o' the sun

o the sun will rise again
on your warmth we depend
and on your warmth
we can rest
from rebirth
which laid low the best

apples made of stone

all that i was and all that i knew
never was anything worth a damn
i was trying to figure out my place
within this catastrophe
all in all i face a wall that's bending over me
i'm mending the holes in it that shine so violently
i just want you to find me in all of this chaos.

all that i am and all that i know
surrounds everything permanently black
all the birds have flown, and all the people have seen
this unending mockery of innocence
and if you bring me things like apples made of stone
i will show you something worthless in return
every night we dig the grave of the golden morning.

far into the night time, i sang the hillside song
never do the words have meaning
but the folly of an insight
are the words that carry it to light

where the bird goes

o how i love to impress you all,
i am a pig in a princes stall
o how i love to close the doors and talk like a king
how come you don't see my face
snorting and drooling all over the place
how come you're going on about the same thing
you're always gonna be another person in disguise

i only wish for insanity,
to come and take everything away from me
i only wish to hear someone with something to say
there is a bird on my window sill,
you can hear what it says if you keep real still
but every time i try to speak, it flies away

and i only want to know where the bird goes when it flies

all of my desire

we once was living
twisting greenness around the portraits of our bones
but every step we took was turned around
til our heads were down,
our nose upon the stone.

now winter shivers like a bird here
my boots are frozen to the fire.
it has me wishing i was colder still
so i could fight the chill
by burning all of my desire.

if you could take a million years home
and give it time to be your friend
i bet you'd hear it say that the world you know
is nowhere close to show
you what it means to see the end.

the devil's lonely son

don't ask my name, i'm a lonely man
i once had many friends, this song's for them.
at the crossroads where i stood, so long ago
the devil chose my road, but they don't know.
he opened up his arms, and said unto me
of all the toils of life, i set you free.
but now the time has come for him to win
as death will shed my body of its sin
o friends, if you are there, i'd like to say
i'm the devils lonely son, o wicked way
i'm the devils lonely son, and i'll see him today.

the devil's garden

i must be in the devils garden
i can't believe what comes in from my eyes
is truth that they all see and seem to ignore
this is all.

we are all marching
we are all marching
we are all marching
sadly on

they may come around
hope is a good thing
i'm growing up to explain
that all this just might set us back
for the ultimate display
the sky is falling my dear
and i need your help to catch the ash
shades of fire pass by your eyes
and i was just wondering
i was just wondering
what we are gonna do before we die.

we are all marching
we are all marching
we are all marching
and looking around to see
who else is coming with us.

folding

when you breathe, i soak it up
in all that burden, you never speak
i keep my distance and sing my silence
across the slow breathing room.
why can't you show me how to contain
all you can never seem to hold?

all the kings and queens,
they bow down to your misery,
sewing up broken tongues,
sobbing and dying,
and leaning over me,
onto you.

lonely seeking wayward, bound up on chivalry
knotting up my harmonies, and tearing down my low down dreams.
i keep my distance and sing my silence
across the slow breathing room.
what came before this?
where were you at?
all along your own shores, breaking up my steam.
go now all you seem to fold.

faeriesong

this is the dance of the unloved child
this is the dance of the free
forbidding road stretching lonely for miles
stops at the base of a tree.
great gnarled tree, ancient, silver, and weary
light shining forth from its core
pure light of life is the light from your dreams
life leads them there,
the travelers four.

did you teach me wonder, did you teach me the faeriesong?
did you teach me to hold asunder, these winged visions of dawn?

evening descends on the sleepless and weary
nights falls upon the travelers four
one for the earth and things that there grow
one for the music of waters flow
one for the fires genius, raging without a care
one for the freedom of the air
four for the curves of a star in circles unity
each one free and so may you be
follow the road stretching lonely for miles
stops at the base of a tree.
great narrow tree, ancient, silver, and weary
light shining forth from its core
pure light of life is the light from your dreams
life leads them there,
the travelers four.

did you teach me wonder, did you teach me the faeriesong?
did you teach me to hold asunder, these winged visions of dawn?

raise your starry head, hear is the faceless dancer
it is you and so may you be
raise your starry head to the growing of the tree
bow your starry head but believe
raise your starry head as a flower to the moon
bow your starry but believe

did you teach me wonder, did you teach me the faeriesong?
did you teach me to hold asunder, these winged visions of dawn?

the ballad of babe and the devil

little babe climbed on up to the devil by the well
saw the brick, saw the fire, saw the pyre, saw his hell
said the devil you are late, your brother has been slain
said the babe when at the top, the climb is not in vain
shall we sing?

lucifer he smiled, for a war was in his palm
with a breath wrought with ice, he spat into the calm
now at noon, spoke the beast, i will lay this mountain down
and for all those who wronged me, i will lay them in the ground
shall we ride?

i fear you not, cried the babe, there is nothing you can do
to my good and gorgeous soul if you run me through and through.
a challenge Satan saw, and he raised his spear in jest
take this blade, beauty babe, give your life up for the west
shall we dance?

beauty stood to tango with the devil on the hill
but with cold steel in hand, he knew not who to kill
everything around him seemed to echo what was true
the devil owned the earth and he owned his beauty too
shall we die?

a doomsayer's waltz

i don't want to say that you are wrong
but i have had the same song all along
i have been waiting and
i have been changing and
i have been sitting and
i have been listening and you are wrong
as they come!
as they come!

i was fast to cast those shackles down
there they are at my feet on the ground
here we are all suffering
from hands that do nothing,
while all souls are sobbing.
some have been caught jumping in the river,
naked and frail.
naked and frail.

i have strove in anger with straight lies
the flood cannot be stifled, not this time
your fucking with your nothing
with your hands that do nothing
yet dreaming of something
some people are still singing their song
as they are!
as they are!
where i am the wolf child and you are the man child
and i am asleep while you're raping my love.

flag day

when the wind blows, and you feel cold
warm your hands on the fire
when your grief shows, through your old funeral clothes
warm your heart on the pyre

in the new world, there's no boys and girls
only men and women wrenched from a womb.
as the old leaves curled, their great flags unfurled
declaring and protesting there's no room.

one more time for the ones who fell behind
and out of life.
who gave it up to the skeletal old women in the sky
bye, bye bye.
tell me almighty mother,
what is it to have your faith?

fall down

fall down, fall down!
forsake me, forsake me now! now!
your love reigning down!
down!
in my heart!
reigning now!
now fall, fall on!
down!
down!

them

when the last flower folds,
and our hearts are blue with mold
o' who will be so bold
as to stop and notice this?

if you burn this town and the next,
and drown the stores and politicians in piss
o' when that is done
i will jump in after them.