It Was 20 Years Ago Today…….
It was actually 20years ago this summer that I got my Tascam 4- Track tape deck and recorded my first tape “Digging Up The Bones”. If you want to hear it as well as my other tapes recorded in my basement just click on to the right here under my Basement Tapes Categories. And don’t forget to turn up the VOLUME!!!!!!
Electricity
Somewhere a circuit has been broken
the signal isn’t very clear
transmission lines are ever fading
the message lost as you come near
i don’t think that you’re receiving
there’s only static in the air
mayday calling can you hear me
the message fades as you draw near
Electricity
there’s a fire burning somewhere
short circuit out of control
the message fades as you turn away
silence on my radio
Break Down
She said why don’t you come near
i said what are you doing here
she said come on take my hand
i said i just don’t understand
you’ll break me down just go away
you’ll break me down don’t want to stay
you’ll break me down don’t ask today
you’ll break me down just go away
she said what happened to your eyes
i said get out of my eyes
she said i just don’t understand
i said let go of my hand
you’ll break me down just go away
you’ll break me down don’t want to stay
you’ll break me down don’t ask today
you’ll break me down just go away
Wake Me
I look at you and wonder
where’d you get those eyes
your hands inside your pockets
you slip into the lie
you say now that you love me
you want to be like me
i look into the mirrors
but all that i can see
i’m no demon i’m no snake
an angel fallen here i break
wake me up
wake me
i can see your silhouette
the broken promise you forget
you say that it was meant to be
i realize you don’t care bout me
give me back my cigarettes
give me back my dreams
let me dance here on your bed
statues cold and mean
i’m no demon i’m no snake
an angel fallen here i break
wake me up
wake me
The Soft Touch
A glimpse
for just the moment
always without warning
an exchange of words
then the touch withdrawn
until the silence of remembering
forces the eyes to return.
Butterfly Cages
Who breaks a butterfly
that lands in their hands
a cage covered tight
as you peer between fingers
must you pull off it’s wings
to examine it’s colours
or will you let it fly free
to dance patterns in air
for to see it’s real beauty
you have to let go
The Promise
If i promised not to love you
would you let me hold your hand
if i promised not to touch you
would you let me feel your heart
if i promised not to care for you
would you see me in the shadows
if i promised not to move you
would you feel me in the dark
if i promised not to speak for you
would you listen to my fingers
if i promised not to whisper
would you breathe upon my skin
if i promised not to bleed for you
would you lay upon my wounds
if i promised not to pray for you
would you kiss away my sins
if i promised not to need you
would you let me be your silence
if i promised not to break you
would you speak to me in tongues
if i promised not to fall for you
would you let me in your darkness
if i promised not to stay with you
would you love me once i’m gone
In Your Silence
In your silence i remember
the comfort of your illusions
that guard against the mornings
that wait outside your doors
to be enclosed in this confusion
where whispers come out slowly
words mistaken but not spoken
nights broken on the floor
where carpets are forgotten
in the darkness i’m still falling
in your silence i surrender
as i wait for you once more
When Fingers Kiss
A voice
suspended
in the air
the static
of waiting
as pictures
offer promises
of the possibilities
that hands might
finally touch
as fingers kiss
and i finally
touch you
with my eyes
When You Lose Your Mojo
Within this silence
boundaries form
as words become walls
in defense against wounds
unspoken and unimagined
as whispers shatter
leaving only graffiti
written on the soul
Tear Drops In The Snow
Walking through the autumn fall
i thought i heard your whisper call
the beauty hiding here within the night
bedtime tales and nursery rhymes
another chance another time
and winter always seems to make you cry
words are played and then they fade
a feeling lost in masquerades
the hand that reaches out and then slips by
you share your tears with strangers near
another voice but you’re not here
and winter always seems to make you cry
the heart that’s waiting here within
the ghost that lays beneath your skin
the silence left hiding in your eyes
and in the night your darkness reigns
a broken thought alone again
and winter always seems to make you cry
2010
Drowning In Air
Did you see me there
drowning in air
unable to move
or speak
words turn
to concrete
falling on
your floor
desperate
for breath
waiting for
your hand to
pick them up
or sweep them
out your door
The Silent Hand
The irony of a dream
to finally hold her hand
yet to never know
what it feels like
to have her soul
embraced in yours
fingers wrapped
tightly in silence
like a glove
around the heart
always knowing
that she’s there
but to never
feel her touch
The Accidental Memory
The hand remembers
what the heart has lost
a skeletal frame of memory
an image that forms
upon the touch
a forgotten breath
that whispers
believe again
in softness
and the promises
of winter
though there might
never be a spring
