The well is all dried up Half empty is my cup It appears I'm outta luck This devise will self destruct In spite of all the times I got stuck asking why I'm holding out for piece of mind I'm gonna turn it on a dime and wait for nothing Living life without a doubt The sun peaks from behind the clouds I'm feeling good, I'm feeling proud Everything is coming around In spite of all my crimes I've found I'm doing time Inside my own mind I'm gonna turn it on a dime and wait for nothing

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Hum As long as you know my desire Is burning steady like a Norwegian fire My heart is aglow with love for you honey Like the hum of my amplifier Before I met you seems like hundreds of years ago Like a glacier that's nearly gone Now that our paths have come together I'm so glad to have you along You might see me with a blank stare Thinking we are just the perfect pair I won't be searching for the pearly gates Cuz baby I'm already there Long as you know my love is true And I always want to be with you The bumps in the road will be taken in stride And the skies will turn from grey to blue

I was bored as hell so I was flippin' through Craigslist When I came across a listing For a concrete Jesus 80 bucks would take it Is how the listing read 80 bucks for Jesus And this is what it said, "Nice, ornate concrete casting of the Lord Jesus Christ. Great for yard, garden, or porch." I can picture it now Making our garden complete That large concrete Jesus Appearing on our street Blessing the tulips At the first signs of spring After that our garden wouldn't Need anything

Amiss my adventures on the 7 seas I've been traversing the townships like a salty breeze Incognito from my caption and crew I'm a different man when I sail the blue On these harbors I make my way Traveling journeyman awaiting the day I wake up to the map that leads to the trail To deliver me from the belly of the whale I played some cards with some unsavory fellow Apprenticed with a blacksmith and work the bellows Worked a job as a cook with a knife and a fist Told a sherif I wouldn't slit his throat I never planned to land in that forbidden place.... no I never planned to stay. From where I never returned... I was a wayward prankster in the hands of fate Searchin for something that would elevate My contention with the lopsided state of the world Maybe one of these oysters would offer a pearl So I walk the quagmire dreaming of the day I can settle down and forgo the bay That sent me adrift in a sea of confusion About my liberty it's such an illusion

How much will you give me for this beat up old pickup? I've been thinking about passing it along It's all country miles, no stop and go And I'd let it go for a song Sometimes I am too sentimental For material items and such Attached are the feelings and memories But lately not so much How much can I get for this old backpack? That can't even carry a tune It took me to vistas at high elevations And sites where I ain't goin' back soon How much will you give me for this funky old drum kit? It's clearly missin' a beat It comes with stands and cymbals and extras And a floor tom would make it complete Sometimes I am too sentimental For material items and such Attached are the feelings and memories But lately fell so outta touch

I got a call today From my good friend Scam Likely They informed me of a situation That I wasn't aware of And let me in on an offer That was too good to pass up Imagine me, a helpless nobody Being included in the deal of a lifetime For a time it seemed too good to be true But they let me know not to worry Never underestimate the generosity of strangers You could be in for a shock So thanks to my friend Scam Likely I'll be financially secure for the rest of my days From this tidbit of information They only needed five minutes of my time, My bank routing information and social security number

Settling into the dark winter months Off in the distance another cold front You brace as that icy breeze Sways the trees in the night This is great weather for readin' a mystery And cooking comfort food with your partner You've set aside a couple novels for this season You text a friend to let them know that you're okay Whistling through the barren branches Listening to that lonely song Zigzag frozen patterns on the window The moisture in the air is gone You scan your storage for that shoebox That hides your tambourine and microphone You drink some tea to take the chill off Cold bones are happy to stay home Cold bones are happy to stay home...

There was a time when I was young I didn't give a shit There was a time when i got wise And I gave too much There'll be a time when I have died When I won't give a fuck There was a time when I was young I didn't give a shit

Draw a line draw a squiggly line Stick your finger and the map Totally blind Take a shot in the dark Through a blurry sight Dig deep in you mind And prepare for flight Dig a tunnel Dig a clandestine tunnel Make it wriggle through earth Like oil through a funnel And we can travel together To the secret lair Far from this land And our betrayer Plant a tree Plant a deciduous tree Let the roots spindle downward Indefinitely Find a truth in a riddle In a frequency Let you mind lose it's thoughts Seasonally Make a memory Make a beautiful memory Of a time in your life An interwoven story There was a song and a rhyme And a place and a time And a guy drawing A squiggly line

Sometimes I hesitate to Mention the inevitable Going to the efforts to Clear off my schedule So open up the flood gates And batten the hatches The barometric pressure Is heating up the moon Turn down the TV I'm about to rule the land With a mighty vacation And a gentle northwestern gale Frankly there's no telling Which direction they will fall When the glory comes in Small packages and balloons Not to mention tales of decades who Might remember polygraphs of yesteryear And forever friends on a square wave Destroyed by antiquated robots And placed on hold for later Until the irritating noise begins to disappear Never shall our frequency betray us Or fall behind in the winter of reason Categorized by madmen who wish me dead Later realizing continued failure comes downstairs Leaving only the residue of heathens inside The receptacle of confidence and malfeasance Lately the state of things has become Right only for the days thanks to the zombie Who handed me it's passport until another time Large aboriginal conflicts united the leftovers When you see the limelight at the end of the tunnel vision Forward thinking makes my guts wrench When the thoughts of course confront me Tried and true and tried and untrue Both can be said about the melange Love them while you can and listen when it's able-bodied For themes based on themes taste better when the snake bites its own real to real Tumble under the gun until the cows meander into the streets behind us And welcome in the position of the sun and moon hours before the solstice Durations can seem like bitterness when the stars ask for guidance And the gods beat drums for the annual dance of the bible-thumpers Tomorrow is a really new notion which becomes a fraction of yesterdays Unbeknownst to the sleeping giants is a sinister universe of forgotten underbellys Where everything looks below zero next to the open doors of time Look further and further for the last trial over the hills when the dawn comes this morning Listen for the queen bee over yonder who's posted loosely on the fence of love Can there be anyway that comes between the right hand man and the ego? Is there any way out of the hostige crisis of the mind? Polyrhythms of interest are waiting in line for the fasting of thieves in the end of times Pragmatic whistling carry the tune of the ubiquitous play-date That arrives near the opening scene Frozen in time are the tidal waves of ritual which envelope the strands and feathers Tonight we reach the destination and rethink the entire thing from front to backyard Love is watching Entitlement never squandered the icy bridge between neighborhoods so deeply And the carverns that are left make a headache seem like a soft dream Wander not away from the wedding bells of Babylon Forever forced to do it's bidding, you're better off listening to reasonable people who tell you that there's life after dependability Question arise as we lunge towards our destiny for the future primitive is bright Lost ceremonies contributed to the continental divide Between the Grey and the off-grid where temperatures rose today's partial rays Do know that relying on badges for your last purchase of a foothold Will leave you touring the caves of madness until there's a way to call help Look deep into the tight spots of optimistic outlooks for a way round the bends Don't underestimate the power of thermal warnings across this forsaken tundra For the armpit of arrogance has a way of forgetting to forgive atrocious behavior Twelve hundred actors and actresses can't work out a better ending for the quandary Take heed lasting too long in the fenced yard of nations They're be a bleeding heart waiting on a stick near your frontline

The shattering of concentration Is only the beginning Of our inability to survive The suffocating of communication Is only the beginning Of my sudden urge to scream CHORUS So meet me in the middle Of this insanity Let's put a coat of paint On this shitty graffiti The corruption of integrity Is only the beginning Of our lack of understanding The breakdown of sympathy Is only the beginning Of my inability to care CHORUS So meet me in the middle Of this clusterfuck Turn this noose around our neck Into a charm of luck The explosion of apathy Is only the beginning Of our slow decline

As the years go by I'm growing obsolete like the typesetter With the persistence of time My thoughts are more and more irrelevant I try to keep up with the times And deal with change better But the fact I don't have a finger On the pulse is self-evident Gone without a trace I have been replaced The world keeps spinning and I have become an anachronism No longer can I expect Anyone to give a shit Forever lost in the annals of history And tunnel vision I have to admit it's a young man's game And deal with it