TRUE LOVE ON THREE WITH FEELING

Hide me in your hair  ‘cause I can’t bear to go out there and face the world

Hide me in your room behind the broom, I’ll make some room and I won’t care

Let’s not get the phone, nor the door, nor watch the evening news no more

Let’s bury our heads beneath bed spreads, lets fake our deaths and build a fort.

True love on three with feeling, give me true love on three

True love on three with feeling give me true love on three

Things outside this room, they spell my doom and will consume my very heart,

Voices in the hall will start to call and cast  a pall upon my heart

Is it really me you want or just a room to haunt and hide away?

Sorry dear, can’t hear you, pull me near you, keep the fearful things at bay.

True love on three with feeling, give me true love on three

True love on three with feeling, give me true love on three }x2

WE DREAMT OF HOUSES

When we were young, we dreamt of houses

Took Madonna whores as spouses

Storied halls, our portraits hung

When we were young

When we were young youth promised houses

Walk in closets full of blouses

On our shoulders furs were slung

When we were young

When we were young, we wasted chances

Could afford ignored advances

Stole our honey and got stung

When we were young

But ‘lo the danger left our looks

We’re butterflies just pressed in books

But ‘lo I’ve lost my ideology

My every gesture now an apology

And as an axe will hit the tree and the bark upon it splinter

So ill prepared were we for the coming of this winter

My dream of houses it has died,

It costs so much to live inside

And now my dreams are in extremes

They’re in between the lottery and suicide.

When we were young, our hearts were full

Our hearts were wild and durable

Our dream of houses so far flung

When we were young, when we were young

When we were young, when we were young

I HURT THE ONES THAT LOVE ME

I got no friends as I have lost them

Down the steepest ridges I have tossed them

I burned our bridges as we crossed them

I got no friends now I have lost them

I’ve been an angry baby all of my life

I’ve sharpened my tongue just like a knife

I have anger fantasies all night

They keep the angry baby from sleeping right.

I hurt the ones that love me ‘cause you don’t, you don’t, you don’t

They look at me and seem to see complexity you won’t

I hurt the ones that love me ‘cause you don’t, you don’t, you don’t

No one can hurt you like your friends

Let down your guard and they’ll get in

Their ammunition never ends

No one can hurt you like your friends

I got no friends as I have lost them

Down the steepest ridges I have tossed them

I burned our bridges while we crossed them

I got no friends now I have lost them

I hurt the ones that love me ‘cause you don’t, you don’t, you don’t

They look at me and seem to see complexity you won’t

I hurt  the ones that love me ‘cause you don’t you don’t you don’t’

Fear and anger baby is what I got, fear and anger baby is all I got

Fear and anger baby is what I got, fear and anger baby is all I got

YOUTH IS A WAR

Brace yourself son, there were complications

We had to remove your heart

Growing older is repairing damages

Accepting failure

A series of slaps in the face

So poor, poor everyone

Been done to and you’ve done

Your pain and sadness

Is boring and common place

Brace yourself son, there were complications

We had to remove your heart

This isn’t life as I imagined

I’m on the periphery of the pageant

Eyeing the boy who got the lead

I play the hind end of the steed

This isn’t life as I imagined

All at once, from all fronts, these (guns?)

All at once, from all fronts, theses (guns?)

Youth is a war, I’ve the scars now to prove it

A heart that’s so sore, that it hurts when I move it

For some of us here, our bad days are coming

For some of us here, our bad days have been

They march through my square

With their anthems a’drumming

Youth was a war that I didn’t win

MINI SKIRT OF CHRISTMAS LIGHTS

Its better to rule Hollywood than to serve in Heaven

Waiting around for your bread to leaven

We left a trail of headless Barbie dolls and

Leg hold traps in all the malls

We decked the halls, we decked the halls

An agent from the chasm calls, she’s penitent in bathroom stalls,

Her head shot hung on Babels walls, her tight rope walk across the falls

Across the falls

Babies so sweet,

Offered up to the troll

If you take out clay feet,

Then the gold head will roll

Girl, pick up your sling

Take out its great eye

That shimmering thing

It has poison inside

Let go of its tail girl

While its still asleep

You’re inside the whale girl

And no one can hear you weep

This night unlike all other nights holds signs and wonders mine tonight

A map to find a holy star tonight, I know true love goes blonde tonight

I happily go blind tonight, outshined and out divined tonight

The lambs get laid by lions tonight, the paltry are enshrined tonight

I take all sacramental rites beneath a mini skirt of Christmas lights

A mini skirt of x-mas lights, a mini skirt of x-mas lights

A mini-skirt of x-mas lights, a mini-skirt of x-mas lights

DANDELION

You’re prettier than them Dandelion,

You’re prettier than them Dandelion,

Dandelion, Dandelion, Dandelion

You’re prettier than them Dandelion

Lift up your, lift up your head

Its your sun its your sun too.

Lift up your, lift up your head

Its your blue sky, your blue sky too

The feet that have trampled you

And the bees that have sampled you

You’re stronger than they ever knew

You’re prettier than them Dandelion,

You’re prettier than them, Dandelion,

Dandelion, Dandelion, Dandelion,

You’re prettier than them Dandelion

Before long there will come a day

When all that is golden is grey

Before long there will come a day

When you will be carried away

But all that you’ve touched

Will be given so much

New beauty wherever you lay

You’re prettier than them Dandelion, You’re prettier than them Dandelion

Dandelion, Dandelion, Dandelion, You’re prettier than them Dandelion

Oh, the poor rose Dandelion

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