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The Famous Fable Maker

It was the flight of the famous fable maker
That changed my story’s life
That dropped me out into the world 
And showed me what its like 

But there’s so much to see inside this wilted quilt time 
Like an hidden Mayan Ruin, like a ruin in my mind 
That stands for udder loneliness
That stands for being blind

And I can see that something’s 
Not quite right
And I can see that something’s 
Took my eyes

And locked them up inside their darkened cage
Left to wonder, loose themselves inside their dusty maze
But there’s so much to seem inside this wilted quilt of time  
Like a hidden Mayan Ruin, that I ruined in my mind 
And it stands for a brother’s loneliness 
It stands still in time

And I can see that something’s 
Gone so wrong
And I can be that someone’s
Lovely song

But it was the flight of the famous fable maker
That lay my feet in stride 
That introduced me to that girl 
And made sure that we'd collide 

So we'd see each other's beauties there
Inside this wilted quilt of time
Where we sat and spoke of selfless dreams 
Where we sat and spoke our crimes
And wept against each other's soaking shoulders
As we wept and drank our wine

But I can see that she has
Lost her way
And I could see that there's
Nothing left to say

But in the morning we woke inside a daisy field
Out in the a place I've never been
That had a giant, dome-ish, hazy shield 
That seemed to protect everything
And kept this place in perfect view 
Kept it hanging on a string

And With my love in my heart 
And my heart in my hand
It's a brand new start 
In a brand new land

But I can see that something's
Different here
Intentionally beauty,
That’s been untouched for years.

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Challenge... Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind Tribute.

Ice covered ponds and snow covered beaches
Lost memories of Clemintine,
Rush back to me at once
As I listen to this tape...
Rewind, and listen again
It seems that she forgot me,
And I forgot her too
Like three boxes of puzzle pieces,
scattered out before me

Confusion has set in
In an attempt to rebuild,
Lost memories of Cleminitine
I wish I'd stayed
Now I wish I'd stayed
I wish I had done a lot of things
I walked out the door
There's no memory left
I wish I had kept,
Lost memories of Cleminitine
And "How happy is the blameless,
Vestal's lot,
The world forgetting, 
By the world forgot,
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind,
Each prayer accepted,
Each wish resigned."




(Last few lines pulled from Alexander Pope's "Eloisa to Abelard")

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Weeping Willow

I am the weeping willow
Inside your garden green
And I hope that you can hear me
Hear me as I scream
Into your bedroom window 
As you soundly sleep 
To that quiet thumping
Of your heart-beat

And I hope that I am with you 
To make your day feel bright
But I've gone and went so far away
To a place that won't feel right
Until I see your shining face
Shining out into the world 
Shining out to give me sight,
Because it seems so lonely here without you 
But you get me through the night
And into the morning 
Because I think you might, have
Dreamed of me last night
Dreamed I would be coming home 
To hold you close to me.

Now I miss you more than breathing
And I am writing you a song 
To help your patience wait for me 
To help you feel like you belong 
And your inside my long-lost heart.
Inside my long-lost song. 

Because I think you might, have
Dreamed of me, inside your garden green
Dreamed that I would sit and sing
In the right piano key 
To help you through your nights and days
To help you think of me.

Now that I have made it here 
I don't know why I'd ever leave
But then I'll think of how you'll smile 
When you finally see
This plan I have for the two of us 
This plan won't believe

So we'll bring along a camera
To capture of memories, 
To keep them deep inside hearts ,
To keep them in our dreams, 

And I am the weeping willow
As we float downstream
Like something from a movie
Or something from a dream.

I just want you to know that I care
That I think your perfect, 
And you'll see when we get there 
I'll bring that smile through
To see those bright eyes shine 
To see the real you.

I miss you 
And I don't think they understand
How I wish I was a child
And you my mother's hand 

And I am the weeping willow 
Inside your garden green 
That intrudes upon your loneliness
And intrudes upon your dreams

And I hope one day you'll love me 
Like a love I've never seen 
You'll intrude upon this loneliness
And intrude upon my dreams

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Space

I need someplace better to go. 
Like a poverty-stricken township. 
In a city made of gold. 
Where people trust and love each other. 
Where I would loose control. 
And scream my happy heart out. 
Like fallen warriors of old. 

And I'm making my way to this place. 
I'll bide my time and set my pace. 
To loose this spoiled human race. 
And let my free heart roam. 

And I've seen someplace better to hold. 
Like an Amazon rain forest. 
In a land that unfolds. 
And shows its povertized people. 
With hearts made of gold. 
Like people of few having a lot and most nothing. 
Not people like you smoking rock and still huffing. 
If it only meant something. 

I'm making my way to this place. 
To find a sign and then embrace. 
All the people there. 
Who call this space their own. 

So music makes your soul rollover. 
And it's something you can share. 
With a world that ran out of luck. 
Or that girl that doesn't care. 
Like a feeling locked inside a page. 
Of love, or life, or even rage. 
This music is despair. 

And I'm making my way to this place. 
Of waterfalls and open space. 
And leaving here without a trace. 
To help these people home. 

And Now I'll cry and release my soul. 
Over a glass of wine. 
For this music man who's simply slowly dyin’. 
And this man of rhytmatic drums. 
Lay in bed and slowly hums. 
A song of simple glowing suns. 
That draws him into them. 

I'm making my way to this place. 
Entering my saving grace. 
A simple sacred holy place. 
And die inside my home.

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Baby Boy

How I've lost my baby boy.
To a choir of selfish indulgence.
He's been lost inside a bowl.
A bowl of bloody senselessness.
And I watched him wave his fingers high.
Closed his eyes, and slowly died.
And I wept inside my very soul.

So will someone call an ambulance?
To bring my baby back.
For him to slowly wave at me.
For that feeling that I lack.

And my baby boy, I say again.
He's up in heaven, counting sins.
Waiting for that day and then. 
His daddy will come home. 
And sing his songs back to him.
In a tone that he won't believe.
In hopes he will forgive me.

So can someone see this reverence?
Inside my baby boy. 
That shines deep inside his eyes. 
That shines to show his joy.

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Someone Told Me

Someone told me 
Love takes a lifetime to build
Yearning in your soul to be fulfilled 

So wait with me 
And try your best
To wait and see
This treasure chest
Thats filled with riches 
To be unfurled

And thrown into this open ocean
Then we'll search 
The ocean floor 
To find in time 
There's something more 
Than what is first seen 

So search with me
From East to West
We'll search to be 
Our very best 
We'll be filled with riches 
And we'll be filled with pearls 
When we become a treasure chest 
To throw into the world

And we'll join our souls together
For a better cause 
To make each other better 
And to ignore each other's flaws 
To help someone who need our help 
To help the world and how it was 

And someone told me 
The city will take time to rebuild 
So I'll sit and stay and help the cause 
So my dreams will be fulfilled

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I Just Want You

I just want you
To lie with me
So I can tell you that I'm sorry 
Because these distant conversations 
Don't get my point across 
And for that moment when 
We just sat there 
It was the moment I felt lost
And the tears
They had to run down my face 
So I tried my best 
Not to let you know 
As I sat here beside you 
I can feel this feeling grow
This feeling that I love you 
More than you'll ever know

And I just want you 
To lie with me 
So I can whisper that I'm sorry
About all the thing I said 
Because I hope you can forgive me 
And I'll forgive you and forget 
How to ever say those things 
That I will never say again 
You know I never meant to hurt you 
The way that I did 

Now I just want you 
To sit and watch the sunset
Because I know our hearts are learning 
More and more each day
And I know that you are waiting 
To hear me, sing and face my fears
To release all of this loneliness 
That I have hidden all these years 
And wash away all of my insecurities 
They'll wash away with all the tears

Soon I will want you 
To lie next to me 
So I can softly say I'm sorry 
Because I know that I was wrong
And I'll hope you will forgive me and forget 
More and more as time goes on 
And today A will be able to tell you 
That I will love you on my death bed 
And into the great beyond 
That you stolen my heart away 
And it cannot be undone 
I'll be yours as long as you'll have me 
Inside your lonely soul 
And I'll whisper that I love you 
Until we're grey and old

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Icabod Crane

A dark night, with the moon piercing through its pitch darkness. 
Only the glares of pumping muscles covered in coarse black hair seem to move. 
The heart of a man, the man riding, pushing his dark, black mare with all the 
energy
that will come to it. 
It’s as if he’s running from his deepest nightmare. 
Never looking back, never thinking twice. 
Only galloping away from his fear. 
His eyes wide as crystal balls with the glare of one as tears begin to build. 
The sound of his pursuer right on his heels, he looks back. 
As the sweat flies from his face, he notices, he is alone, running from his own 
delusions.

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A Simply Fallen Angel

A simply fallen angel. 
Who ventured to far from home. 
She's been captured, bound, and stolen now.
Encased in precious stones.

She wept, slept and kept herself.
Away from worldly wrongs.
In a place of simple loneliness. 
A place of simple song. 

And Our simply fallen angel. 
Who just won't believe. 
I'm a lost ghostwell gathering. 
Or treasure tossed out to sea.
Fallen to a pirate band. 
Then recorded to CD. 
As a simple song of simple hopes. 
Of shining stars thought telescopes.
As hidden light behind the notes.
The music hides from man. 

But as light flies from gem to gem.
You'll hear her holy singing voice. 
And see her holy sin. 

But she has found beauty in this life yet.
As she heard a song and could not forget.
That man she met on Sixth Avenue. 
Who forgot the world and sung the truth.

And on the spawning dawn of judgment day.
You'll hear them in the wind. 
With their simple song of loneliness. 
And their simple song of sin.

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Creative Bandages

Be your own explorer and see for yourself. 
There's lessons in all the world. 
In each blade of grass, and each flower petal. 
Flying off the tail of your coat, 
Hiding creative bandages. 
Papers full of words of life. 
Packing out your dingy jacket.
And money is no object. 
Life is so short and is so briefly lived. 
That your out for living, trying to help,
And dying in the end. 
Because your dreams were larger 
Than yourself or even others. 
You tried to save the world. 
But it's flying off the tail of your coat. 
As your riding into the sunset, 
Hiding creative bandages.
Like papers floating in the sea. 
You sail away. As your journey lives on. 
On to the next person who needs our help. 
On to the next person who's soul is gone. 
Love is like the open ocean. 
Your a drop of water in it's hand. 
But someday, your journey, will end. 
You'll find some sort of resolution. 
Maybe, a pen in your hand. 
And finally, return home. 
You'll Leave the world, 
Flying off the tail of your coat. 
Hiding creative bandages. 
That you've kept threw land and sea. 
You've learned so much, throughout the years. 
So drop it out into the world. 
Your collection of creative bandages. 
You'll show for all of them to see. 
So Your journey may be said and done. 
But you'll always have your dreams. 
And those creative bandages. 
That you pray will save the world.