man and I joined forces, for just a moment our eyes joined courses
And of course I knew
I was looking at me.
In just a few bottles, in just a few years.
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Let the Fear Go
I Wanna tell you bout my thing
Gonna write it on down
It’s gonna be someday
I’m liking this sound
I gotta pluck the strings
That’s when I get my thing
I wanna play to serve all the same
I don’t know anything
Its all I got in my mind
The first time is always the best time
It’s all right
Poor people with loneliness
always gonna recon ever more it’s
I could whistle wind
I could lead a wind sail
I could be something
You just bought it
Work ya thing
Gonna write a song
The only thing
I gonna bet your ears
And kiss your sandy lips
There's a rock in your pocket
But you don't even care and it’s all right
It doesn’t matter no let it go now
It’s simple but it's so
Let the fear go
Let the fear go
I’m gonna write this song
It’s gonna make everything
Gonna make right from wrong
And kiss your sandy lips
Got a rock in your pocket but you don't even care
I doesn't matter no let it go
You know it's simple but it's so
Let the Fear Go
Let the Fear Go
I Wanna tell you bout my thing
Gonna write it on down
It’s gonna be someday
I’m liking this sound
I gotta pluck the strings
That’s when I get my thing
I wanna play to serve all the same
I don’t know anything
Its all I got in my mind
The first time is always the best time
It’s all right
Poor people with loneliness
always gonna recon ever more it’s
I could whistle wind
I could lead a wind sail
I could be something
You just bought it
Work ya thing
Gonna write a song
The only thing
I gonna bet your ears
And kiss your sandy lips
There's a rock in your pocket
But you don't even care and it’s all right
It doesn’t matter no let it go now
It’s simple but it's so
Let the fear go
Let the fear go
I’m gonna write this song
It’s gonna make everything
Gonna make right from wrong
And kiss your sandy lips
Got a rock in your pocket but you don't even care
I doesn't matter no let it go
You know it's simple but it's so
Let the Fear Go
Let the Fear Go
Mary
Just for you I’ll take my shirt and glasses off
And run from the oceanside
If you’re my friend
Please don’t say goodbye
Like this
Mary had three lambs
Living in a old blue house
On Main Street in Venice
Ancient Shepherdess
I sing to you know
Even though it hurts me
As I’m wandering through life
Wondering what will happen
If you stay and change my mind
maybe everything would seem kinder
Am I dreaming these visions
Or is it the drugs
I don’t know what I’m gonna do
Could you teach me something
Someway out of this mess
Maybe someone is really up there
Do you know?
Could you teach me to care?
Mary
Mary
So obvious lies
I might be discarding laws and wants
Your sitting lost in loneliness
Come and show me now
And I’ll sing to you
And it won’t hurt me
As I’m wandering through life
Wondering what would happen
If you stay and change my mind
So maybe everything would seem kinder
Am I dreaming all this
Or is it the drugs
I don’t know what I’m going through
Can you teach me something
Someway out of this mess
Maybe someone
Is really up there
Do you know?
Can you teach me to care?
Just for you I’ll take my shirt and glasses off
And run from the oceanside
If you’re my friend
Please don’t say goodbye
Like this
Just for you I’ll take my shirt and glasses off
And run from the oceanside
If you’re my friend
Please don’t say goodbye
Like this
Mary had three lambs
Living in a old blue house
On Main Street in Venice
Ancient Shepherdess
I sing to you know
Even though it hurts me
As I’m wandering through life
Wondering what will happen
If you stay and change my mind
maybe everything would seem kinder
Am I dreaming these visions
Or is it the drugs
I don’t know what I’m gonna do
Could you teach me something
Someway out of this mess
Maybe someone is really up there
Do you know?
Could you teach me to care?
Mary
Mary
So obvious lies
I might be discarding laws and wants
Your sitting lost in loneliness
Come and show me now
And I’ll sing to you
And it won’t hurt me
As I’m wandering through life
Wondering what would happen
If you stay and change my mind
So maybe everything would seem kinder
Am I dreaming all this
Or is it the drugs
I don’t know what I’m going through
Can you teach me something
Someway out of this mess
Maybe someone
Is really up there
Do you know?
Can you teach me to care?
Just for you I’ll take my shirt and glasses off
And run from the oceanside
If you’re my friend
Please don’t say goodbye
Like this
Holding on to You
I hung out at school today asking questions
Questions without answers
Trying to find a way
To cheat my way through again
You told me the name of a man
And his number
You told me to call
You said he’s got something to say to me
Maybe change my life for good
You know I Wish I could
But every day the same blackness falls on me
I’m so blind that I can not see
The beauty of miracles surrounding me
The Almighty is always guarding me
And I am not
The only one
Holding on...
I am not
the only one
Holding on to you
To you
Only You
I hung out at school today asking questions
Questions without answers
Trying to find a way
To cheat my way through again
You told me the name of a man
And his number
You told me to call
You said he’s got something to say to me
Maybe change my life for good
You know I Wish I could
But every day the same blackness falls on me
I’m so blind that I can not see
The beauty of miracles surrounding me
The Almighty is always guarding me
And I am not
The only one
Holding on...
I am not
the only one
Holding on to you
To you
Only You
