words: strangers from distant lands

"Permissive Under-reach"
[Date Stamp: April 23, 2002.]

          Settle back into a groove
          It's easy to maintain the quo
          Too many days are left for losing
          How many days left of sorrow?
                    I don't know
 

          Reach down into a dark hole
          It's deeper than it does appear
          Too many days it'll take to reach it
          How many days to end up here?
                    Another year?
 

                    (It's all gone grey) And I wish I had a goal
                    (I've gone astray) Sucked into a wormhole
                    (It's just Monday) And I've got the whole week to go
                    I've got the whole week to go
 

          Recline back into my chair
          It's loneliness I hear echoed
          Too many days are left for despair
          How many rounds left of ammo?
                    I'm getting old
 

                    (It's all gone grey) And I wish I had a goal
                    (I've gone astray) Sucked into a wormhole
                    (It's just Monday) And I've got the whole week to go
                    I've got the whole week to go
                    I've got a whole year to go
 

          Are you friend or foe?
          Do you always tiptoe?
          I don't like to wallow, I'm letting go
 

"The Price"
[Date Stamp: December 16, 2001.]
 

     Never giving up, never giving in--always holding out
     Never giving up, never giving in--for the world to come pouring in
     Never giving up, never giving in--for the sun to come sliding in
     Never giving up, never giving in--for the door to open wide again
 

                    Introduce you to me
                    The price is a non-negotiable fee
                    Always underneath
                    Time is a place where nothing is free
 

     Believe in yourself, believe in your hands--hope and love refrain
     Believe in yourself, believe in your hands--as the world pours in again
     Never giving up, never giving in--always holding out
     Never giving up, never giving in--for the door to open wide again
 

                    Introduce you to me
                    The price is a non-negotiable fee
                    Always underneath
                    Time is a place where nothing is free
 

                    Where nothing is free--a nominal fee?
                    Nothing is free--you can trust me
                    For a nominal fee
                    You can count on me
 

"Ageless Wanderers & Fairytale Creatures"
[Date Stamp: November 9, 2001.]

      The "Do"s and the "Don't"s are forcing me down with no hint of a sound
      But a whisper in round, heard on stills of an old ageless frown
      Intoned, bestowed, and all that is celebrated
      Early and lately and all that is surely wasted
 

      And I see you decided to
      Be seen with a side to you
      Nobody knows
 

                But I want to know
 

      And I see you decided to
      Be seen with a side to you
      Nobody knows
 

                But I want to know
                The followers never do know
 

      Only your fairytale creatures are aware of the despair you've found
      From only a whimper comes strength in character renowned
      Dethroned, rezoned, and all that is delegated
      Worldy and naive; what a conflict you've made it!
 

      And I see you decided to
      Be seen with a side to you
      Nobody knows
 

                But I want to know
 

      And I see you decided to
      Be seen with a side to you
      Nobody knows
 

                But I want to know
                The followers never do know
                But I want to know
                The ageless wanderers tell me it's time to go
 

"Missing Person"
[Date Stamp: April 23, 2002.]

          Where have you gone?--it's been awhile
          My last recollection is your smile
          And it's fading--why?
 

          Where did you go?--and for what reason?
          I've been waiting here for your return
          And I'm fading--when?
 

                    When do you plan to come home to me?
                    Who told you that you could leave?
                    When can I plan for your apology?
 

          Where have you gone?--it's been awhile
          My last memory is your smile
          And it's fading--why?
 

          Where did you go?--and for what reason?
          I've been waiting here for your return
          And I'm fading--when?
 

                    When do you plan to come home to me?
                    Who told you that you could leave?
                    When can I plan for your apology?
 

          What did I ever do to deserve this lack of respect from you?
 

"Everyone's Gotta Have a Happy Song!"
[Date Stamp: February 6, 2001.]
 

     Nothing's wrong today, for a change; it's rather strange
     I'm pleasantly aware of time, passing by without reason or rhyme
     And hands are clenched, tighter yet, tighter than the tightest grip
     Yes, life is in the air again; oxygen's in high demand
 

          But the stock is sufficient
          There's enough life for everyone
          Yes, the stock is sufficient
          There's enough life for everyone
 

     No complaints today, for a change; it's kinda strange
     I'm aware of the grand design, engineered without reason or rhyme
     Our hands are clenched, tightest yet, tighter than my tightest grip
     Yes, life is in the air again; oxygen's in high demand
 

          But the stock is sufficient
          There's enough life for everyone
          Yes, the stock is sufficient
          There's enough time for everyone
          To stop and sing along
 

                    Come on, sing along
                    Come on, sing along, yeah!
                    Come on, sing along
                    Everyone's gotta have a happy song!
                    Yeah!
                    Everyone's gotta have one happy song!
                    Yeah!
                    Yeah!
                    Yeah!
 

"Conflicting Accounts of Social Encounters"
[Date Stamp: August 31, 2001.]
 

      All your faces turning there
      Remembering a lost love affair
      Time again you reach for hope
      But there's a desire to loop the rope

           All... memories... can... be deceived...
 

           Don't be alarmed when you split in two (when you split in two)
           Everyone has a favorite part (a favorite part of you)
 

      All your faces turning there
      Remembering the sun set stare
      This time you won't be alone
      There's a gun pointing you home
 

           All... memories... can... be deceived...
 

           Don't be alarmed when you split in two (when you split in two)
           Everyone has a favorite part (a favorite part of you)
 

           And I know you'll hurt me, too
           (My favorite, my favorite) My favorite part of you...
           Has been lost to the screams (the screams, the screams)
           There's a cue to be awake for the dreams
 

      All your faces become aware
      Remembering no one's there
      Time again the breaking strain
      There's no one left to wipe the stain
 

           Away...
 

           Don't be alarmed when you split in two (when you split in two)
           Everyone has a favorite part (a favorite part of you)
           Don't be alarmed when you split in two (when you split in two)
           Everyone is calling for a part of you
           For their favorite part of you
 

"Everything is Good"
[Date Stamp: April 13, 2001.]
 

          Everything I know is good today, I swear
          All in all, I feel I'm fully aware
          I swear it's all the same
          But I will take the blame
          There's no one left to shame
 

          Won't ever be afraid          
 

The Truths of Departure
[Date Stamp: April 8, 2002]
 

      Sometimes when I sleep I seek
      The reality behind the existence of me (A pillow question conceived)
      Sometimes when I seek I find
      An answer buried in the tangle of my mind (A pillow solution defined)
 

                Know me?--well you claim to know me
                Show me what you came to show me
                Love me like you claim to love me
                Help me like you said you'd help me
 

                And you say, it'll never feel this way again (another day)
                I realize the truth and dissipate
 

                              Ah...

      Sometimes there's despair in tow
      A quest granted--no clear goal to follow (A pillow question bestowed)
      Sometimes there's clear paths I stroll
      The answer seems so easy, so true--so bold (A pillow solution to hold)
 

                Tell me--why is everyone against me?
                Set me free and let the crowds disown me
                No one is free until the fear's retreating
                Tell me--why are you so blind and waiting?
 

                And you say, it'll never feel this way again (another day)
                I realize the truth and believe this day (again)
                And you say, I'll climb out and rise one day (another day)
                I realize the truth and dissipate
 

                              Ah...

  Help the hunter, find the father, observe the ripples on the water
  Watch the weather, scan the horizon, depart from port to cross the ocean
  It's all together, it's all apart

  It's all the truths we never know when we depart
 

                And you say, I'll wake up and know myself today
 

                              Ah...

                I'll step outside the swarm for a spell
                It's safer on the outside in a solitary shell
                I can hear the rising choir--feel their restless desire
                They seek the home where they believe they belong
                But they're just suckers for the sirens' song...
 

                And you say, it'll never feel this way again (another day)
                I realize the truth and believe this day (again)
                And you say, I'll climb out and rise one day (another day)
                I realize the truth and dissipate
                And you say, I'll wake up and know myself today
 

                              Ah...

                I know when time awakes, the holiests of fakes

                I'll walk away, I'll walk away

"Je Souhaite"
[Date Stamp: March 19, 2001]
 

          Forever the answer
          Discovered without proper
          Analysis of the true form
          Rip through the cancer
          Pursued without further
          Discussion of the storm
 

                    It's a feeling of nothing
                    Nothing is as it should be
                    Et je souhaite...
                    Got this feeling of nothing
                    Nothing is as it should be
                    Et je souhaite
                    It would not be this way
 

          Forever the pusher
          No regrets without proper
          Analysis of the results
          Rip through the wisher
          No concern for the hunter
          Life in the saddest cults
 

                    It should not be this way
                    Je souhaite...
                    It wasn't this way...