Grand pappy, happy with a pipe and a cane tried to explain How he shot something down like a small plane, but when he came Up to it, he knew it, was something he couldn't explain he said is this all we all, we all we all, we all we all, we all we all, we all Grand-dad, Grand-dad, so you think I'm sane? My front door's on fire, and there's a fork in the drain and I try to solve riddles, they say you can never solve 'keep asking those questions, but you'll never answer them all' we all, we all are looking for answers we all, we all, would kill for the truth we all, we all, know the secret we all, we all, realize we're small we all, we all we all, we all we all, we all we all, we all

Bikin' around, likin' the sound of the city up down uptown, the girls are so pretty a little bit of my motive, find a coffee shop on Hennepin meet up with a friend, so we can laugh the best medicine I can't do it alone, no no no no I'm going to need you friend Like you may need me too x2 There's snow on the ground, and we can see our breath stop by a record store or bookshop for rest travel across, without getting lost, to my friends house it's vital I find all the vinyl he lends out I can't do it alone, no no no no I'm going to need you friend Like you may need me too x2 At the show ya know, everyone goes buckwild a hippy fest and a moshpit must've had a love child the crowd is revvin', I get in, a better position to see the music I love, as I envision a time when I could share with the world a little bit of my inspiration, fillin my time with creatin' steady progress and patience after the show we blow back, to the old shack and chill sharin' some of these bold tracks, you know that we will be playin' and relaxin', readin' and conversatin' opening up the hearts, our pen and pad is operating I can't do it alone, no no no no I'm going to need you friend Like you may need me too x4

"But then they danced down the street like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!" (-Jack Kerouac, On The Road) Jangley legs, I lost my head it's a damn good day to be alive smell the smells of the city on the freshest friday night Buzz of the common hive ah madonna of the 'lectric lights oh brother, I bet she bites I bet she stings you in the eyes Not before you taste the sweetness of that holy halo honey in my pocket cigarettes, a talisman and some money Coins clink, my heart sinks the queen is coming my way down the block, where are my shoes and socks? to my favorite bookstore running It's a dingledodies' paradise a doppleganger's dream heaven is inside of us we don't need to worry about a thing x2 Through the books, I almost shook saw my favorite feminist like lemons to the tongue was her sharp wit a catalyst The sun shown through on me and you however imposible on our way out, I opened the door with doubt of it's proper etiquette Cool night air is opening up our passages to fend off despair pawing at each other like savages to feel out the night a purple butterfly or an octopus wings so bright but do tentacles have their advantages It's a dingledodies' paradise Nights as deep as the sea Dawns on us that if we want it Heaven is within you and me x2

Me and my posse, like to treat others with courtesy lovin' is the key word, the verb that we prefer to be put away your shopping cart, or open up your car door help an old lady 'cross the street, if we were feeling hardcore trying to change my ways, don't want to coulda' shoulda' can I get you some coffee on your way, cream, cream or sugar my homey john is being of service washing dishes it's harder to be mad when you've got a spotless kitchen cleaning up the mess I made, and I pray to God that, any experience I've had, good or bad, will be an asset and when a problem comes, I'll see it as a stepping stone the world's bigger than me, I really don't gotta trek alone build a mast for the sail out of the trail of our broken bones sometimes the pain will help us grow Proof of gold is in the fire kite rises against the wind smoothe seas make poor sailors pressure makes the diamond A brand new day, to package the finished product learn the simple ways of dodging all the piranha's they crave the blood, sweat, tears like it's the sustenance but happiness, not ugliness, is the true supplement and growth, whether spiritual, physical, or metaphysical becomes the mathematical equation to the literal a slow and steady progression to the question ask yourself is life worth livin with conception an idea about forgiveness, that blossoms into a lesson your resistance through your own heart, becomes outward aggression violence and depression, is all they ever taught you of they gave you all you ever needed, and then they called it love we broke free, out of this self created prison found out that this life is like a prism and once you let it shine, there is infinite possibility recycling your mind with the universe's symmetry tossing and turning, on the ocean's of emotions an inexperienced sailor self inflicted moment my spirit has awakened, from the sweetness of it's sleep seeing my reflection in a stranger on the street, not exactly what I want, but it's definitely what I need Proof of gold is in the fire kite rises against the wind smoothe seas make poor sailors pressure makes the diamond x2

Like Native Americans watching the invasion of their lands or ancient shamans in a whirling dervish of a trance Electrocutie dreams of alien godz descending yellow eyes and topaz lips like sleep was reality and awaking was pretending Giants come up from the oceans awoken from their slumber we were always mixing up our potions a shallow cure for a deeper hunger Unwholesome attractions set inside a dark bazaar breaking free cause a chain reaction when my devadasi came from the stars stripped my soul naked shown a light straight through my heart Giants come up from the oceans awoken from their slumber we were always mixing up our potions a shallow cure for a deeper hunger

You see, representation is open to interpretation take, the woman who covers herself in the shadow of God some see oppression, an obsession of the masachistic masses to own the female ideal Yet some see humility, grace, poise, and beauty. You see, representation is open to interpretation. Take, the man who refuses to eat bovine as proof of his faith, but he cheats on his wife, and he lives his life on naught but self-will. Some see a holy man on the paths to the divine collective. Yet, some see the forest for the trees. It's not what you eat, it's what you be. You see, representation is open to interpretation. Take, holy war waged in the name of God. Some see the deliverance of the people, neccesary through forced oppression and control. Yet some see the blood of their brothers and sisters, seeping through the earth, and cry. But for the grace of God, there go I. You see, representation is open to interpretation. Give.

I shot and missed the mark blew out the only spark on the candle of desire built my final funeral pire I burnt down the cathedral with smokes signals, called down evil rang false on her riddle fulfilled prophecies since I was little But I hope good things for you things for good and not for ill for forgiveness and daily bread and each month to pay the bills x2 I broke down and told you lies they started wars and blamed my eyes crossed my t's with blood and bile a dark cloud blacked out my smile my teeth fell out and crushed your house a swarm of snakes filled up my mouth your children they were swallowed whole your old men died of polio But I hope good things for you things for good and not for ill for forgiveness and daily bread and each month to pay the bills x2

Things go pretty fast where I'm from cars driving by don't see my thumb but you saw it and you came on runnin' now your actin' like I owe you something Oh God, I know it but I don't want to blow it, Just yet Come on and show it but may need to slow it a bit You make a mountain out of a molehill you'd make a bad man out of a saint I had control of my brushstrokes now I'm droppin' the paint now your mascara's runnin' don't cry over spilled milk I'll let you stay how you are now if I don't pluck you you'll never wilt Oh God, I know it but I don't want to blow it, Just yet Come on and show it but may need to slow it a bit

When I was standing back by the wall I saw you dancing with this tall guy he had fell for all your small talk was ready to write you, sappy love songs Chandelier shards in the punch bowl have no fear I'll save you from this asshole Modern women don't need rescuing by twenty-somethings in arrested development but I feel like a lion in the jungle with my pride and, I get humbled I get humbled Chandelier shards in the punch bowl have no fear I'll save you from this asshole She looked at me and turned the other way I guess I'm the one from whence she needs to be saved I don't mind rejection I'll be a stronger man you'll see I don't mind rejection I'll be accepted by the ones that are right for me I don't mind rejection don't mind don't mind don't mind

On an autumn misty morning he came awake he joined his friends back by the trail it was dusty and the sweet green leaves were dying, turning orange, red, and yellow you could almost smell the rain coming in roasting the breakfast on an open fire if desires are the building blocks of sorrow well by god, ellie, I'm this close to doomed Broken down houses in a bad part of town ain't nothin' but ourselves keepin us down layin' on the groomed lawn of some beautiful family a cop drives by and we realize it's 2 a.m. In a dusty broken meeting house of matadors with horns broken off in their chests still waving red flags at mirages needing a new way to survive our mess in downtown races from rags to riches a farmer wanders in amongst the crowd why he wonders are there so many lonely and why when low of self esteem, we act proud Broken down houses in a bad part of town ain't nothin but ourselves keepin us down layin' on the groomed lawn of some beautiful family a cop drives by and we realize it's 2 a.m. we're just twisted poets at the gates of the promised land twisted poets at the gates of the promised land

Lovely, natural, delicate hands holding my c-c-callouses Love me, animal, in my element and our gas station palaces holds my key like a talisman On the road, like the rebel, in a brave new world this revolver is elegant I am told that the devil is a beautiful girl reading her ancient embellishments hidden by vines on the trellises