LOCUS OF CONTROL

It wasn’t time

You weren’t in the right mind

It wasn’t the right time

What else could I say?

It doesn’t matter

Cause you don’t remember

Maybe we can piece it together

It was good though

We talked about it

Maybe it’s just not the right time

Time to rest

It’s time to rest

 

It wasn’t the right time

I was out of mind

I wasn’t there

It was somebody else in my skin

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BACK OUT

It all surrounds you

In and around you

A call comes through

From without, a rescue

 

Call out to me

Before you leave

Down the road

We both know

Holds nothing

New or beautiful

 

Come home

Come on home

It’s open and warm

On the other shore

 

It all surrounds you

In and around you

A call comes through

From within, a rescue

 

Call out to me

Before you leave

Down the road

We both know

Holds nothing

New or beautiful

 

Come home

Come on home

It’s open and warm

On the other shore

 

GOLDEN GROVE [Heal You]

This satellite song trial

Been blinking for a while

And no one’s coming home

I wash my shoelaces

And count my pennies too

 

Please

Heal you

Come on

Heal you

please

 

The keyboard’s quiet

And the curses roll

Back In New Orleans

How I was a fool

I thought about you

Like you were brand new

But your not you’re old

And I have been thinking

 

Please

Heal you

please

Heal you

Come on

Heal you

 

 

COST ILLS

 

A struggle to breathe

The sea is too beast-like

Conscious, so conscious

beneath each line

 

Just don’t want an elusion

Don’t want illusions (do you?)

See the set up, and we get it

Just enough to keep us

 

When I stop

And go outside

Then I see

Some humanity

 

Pursuing the wrong thing

The wrong dream

We want our own thing

Our own dream

 

Object-Process-You & Me-Community

 

We angle to reach

From deep in the di-vide

Constant, so constant

We need free time

Aims and trades

Could coincide

Then we’d be

A community

 

Pursuing our own thing

Our own dreams

Beyond your own thing

Our own dreams

PLEASE BE REAL

Can move you

You believe it to

Can move you

You act so hard to be this sad

The rich keep getting really sure you’ll stay

Rich keep getting really sure you’re still around

 

I love to bring the open heart

Please be clear, uh huh!

Please be clear

It and I am well I thought

 

Run through you

Human needs – come true

Right through you

Blood-red hearts now seize their chance

Pure are lifting building toward a break

Pure uplifting pulling for us to get out

 

We have to land in an open field

Please be real, uh huh!

Please be real

You and I are real I know

 

 

 

 

WASTELAND

You and I know

What the world owes

It’s up to us

 

We were turning

Old and cold and unloving

We were turning

We’re returning

From being lost and cold

And not understood

 

You and I owe

Must explain it to them

 

We were turning old and under

We were giving everything

to make the best for everyone

Returning with compassion

That once was so strong

We are returning

 

You and I owe

What the world knows

It’s up to us

 

Earth divers returned

Dark waters drained to nightfall

Many chose themselves

They plunged into isolation

Cast themselves the garden

Exiles died from avarice

Out of death comes new life

Returning to the surface

Prepared for sacrifice

Born through all we give