change has come

Change has come
I can see it in yer eyes
How the west was won
We're gonna rise

Our light is still on
Thank god he has come
For us

Mission bells
Ring in the dawn
Where we fell
Now we're strong

Our light is still on
Thank god he has come
For us

In this war
So many gone
Bring them home
Where they belong

Our light is still on
Thank god he has come
For us

Change has come
I can see it in yer eyes
How the west was won
We're gonna rise

Our light is still on
Thank god he has come
For us

lizard brain rock politics

People listen to music with
There finger on the comment button
Up in their lizard brain
They spot an influence
And dance with their chicken fang
I got you figured out
I got what yer about
And you can't scare me cuz I control you
If not in yer body then in my soul
Just say it just say it
Ok so here goes

Influence has to be something
Yer confident enough to reveal
You graduate to a place
Where you don't care
What you show who
Or who you show what
When the content is yer own
The style is borrowed from all over the place
Like a shirt from a thrift store
Wearing tuxedo pants
And a tie from yer dead grandfather
And maybe a plastic flower yer first lover gave you in yer hair

Also
And I don't know if I said it here before (prolly) but
People
Music critics and fans, which as of now there is no more a distinction
People listen for style
Over substance
And maybe its not their fault as there is so little actual substance about
Like a flock of buzzards
Around a carcass with no more meet
They got no choice but to pick at the bones
However
When substance does come
They miss it for style
As they are no longer even looking for it
That which will nourish
That which will survive

All anyone sees
Is the outfit you have on
They don't see yer heart
Or yer disease
All any one sees
Is the sunlight you freeze
They don't see yer mind
Sprouting like trees
Or if you could keep a roomful of bees
Or if yer soul blows like a cool summer breeze
The style is all
That anyone sees
They style not substance
Is all that now feeds
The people with piles of cocaine ..s
Sniffing their soul into their sleaze
The style is all that anyone sees

i love u sundown

I watch u thru phone chords and actress splits
I watch u on the eve of madness and parachutes
I watch u as if no eyes could see and think whatever happened to poetry
I watch u breakdown and cry for the way it was when it never was and never will be
I watch u in the shower like a drowning bride under rivers of blood
And I watch u cooking something like a dream
And wanting it to be real
And seething with humanities betrayal
Avoiding eye contact and cracks on the floor

she called me sand

I lost my way
I returned to the ship
And broke open like a cadaver
Of dust
And out flew blue birds
And red hawks
Who sung like Elvis Presley
Sucking helium

graduation ceremony

I never knew life could be so strange
It started that way
Picasso came to say goodbye
He didn't know I was leaving momar for good
He brought a friend who he said liked my work
I walked him thru the valley of new work
He was complementary
He said 'more concentration'
Pointing to certain pieces that he liked especially
much different than his first assessment when momar first opened
And he said to take everything off the walls and burn it
I'm on my way now to the airport
I will never see momar again
Sometimes in life we graduate
Picasso with a mustache who was so cruel before
Gave me my diploma
I passed
The gate came down as we loaded the van with guitars
I had hit a snare five times with a stick in the diamond room
and said goodbye to my friend called momar