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CANOE
Can anybody here me?
Does every loser feel this way?
Have you already won?
Recognize your reckoning
Contemplate your grave mistakes
Have we already won? (Repeat)
5 A.M. is far too early
To feel that you are way too late
The day is already done (repeat)
Solar shoes migrate toward the last black rain
Execute the hills and valleys little train, train, train
Can anybody here me?
Does every story end this way?
Have we already won? (Repeat)
I am not monotony
I am one anomaly

GOING FOR THE BRONZE
I’m taking it slow, keeping the pace
I’m only looking to place
Never a loss, never a win
Bronze metals hangin’ from my bed
I’m running the gray matter laps
Outta my mind on the outer track
If I don’t feel someone else will
It’s all downhill from here
On my own
Running out the one man marathon
Going for the bronze, bronze, bronze
Taken my licks, getting my stripes
Everything in life comes with a price
By a thread stay alive
Make it happen in a third rate stride for the
Runner up, runner up, runner up prize
I’ll take what I can get at the finish line
Drafting the pack in the blind
All thoroughbreds in their prime
Bound to show
Running down this lonely road
Forgoing the gold
I’m going, going, going for the bronze
I know there could be nothing more than this
As there all pushing their limits
I am left wondering what I missed
‘Cause they all seem trapped
Hopelessly fighting over scraps
But I won’t miss them when they’re gone (repeat)
On my own
Running out the one man  marathon
Going for the bronze, bronze, bronze

OKAY
The most jaded handle damage control
But I resigned before your funeral
It seems like every time I interfere
Good intentions lead to graves and tears
But I’m alright, I’m O.K.
Words you said to me so many days
I’m alright, I’m O.K., I’m O.K. Hey
Listen Man, I’m talking to myself
As crazy as it sounds I think it helps
I don’t believe in afterlife at all
I have no faith the soul will carry on, you’re gone
But I’m alright, I’m O.K.
I can paraphrase an old cliche’
I’m alright, I’m O.K., I’m O.K. Hey
Where is my crutch, Where is my inner overhaul
The return to my distressed call
It’s ringing for them all (repeat)
Listen, I can’t do this anymore
Detour the self-absorbed from the morgue
Listen man you were my only hope
There are no saving graces and no miracles
But I’m alright, I’m O.K.
I can paraphrase a million ways
I’m alright, I’m O.K. Hey
Hey

MONTREAL
One blue room with a view, shelter on a winter’s day
For years to come fellowship, fortitude, why would you stay?
When you are bold and beautiful
Never trust a hotel clock
Share your truth with those you love
But not so much because nothing last
Still I confide in you
Oh Montreal
My Montreal (repeat)
My home away from home
Searching through the remnants ratified
Souvenirs are scars that qualify
Mostly bad mementos stay with you
Save a few, exceptional
Oh Montreal
My Montreal (repeat)
It’s been too long
Pack my best badge of truth, by the skies I’ll travel light
With less than I use to bring, same old memoirs I will sing
‘Cause they’re all I have and this one’s for them

THIS IS THEIR NIGHT
Well they march with painted faces
Rusty axes glow
The persecuted masses
Toting their Faygo
Unity and Family, Children of the corn
This is their night
Shirtless, Wicked Clown love
A ninja gathering
Brass Knuckles and Bitch-beaters
Neden on the scene
Hatchet-man necklaces
swinging for their rights
Their plight
This is their night
In non-convention they will drop out in the dark
The world against them, it fuels their broken hearts
Denying science, defying written word
They fight
This is their night
Braided, branded, nicknamed, he just a jugglo
A psychopathic maniac In this dark carnival
Singing Whoop, Whoop, Alo, Alo
Screaming in the night
Alright
This is their night
Alo,Alo, Alo…

UNIFORM
This is a desperate call
This is the plan to save us all
And we don’t care how that makes you feel (repeat)
This is a slipshod plan
This is a way to feel again
And we don’t care how it makes us look (repeat)
The weight of the world is new
The red skies that once were blue
Reminding you
When it all goes down
You will be in a cow-town
I will be waiting
Somewhere in some quiet countdown
Listen close, this is the sound
This is a faint design
This is the one to follow blind
And you don’t wanna think it through (repeat)
This is a faulty plan
This is a war without an end
Keep your children in uniform (repeat)
When it all falls down
They will be in cow-town
You will be waiting
Somewhere in some penitent countdown
What comes around goes around
The weight of the world is new
The flower of doubt it blooms
The death of all that’s true alive in you

IT’S ALWAYS SUNNY
It’s always sunny in Saulsalito (repeat)
It’s always sunny up there, where the awful-normals live
Accommodative but uncreative, white entitlement
And it’s not for the greener grass, That grove is in our past
This city may be unsurpassed but it’s always sunny lets go
This is our darkest year losing one so pure of heart
Lost in the fog, life escapes us, haven falls apart
But It’s always sunny in Saulsalito
It’s always sunny up there
Warm indifference grows
And it’s not for the greener grass (repeat)
Landscape craftsman paint by numbers
But it’s always sunny lets go
Cold, damp and grey summer’s day
The city
It’s not for the greener grass (repeat)
This city may be unsurpassed but
It’s always sunny (repeat)
It’s always sunny lets go
It’s always sunny up there (repeat)
Lets go!
It’s never sunny in San Francisco (repeat)

WHO WE’VE BECOME
I don’t like watching train wrecks
Entranced by fallen stars
They are only needed when they fall apart
Our life without scandal is nearly all routine
But one thing I can count on, waiting at home for me
And I can see we aren’t that young
But I like who we’ve become
I don’t like feeling frail
When I first wake up
I don’t like feeling aches and pains
Whenever I’m not drunk
I guess I’ll never really quit smoking cigarettes
I guess I rarely sleep enough or exercise to stay fit
And I don’t know how long I’ll live
But I enjoy every minute with you
Because I like who we’ve become
Everyone finds someone
Baby I found you
Everyone finds someone
Maybe I found you
I don’t like when it’s overcast
I don’t like when it rains
I don’t like when I miss you like the light on gloomy days
I don’t to get angry and drive old friends away
I wish she could forgive me for sayin’ what I said
At least I know we still share a bed
And I know where I’ll rest my head tonight
It’s just a fight and then it’s done
I still love who we’ve become

THE GREATEST GENERATION
I see it in her eyes, a former life, a trace of love
I see it in his face, the world’s embrace he used to trust
‘Cause virtue is a scape that slides away in stimulus
and everybody breaks when their world is meaningless
But today we celebrate the spoiled ingrate
No one is great in my generation
Log-in, blog, update and translate our history
Feeding search engines, the gatekeepers unofficially
Learn and then forget, then learn again, ten year intervals
It must be hard for them to see their heirs repeat the role
But today we worship fools and medicate
No one is great in my generation
My Generation
There’s no one (repeat)
That isn’t corrupt

THE FISH ROTS FROM THE HEADCASE DOWN
I was once aboard that pirate ship
With tales of angst and insolence
They stole all but my integrity
But my muses live forever in a line of casualties
And the captain has a body count
The fish rots from the head-case down
We were all the less for losing teeth
If our journey stood for nothin’
But the whims of piracy
They call down the plague
And call it a karmic disease
We call ourselves cursed men
Posing as Libertines
So here you are
Not far from where we started
You wrote the darkest book
As you departed
So drink to the bottom one last time my friends
Tonight
When I think about our legacy
Swimming shark infested seas
I would gladly crawl under that rock
To miss the next whatever
And you would be gone forever
But we wouldn’t be gone for good

I’M NOT GONNA SAVE YOU
When the bottom comes, will you come back?
What’s the worst thing that could happen here? (repeat)
When the bottom comes how will you react?
When the meaning once behind your smile,
When the meaning once behind your eyes is gone
On the train with self respect
Here’s a sermon for next Sunday
We don’t wanna lose you, we’re not gonna save you
Design like a ticking time bomb
You were young, unsung, undeterred, unheard
Anyone can kill a mockingbird
Here’s a soundtrack for your spiral
Your late bloom crescendo
Here’s a soundtrack for your spiral
It’s all cliche’ so…
Here’s a sermon for next Sunday
It’s all you are… one more
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
I am your champion
I don’t wanna to lose you, I’m not gonna to save you (repeat)

A SONG FOR THE MISSING
Tell me, can you remember?
Tell me where you come from
All I know is I’m writing a song for the missing
See familiar in family, feel purpose and trust
I don’t recall building trauma walls or drug concuss
All the way home (repeat)
Digging for the one rose bud
Staggering on short roots
Backing life like a backpack of photographed youth
And the series of images, In no particular order
I’ll never connect or puzzle out this story-board
All the way home (repeat)
Remember (repeat)
How’s this beginning? Better living If you forgive
When you say give, then I’ll say give

We’re Not In Love Anymore
At three in the morning we are in mourning
Hallucinations end in collision
Drug induced visions end in collision
Casualties again
Yeah we’re faux pacifist
Former conservationist
Once we were here to be sane
Now everyone’s insane
We’re not in love, we’re not in love anymore
Now we’re just passing thru the door
No one here wants more
We’re not in love, we’re not in love anymore
Somewhere we passed out on the floor
Forgetting where and what we’ve seen worth saving
At three in the morning I begin to mourn the sovereign
Yeah we still have a song
It’s about a mile long
I used to know that tune
I used to play it for you
But we’re not in love, we’re not in love anymore
No longer running thru the door
No one here wants more
We’re not in love, we’re not in love anymore
Yeah, I’m just passed out on the floor
Forgetting where and what I’ve seen worth saving
At three in the morning I begin to find myself again
At three in the morning I am in mourning
Hallucinations end

The Ramones Are Dead
I can listen to the records from my younger years
Pacify my bitter ears and revive the dead dinosaurs
Me and Jamo rode two buses bound for Rockpile
Sure to find a rarity and something to believe
But I can’t listen to them now without mourning a small town
And the mom and pops I loved
Once were missionary men
We age into obscurity with them
The Ramones are dead
You could judge a band by the cover flipping thru the bins
Assured enough to take spin
The art and lyrics big enough to see and read
Pull the record from it’s sleeve
Spear the cut hole, Arm and speed
Plunge the needle, shaking like a drug fiend
Now relevant again somehow
Reanimated sacred cow
But it all seems different now
It’s far too easy to find anything in demand
I’ll say it once again
The Ramones are dead

No Little Pill
I thought the west was won but
Seems I had just begun to
Lose all ideals I once knew
Mountains and transmutation
Anxious anticipation
These sodden skies and burning views
Short goals and grim objectives
Soon rising seas will take our homes
Benchmarks and sure salvation
Creation and temptation
Black lungs sing virtuous hate songs
Antibiotics and disinfectants
Germa-phobes for stronger infection
Androids on steroids love tabloids
Power mad mass corruption
Blood money changes everyone
We went to this school together
These minds will kill forever
Think about it, think about it
The world describes you
Hey, think about it, think about it all
You Should be depressed
No little pill should make any difference
People for atto seconds
Bow to the idiocracy
Media spun reality
Nightmares most every shuteye
Still they won’t see what they have done
Still we won’t see what we have done
Expecting endless surplus
Soon there’ll be nothing left to waste
Racing from dogma to distrust
Soon they will scream “God Save Us”
Hey, think about it, think about it all
The world describes you
Hey, think about it, think about it
You Should be anxious
And no little pill should make any difference
Children born uncorrupted
Will see a forest for the trees
Then watch us burn it to the ground

Memoirs And Landmines

All that I know… things are going slow
And we can not forego life on death row
And I’ll miss you
Hail to my chief, abusing his control
He will never weap
He lost his soul to his ego
All that we’ve faced slowly being erased
These memoirs have no dates
It seems like such a waste
Memoirs and Landmines, I remember where I’m from
Still fresh in my mind, I remember where I’m from
So you sit in a fire tonight
Revolution without music, music without life
And away you go
Goodbye
Degenerated sound bites echo to the end of  this meaningless life
I remember where I’m from
Unworthy teachers, I remember where I’m from
Cartoons and Creatures, I remember where I’m from
All that I know
Slowly being erased
These memoirs have dates
It seems like such a waste

Home

All I want to follow thru
Pattern-less cell tissue
Hit the switch
Light your long way home
All I Want, to find your child
You and her reconciled
Make you smile
Light your long way home
All I want, time for you
Simple things that you pursue
Fill the void
Light your long way home
Cause you are my becon
You are my therapy, my loneliness interrupted
And I have rarely favored your needs home
My one true find you life
Who you are, your birthright
It’s your time
The lights will line your way home
Can you see them?

Gun It No Don’t

Most the time it’s the rat race
On the road to find my face
I will always lose the mask
Tell the band to cart it back
Coming up from landscape lows
Coming home in dirty clothes
Pockets full of empty change
I will always rearrange them
There’s a hornets’ nest in my head
What am I supposed to do?
How am I to carry you?
Disappointment longs in my heart
Just to plant another seed
I will find a way to feed them
I rehearse this on the plane
Hydroplane in mourning rain
Barely fill your lights butane
Little sparks but fire’s wane
Most the time I’m a burn out
Juggling life from hand to mouth
I enact a show for you
Try will let it go for you
And the question burns thru my head
What am I supposed to do?
How am I to carry them thru?
It’s puzzle missing it’s parts
Half of life that seems short lived
Maybe all that I can give them
Coming up from landscape lows
Coming home in shotty clothes
I will simply have to change
I will always rearrange my face
Gun it, no don’t