December 9th, 2008 by admin
Tonight we drink to youth
And holding fast the truth
Don’t want to lose what I had as a boy
My heart still has a beat
But love is now a feat
As common as a cold day in L.A.
Sometimes when I’m alone I wonder
Is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing
Love hurts
But sometimes it’s a good hurt
And it feels like I’m alive
Love sings
When it transcends the bad things
Have a heart and try me
’cause without love I won’t survive
I’m fettered and abused
Stand naked and accused
Should I surface, this one-man submarine?
I only want the truth!
So tonight we drink to youth!
I’ll never lose what I had as a boy
Sometimes when I’m alone I wonder
Is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing?
Love hurts
But sometimes it’s a good hurt
And it feels like I’m alive
Love sings
When it transcends the bad things
Have a heart and try me
’cause without love I won’t survive
Without love I won’t survive
Love hurts
But sometimes it’s a good hurt
And it feels like I’m alive
Love sings
When it transcends the bad things
Have a heart and try me
’cause without love I won’t survive
Love hurts, ohhh-oh ohh
Love hurts
Without love I won’t survive
Love hurts la-la-la-la-la-la oh
Love hurts
Without love I won’t survive
December 9th, 2008 by admin
October 31st, 2008 by admin
April 14th, 2008 by admin
Better than watching Gellar bending silver spoons
Better than witnessing newborn nebulaes in bloom
She who sees from up high smiles and surely sings
Perspective pries your once weighty eyes and it gives you wings
I haven’t felt the way I feel today
In so long it’s hard for me to specify
I’m beginning to notice how much this feels
Like a waking limb, pins and needles, nice to know you
Goodbye, nice to know you
Goodbye, nice to know you
Deeper than the deepest Cousteau would ever go
And higher than the heights of what we often think we know
Blessed she who clearly sees the wood for the trees
To obtain a birds eye is to turn a blizzard to a breeze
I haven’t felt the way I feel today
In so long it’s hard for me to specify
I’m beginning to notice how much this feels
Like a waking limb, pins and needles, nice to know you
Goodbye, nice to know you
Goodbye, nice to know you
So could it be that it has been there all along?
April 14th, 2008 by admin
April 3rd, 2008 by admin
Tonight we drink to youth
And holding fast to truth
(I don’t want to lose what I had as a boy.)
My heart still has a beat
But love is now a feat.
(As common as a cold day in LA.)
Sometimes when I’m alone, I wonder
Is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing?
Love hurts…
But sometimes it’s a good hurt
And it feels like I’m alive.
Love sings,
When it transcends the bad things.
Have a heart and try me,
’cause without love I won’t survive.
I’m fettered and abused,
I stand naked and accused
(Should I surface this one man submarine?)
I only want the truth
So tonight we drink to youth!
(I’ll never lose what I had as a boy.)
Sometimes when I’m alone I wonder
Is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing?
Love hurts…
But sometimes it’s a good hurt
And it feels like I’m alive.
Love sings,
When it transcends the bad things.
Have a heart and try me,
’cause without love I won’t survive.
October 23rd, 2007 by admin
I dig my toes into the sand
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind
Pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment I am happy…happy
I wish you were here
I lay my head into the sand
The sky resembles a backlit canopy with holes punched in it
I’m counting UFO’s
I signal them with my lighter
And in this moment I am happy…happy
I wish you were here
The world’s a roller coaster and I am not strapped in
Maybe I should hold with care but my hands are busy in the air
October 23rd, 2007 by admin
October 17th, 2007 by admin
You and I are like oil and water
And we’ve been trying, trying trying
Ohhhh, to mix it up.
We’ve been dancing on a volcano
And we’ve been crying, crying, crying
Over blackened souls.
Babe, this wouldn’t be the first time,
it will not be the last time.
There is no parasol that would shelter this weather.
I been smiling with anchors on my shoulders
But I’ve been dying, dying, dying
Ohh, Ohh, Oh to let them go.
Babe, this wouldn’t be the first time,
it will not be the last time.
There is no parasol that would shelter this weather.
Babe, this wouldn’t be the first time,
it will not be the last time.
We were trying to believe that everything would get better.
We’ve been lying to each other
Hey! Babe! Let’s just call it what it is!
Oil and Water!
Oil and Water!
Oil and Water!
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