. Saint Simon .

After all these implements and text designed by intellects
So vexed to find evidently there's just so much that hides
And though the saints dub us divine in ancient fading lines
Their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vine

I'll try hard not to pretend
Allow myself no mock defense
As I step into the night

Since I don't have the time nor mind to figure out
The nursery rhymes that helped us out in making sense of our lives
The cruel uneventful state of apathy releases me
I value them but I won't cry every time one's wiped out

I'll try hard not to give in
Batten down to fare the wind
Rid my head of this pretense
Allow myself no mock defense
As I step into the night...

Mercy's eyes are blue
When she places them in front of you
Nothing holds a roman candle to
The solemn warmth you feel inside

There's no measuring of it
As nothing else is love

I'll try hard not to give in
Batten down to fare the wind
Rid my head of this pretense
Allow myself no mock defense
As I step into the night...

Mercy's eyes are blue
When she places them in front of you
Nothing really holds a candle to
The solemn warmth you feel inside of you

. Young Pilgrims .

A cold and wet November dawn
And there are no barking sparrows
Just emptiness to dwell upon.

I fell into a winter slide
And ended up the kind of kid who goes down chutes too narrow
Just eking out my measly pies.

But I learned fast how to keep my head up 'cause I
Know I got this side of me that
Wants to grab the yoke from the pilot and just
Fly the whole mess into the sea.

Another slow train to the coast
Some brand new gory art from way on high
I sink and then I swim all night.

I watch the ice melt on the glass
While the eloquent young pilgrims pass
And leave behind their trail
Imploring us all not to fail.

Of course I was raised to gather courage from those
Lofty tales so tried and true and
If you're able I'd suggest it 'cause this
Modern thought can get the best of you.

This rather simple epitaph can save your hide your falling mind
Fate isn't what we're up against there's no design no flaws to find
There's no design no flaws to find.

But I learned fast how to keep my head up 'cause I
Know I got this side of me that
Wants to grab the yoke from the pilot and just
Fly the whole mess into the sea.

. So Says I .

An address to the golden door 

I was strumming on a stone again 

Pulling teeth from the pimps of gore when hatched 

A tragic opera in my mind... 

And it told of a new design 

In which every soul is duty bound 

To uphold all the statues of boredom therein lies

The fatal flaw of the red age

Because it was nothing like we'd ever dreamt 

Our lust for life had gone away with the rent we hated 

And because it made no money nobody saved no one's life.

So we burned all our uniforms 

And let nature take its course again 

And the big ones just eat all the little ones 

That sent us back to the drawing board.

In our darkest hours 

We have all asked for some 

Angel to come 

Sprinkle his dust all around 

But all our crying voices they can't turn it around 

And you've had some crazy conversations of your own.

We've got rules and maps and guns in our backs 

But we still can't just behave ourselves 

Even if to save our own lives so, says I, WE ARE A BRUTAL KIND.

Cuz this is nothing like we'd ever dreamt 

Tell Sir Thomas More we've got another failed attempt 

Cuz if it makes them money they might just give you life this time.

. Mine's Not A High Horse .

After that confrontation

You left me wringing my cold hands

We shared some information 

We might not recover from 

And I watch your convictions 

Melt like ice cubes in an ocean 

You were so poorly cast as a malcontent

You've got them all on your side 

That just makes more for doubt to slaughter 

"I never knew he thought that!" 

I heard you say falling out of the van 

"Don't ask for his opinion

They ought to drown him in holy water" 

Will you remember my reply 

When your high horse dies?

We'd like to go the distance 

But not a one of us is going to you 

See no one is wise enough to turn the ancient boat around 

These are the muddy waters I am swimming in 

To make a living were I to drown in them 

It should come as no surprise

You've got them all on your side 

That just makes more for doubt to slaughter 

"I never knew he thought that!" 

I heard you say falling out of the van 

"Don't ask for his opinion

They ought to drown him in holy water" 

Will you remember my reply 

one finger parallel to the sky?

. Kissing The Lipless .

Called to see if your back 

Was still aligned and your sheets

Were growing grass all on the corners of your bed

But you've got too much to wear on your sleeves

It has too much to do with me

And secretly I want to bury in the yard

The grey remains of a friendship scarred

You told us of your new life there 

You got someone comin' around

Gluing tinsel to your crown 

He's got you talking pretty loud 

You berate remember your ailing heart and your criminal eyes 

You say you're still in love

If it's true what can be done

It's hard to leave all those moments behind

You tested your metal of doe's skin and petals

While kissing the lipless

Who bleed all the sweetness away

. The Past And Pending .

As someone sets light to the first fire of autumn 

We settle down to cut ourselves apart. 

Cough and twitch from the news on your face 

And some foreign candle burning in your eyes 

Held to the past too aware of the pending 

Chill as the dawn breaks and finds us up for sale. 

Enter the fog another low road descending 

Away from the cold lust, you house and summertime. 

Blind to the last cursed affair pistols and countless eyes 

A trail of white blood betrays the reckless route your craft is running 

Feed till the sun turns into wood dousing an ancient torch 

Loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting love. 

Your name on my cast and my notes on your stay 

Offer me little but doting on a crime. 

We've turned every stone and for all our inventions 

In matters of love loss, we've no recourse at all. 

Blind to the last cursed affair pistols and countless eyes 

A trail of white blood betrays the reckless route your craft is running 

Feed till the sun turns into wood dousing an ancient torch 

Loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting love.