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Deep Ocean, Vast Sea
Shy
Crystal Wrists
Marlene Deitrich's Favorite Poem
Seven Veils
The Line Between the Devil's Teeth
(and that which cannot be repeat)
Cuts You Up
A Strange Kind of Love
Roll Call
 

Deep Ocean, Vast Sea      (to top)

Deep ocean. Vast sea
Deep ocean. Vast sea

Your ocean heart, clothed in respect and sweet caress my uneasy mind
You dip and you swell, float and you find and sweet caress my uneasy mind

Deep ocean. Vast sea
Deep ocean. Vast sea... that's me

Imagine a set of steps easily climbed to the power of pride, the plastic of mind...
Where there lies a table... the table stands for the power of success, respect on the sign.
Intelligence so cold. A heart like glass from the surface to deep
You wave then you dive like the heart and the sun
You wave and you dive. You hold me so cold. You wave and you dive

Deep ocean. Vast sea
Deep ocean. Vast sea... that's deep

You're clothed in respect. You smell of sweet caress. Dip and swell
Beyond the power fo fists, your ocean heart healing uneasy minds
And I wanna dive in with you, clinging to the rock, I'm waiting

Deep ocean. Vast sea
Deep ocean. Vast sea... that's deep

Your heart is hard. You think your legs hurt. You smell of aching sweet success
Your head's a supernova and you would like anything to stop the pain from your finger screaming
There you stand, naked in the sun without leather
Whose pain you think you need, but all you need to do is undress, let go and wash

Take the steps to the other side. Up-turned razors the air is thick with karma
The sutra of a way down. Listen boy, it's a long way down... down to heaven's gate
To heaven gate the steps the steps to the tower of pride
The devil lied. Dive up to the highest point, where our lives are saved
Where all the lives on the table stand
Power and success respect and climb the steps

Shy      (to top)

One day you will be the one
to say I'm sick of empty fun
It means if your faith is strong
it means you are no longer astray...
See I see all the light It comes straight from the sun
And I want to get near so I can be clear

Soon I will merge with the one
Soon I will be with the love
One day when the lights turn green
There is no time... this love I thirst

Don't get shy, don't get caught with the world and its thoughts
I'm not asking for worship or lazy sleazy thoughts

Soon I will merge with the one
Soon I will be with the lvoe
One day when the light turns green
There is no time... this love I thirst

Don't get shy, don't get caught with the world and its thoughts
I'm not asking for worship or lazy sleazy thoughts

(The Sister of Sleep)
He was thought of as strange... a good looking man
And shallow eyes like two hidden from view and empty puddles of hue
His views on death spread like two anecdotal tales
Although he, reclining, declining, to disclose in public...
These opinions in public; the tales held the key

Death is the surname of sleep, but the surname unknown to us
Sleep is the daily end of life; a small exercise in death
Which is it's sister, but not every brother and sister are equally close,
Giving to the enemy a small exercise in submission
And holding onto nothing

He was thought of as strange... a good looking man
And shallow eyes like two hidden from view and empty puddles of hue
His views on death...


One day you will be the one
to say I'm sick of empty fun
It means if your faith is strong
it means you are no longer astray...
See I see all the light It comes straight from the sun
And I want to get near so I can be clear

Don't get shy, don't get caught with the world and its thoughts
I'm not asking for worship or lazy sleazy thoughts


Crystal Wrists      (to top)

I can't see the light. I'm thrown in disgust
They speak of feats... the housed forever
A howling wind changed my course
It blew me out of bounds so sore
All the walls, all the walls that bound me
Descending bleak and put upon

I chew my cheeks to wake up from
The vase grows bigger to my eyes
These eyes that snigger and despise
The wall grows taller up to doom

Shoes in my room, thrown in disgust
At how I fall to my worst
Of course you say you don't understand
Your words, your fiction, your crooked hands

But clearly now, I tell you man
That all I say Is all I can
For I am nothing but my sin
Until I learn to caste them in

While young girls fangs and crystal wrists
Wait patiently for me to twist
I look away to distant rains
To water falls and honey days
And boys in black and blue rinse eyes
Gaze whistly at my slender thighs

I twist a shade to my right
And spit at beelzebub on sight
And go on loving all I see
For here I live on patiently
Clearly now, I tell you man
That all I say Is all I can
For I am nothing but my sin
Until I learn to caste them in


Marlene Dietrich's Favourite Poem      (to top)

My mother loved it so she said
Sad eyed pearl and drop lips
Glancing pierce through writer man
Spoke hushed and frailing hips
Her old eyes skim in creasing lids
A tear falls as she describes
Approaching death with a yearning heart
With pride and no despise

Hot tears flow as she recounts
Her favourite worded token
Forgive me please for hurting so
Don't go away heartbroken no
Don't go away heartbroken no

Just wise owl tones no velvet lies
Crush her velvet call
Oh Marlene suffer all the fools
Who write you on the wall
And hold your tongue about your life
Or dead hands will change the plot
Will make your loving sound like snakes
Like you were never hot

Hot tears flow as she recounts
Her favourite worded token
Forgive me please for hurting so

My mother loved it so she said
Sad eyed pearl and drop lips yeah
Glancing pierce through writer man
Spoke hushed and frailing lips yeah
Old eyes skim in creasing lids
A tear falls as she describes
Approaching death with a yearning heart
With pride and no despise

Hot tears flow as she recounts
Her favourite worded token
Forgive me please for hurting so
(Repeat to improvise)

Seven Veils      (to top)

The day grows older.
The moon appears in a mirror
A fire side mirror
A distant walker
Hears the words
Do do good deeds
So you feel ok
The moon and the sun
Partners in light
Separating reflecting one light
Hearing this confusion wanes
No need to ask for wealth
Or one thing more now

And the night
Feels the same
As a cool hot summers climb
With the voice
Comes no shame
As the walker walks the line
The day grows older
The moon appears
Reflecting on his heart
Heavy weighed and pierced
The walker looks at his days
Bad deeds gone by
For which he must pay
The moon and the sun
Partners in light
Separating reflecting one light
Hearing this confusion wanes
Another image hits
The seven veils of mind

But the night
Feels the same
As a cool hot summers climb
With the voice comes no shame
As the walker hunts the line

The Line Between the Devil's Teeth      (to top)
(And That Which Cannot Be Repeat)

A white light blazing deep
Through the wasteland searching we
Soaring birds now hunt the brow
As thirsty gripped with hunger now
Clear sighted painful ends to win
The battle of the me so wafer thin
The line between the devil's teeth
And that which cannot be repeat

Push me in take me t'ward
The subject in the subject taught
A war without a war within
Join head and heart for to begin
Bemused we flinch no easy work
For invited me are loath to shirk
The line between the devil's teeth
And that which cannot be repeat

War Work
War Work
War Work

Hey man, how will you feel
When all you have and all you own
Is your only true friend
When above you in the firmament
Flow the blood of the prophets
Out of your reach
From your aching speech

Cuts You Up      (to top)

I find you in the morning... after dreams of distant signs
You pour yourself over me like the sun through the blinds
You lift me up and get me out
Keep me walking but never shout
"Hold the secret close", I hear you say

You know the way it throws about.
It takes you in and spits you out
It spits you out when you desire
to conquer it, to feel you're higher
To follow it you must be clean,
with mistakes that you do mean
Move the heart, switch the pace
Look for what seems out of place

Yeah on and on it goes, calling like a distant wind
Through the zero hour we'll walk... cut the thick and break the thin
No sound to break, no moment clear
when all the doubts are crystal clear
Crashing hard into the secret wind

You know the way it twists and turns
Changing colour, spinning yarns
You know the way it leaves you dry
It cuts you up, it takes you high
You know the way it's painted gold
Is it honey? Is it gold?
You know the way it throws about.
It takes you in and spits you out
It spits you out when you desire
to conquer it, to feel you're higher
To follow it you must be clean,
with mistakes that you do mean
Move the heart, switch the pace
Look for what seems out of place

And now I find the special kind
You, yourself, like sun through blinds
You lift me up and get me out
Keep me walking but never shout
It's okay... it goes this way
The line is thin, it twists away
Cuts you up, It throws about
Keep me walking, but never shout.



A Strange Kind of Love      (to top)

A strange kind of love
A strange kind of feeling
Swims through your eyes
And like the doors
To a wide vast dominion
They open to your prize

This is no terror ground
Or place for the rage
No broken hearts
White wash lies
Just a taste for the truth
Perfect taste choice and meaning
A look into your eyes

Blind to the gemstone alone
A smile from a frown circles round
Should he stay or should he go
Let him shout a rage so strong
A rage that knows no right or wrong
And take a little piece of you

There is no middle ground
Or that's how it seems
For us to walk or to take
Instead we tumble down
Either side left or right
To love or to hate

Roll Call      (to top)

On a long and winding grey paved street
Your breath the only friend
Chattering others surrounding you
You're going out again
It's a laugh and a gas new crowd
You tell yourself
While buttoning up a new red shirt
It's been a twenty years of doing this
Just the same night into night
Day into day
with your preset mind

Wake up with a preset mind
With no self control
And you decide to call the Roll Call
Of the socialites who mortified
Can't see as far as their next surprise
Yah, happy with nothing but the sweet F.A. of the night
Believing that they're alive and well
But if asked
They have nothing to tell
Except the words of a clashing rhyme
I'll calmed and out of sync
Even real sounds like a zero
To a brain in lip sync
Roll'

On a long and winding grey paved street
Your breath the only friend
Chattering others surrounding you
You're going out again
It's a laugh and a gas new crowd
You tell yourself
While buttoning up a new red shirt
It's been a twenty years of doing this
Just the same night into night
Day into day
Forget your preset mind
Roll to the end