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Maybe I Could Run

There's a little man inside my head telling me its time I get a head                           Says that I've been missing the good things that life has to give                                         Better buckle down,  dress for success,                                                                                 get a Better  job behind a desk                                                                                            Time to stop your dreaming and find some secure little nest

Maybe its a fact that a poor boy is under the gun.........

                            but Maybe I could run

                                  Maybe I could Run                                                                                from the feeling that there's nowhere left to run

Look at all the cars passing me by ,                                                                               Windows full of kids , out for a ride ,                                                                        People with a mission in life and the courage to lie
God I'm all alone here on the fence,                                                                             First I'm turning right , then to the left ,                                                                            in camouflage they cage you with sweet smells of boundless success

                                  Maybe i could Run,   Maybe I could Run

                                  Maybe I could run   

from the feeling   that there's nowhere left to run

and I'll hide from what I must do and hope that it all gets done

Here within my humble home I can't relax my thoughts will roam,  I know Im here too much alone but danger waits outside I'm told and aren't we all just passing time  ?  you paint I write , we'll be denied  our choices . chance , achievement fate ,  awaiting judgement  (the part I hate . to risk , to try to fall and fail . Too Much too soon will be the nail , driven through this precious flesh , I hope I haven't said too much 'cause it can and will be used against any man who takes the test to find that there's no other side , there's only time until you die ......  could i be wrong to believe in the sun ? 

I'd rather run ,   I'd rather run,

Maybe i could Run, Maybe I could Run

Maybe I could run from the feeling that there's nowhere left to run

                                                                                                                        copyright 2009 Quazmo-Fate Publishing BMI

Single Mothers (are the Heroes of the Modern World)


This is a message to the children
                Of the Vanishing Man
Its time to live your life as free of all the hate you can

Somebody left you. But they left you in the loving arms
Of somebody you probably don’t appreciate at all

Single Mothers (are the Heroes of the Modern World)

She’s not a model or an actress or a big athlete
She’s winning races none of them could even quite compete

            It might get tough at times
            Wonderin how and why
            Scrapin up the pennies til payday

Single Mothers (are the Heroes of the Modern World)
       
                There is no big reward, academy awards
                Don’t get handed to the lady in the cheap dress

Single Mothers (are the Heroes of the Modern World)
                                                                                              
all lyrics copyright 2008 Quazmo-Fate Publishing BMI 

(in the dim light of) Flesh That’s Fading

perhaps good exists somewhere
in the snatch of a crack whore
fibers of my marlborro
on the glass of the new TV

as it beams down at me
the nightly superior

I know the answer’s
beyond me, above me, beside me
and yes, in me
waiting to be revealed

in the dim lights of flesh just fading

Somewhere back a long time ago
there was something that happened
out on that road
and i remember

it crosses my mind and it makes me divine
when i think about it

but i don’t know why it means so much
in the dim lights
its just flesh that’s fading

well there’s a hole in every hole
and rooms in which to fill it with
and brightly lit rooms of recovery
just waithing to have it
on the dark mahogany of brown profit

both work for a while
both have more
in the dimly lit flash fading
in the dimly lit flesh fading

both work for a while and then pass

in the dim lights of flesh just fading
in the dim lights of flesh thats gone
in the dim lights of flesh thats fading
                                                                               

                                                                                                             copyright 2008 Quazmo-Fate Publishing BMI

In the thick of it

Smoke-screen Limousine Show

Life in the Family

Cheap Fun

He came into this world in sixty five ,

to live his sixty years of normal life

a healthy child from very average means

doing only the most normal things

 

By law hew went to school when he was five

to be taught how to live a normal life

He sometimes took a look at life outside

but he was happy in his

 

skys are gray and work is suffering

nothing good is ever got for free

 

and the gray skys are always waiting

the factories and office never dies

one day the buildings will all tumble

to be built again in someone's normal life     

 

he grew to question life and god and things

but finally acce;pted  the beliefs

 

it never really seemed like giving up

but giving in became a crucial part of him

he bit his tounge so much he lost a bit

the bloody toung ti came out in bitter spit

 

he came into the world a normal birth

nrmal height and weight and

Emily, (extra lyrics )

please don’t leave Emily alone
    hold her with arms that feel
    like nothing could ever be so safe

have you ever punched the air and ;yelled out
God i want to cahnge something
tears are welling up in your eyes
but you don’t know just how or why
    it might be the very last time

        flying in ecstacy, falling in fraility
        lipsyncing words she heard would make her seem normal

        holding a little stuffed bear
        she made with underwear
she saved since she was five

        moving like clear blue marbles
        coliding with Aesop fables   
        clutching at passing straws in the wind

        taken by melodies
        played by an Ancient priest
        dancing round fires in her mind
                it might be the very last time
 

teenage acne (extra lyrics)

i paid for the parking and i paid for all the drinks
I paid for the drugs that made my pleasure unit shrink
I made up a story about the inheritance to come
still I couldn’t hide tha breakout and the boil on my nose stung

cna’t anybody see the person that i am,
is it skin deep and shallowness that really makes the man
i can’t believe that this is happening, cna’t believe what ive become
someone who is battling himself and all it is

confidence has dissappeared and patience all is gone
another batch of ugliness just popped up on my face
Lies like the idiots who , never really know
what its like to be outside and

feel like just exploding and takin on the world
fighting something i cant see
 or takeing it out on youe

everybodies makin out an i can’t even smile

someone told me time heals all wounds

time has passed and left me deep in a ditch
the social skills like road kill are rotting in a
wis

nothing here i really want , or nothing i can get
im wandering in search of something i ll never get to regret
its easier just to curl up in a ball til it goes away
it was just a human life that somehow went astray
antibiotics solved the problem for a while ,
but bumps appeared and with them took the life right out of here
think ill take a bus over a really steep cliff
never have to face the fact of everything ive missed
uglly is a mindset but ugly is disease
who could ever kiss a face that covered with all of these




scars on my fingertips and scars on my waste
a map of arizone has been scarred on my face

that perfect frosty smile and the glowing skin of



Who told all these men to come and work on my street
when its six in the morning an i haven’t been to sleep
what if i was making love in the total throw of passion
like id finally found someone that thought acne was in fashion

what if i did the same to them and followed them home
sat outside their windows playing radios real lloud

Well I’m still a misfit an its been twenty years
the boils left their lasting scaars (and pimples fell like tears)
and the pimples cried their tears

Who can kiss a face
looks like its rotting away
contageously outrageous
and completely out of place

weren’t those the years
when you really had it all
an endless string of cuties (all climbin up the wall)
and hormones up the wall

    now i use beers to avoid mirrors
    like Im ot really here

look at all the comedy my life has become
I work like an imigrant and dresss like a bum

something musta happened in those formative years
a goverment experiment using massive cheap beer
scars on my fingertips scars on my face
scars on the smile that i can’t put on my face

the millions of desires like cans in a store
there left standing on the corner all alone

the hurricane of desire made some wrekage in my life
left me standing in the corner w a guitar for a wife

and i just gotta talk about it
i just gotta talk about it
talk about how i got my teenage acne

heres an infomercial for a miracle cure
half a pint of beamer and you’re feeling young and pure
thinking that the ravage has been washed off of your face
you walk down to the dance club like a pile of human waste


et
when its six in the morning an i haven’t been to sleep
what if i did the same to them and fo


Well I’m still a misfit an its been twenty years
the boils left their lasting scaars (and pimples fell like tears)
and the pimples cried their tears

Who can kiss a face
looks like its rotting away
contageously outrageous
and completely out of place

weren’t those the years
when you really had it all
an endless string of cuties (all climbin up the wall)
and hormones up the wall

    now i use beers to avoid mirrors
    like Im ot really here

look at all the comedy my life has become
I work like an imigrant and dresss like a bum








run for the door, (extra lyrics)


i had it all
in a bag
and i always kept it near me

answers to life
secret songs
and a notebook for the ravers

    but people got in the way
    and money got in the way
    WHEN TIME IS A DEMON
              AND HOPE IS AN OLD FRIEND NEXT DOOR
        (liquor store whore)

        you gotta run for the door

i can’t explain
how it feels to be bleeding on the sidelines

all my intent beatin down
to a place where i could not get

        but people got in the way
        and money got in the way
                                                                                                          


                                                                                                                             all lyrics copyright 1995- 2009 Quazmo-Fate Publishing BMI
 

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