One of Us

So one of these nights and about twelve o'clock

This old world's going to reel and rock

Saints will tremble and cry for pain

For the Lord's gonna come in his heavenly airplane

If God had a name, what would it be?

And would you call it to his face,

If you were faced with Him in all His glory?

What would you ask if you had just one question?

And yeah, yeah, God is great

Yeah, yeah, God is good

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

What if God was one of us?

Just a slob like one of us?

Just a stranger on the bus

Trying to make His way home?

If God had a face, what would it look like?

And would you want to see

If seeing meant that you would have to believe

In things like Heaven and in Jesus and the saints

And all the prophets? And...

Yeah, yeah, God is great

Yeah, yeah,

Joan Osborne

Falling Slowly

I don't know you

But I want you

All the more for that

Words fall through me

And always fool me

And I can't react

And games that never amount

To more than they're meant

Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home

We've still got time

Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice

You've made it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me

And I can't go back

And moods that take me and erase me

And I'm painted black

Well you have suffered enough

And warred with yourself

It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home

We've still got time

Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice

You've made it now

Falling slowly sing your melody

I'll sing along

The Swell Season

Dead Letter And The Infinite Yes

I found a letter it read

"Our existence has serious side effects"

Turned on, turn on the television

and It's telling me the world is collapsing

I think it's coming and it comes so fast

I'm hearing whispers of an infinite yes

And I don't know why it is

Our bodies are dead, why you look so sad?

And my therapist said

"We've evolved through a series of accidents"

There's been talk of chemical imbalances

Restless sense of detachment, nausea and/or violence

I think it's coming oh and it comes so fast

I'm hearing whispers of an infinite yes

And I don't know why it is

I feel it coming, I think it's real and significant

I think I think I think a little too often

That's what my therapist said

We're alone in this wilderness

Left to choke on the pills and to feed on the viruses

I think it's coming oh and it comes so fast

I think it's coming and it comes so fast

I'm hearing whispers of an infinite yes

Our bodies are dead, why you look so sad

Our bodies are dead, why you look so sad

Wintersleep

Fairy Tales And Castles

He says, he looks in the mirror, he can't tell anymore

Who he really is and who they believe him to be

And he says he walks a thin line between what is and what could be

He's getting closer to something he can't understand

'Cause there's a crack in his plastic crown

And his throne of ice is melting, he climbed his ladder

There was nothing there and now it's a long way down

'Cause on and on and on he goes dancing on the grave

Of what he thought was still alive on and on and on he goes

Dancing in mansions made of twigs and castles made of sand

He says his head is filled with cartoons and fairy tales

And he's trapped inside a dungeon of dolls

With smiles on their faces

He's built a pretty cage

Hit shows on a beautiful stage

With candy coated prison bars

And chains that look like jeweler y

'Cause there's a crack in his plastic crown

And his throne of ice is melting he climbed his ladder

There was nothing there and now it's a long way down

'Cause on and on and on he goes dancing on the grave

Of what he thought was still alive on and on and on he goes

Dancing in mansions made of twigs and castles made of sand

'Cause he lives inside

Of fairy tails and castles now

And there's room inside

For false expectations and illusions

'Cause there's a crack in his plastic crown

And his throne of ice is melting he climbed his ladder

There was nothing there and now it's a long way down

It's a long way down

'Cause on and on and on he goes dancing on the grave

Of what he thought was still alive on and on and on he goes

Dancing in mansions made of twigs and castles made of sand

'Cause on and on and on he goes dancing on the grave

Of what he thought was still alive on and on and on he goes

Dancing in mansions made of twigs and castles made of sand

'Cause on and on and on he goes dancing on the grave

Of what he thought was still alive on and on and on he goes

Dancing in mansions made of twigs and castles made of sand

Written by Jason MIchael Wade

Performed by Lifehouse

Transcendental Euphoria

Floating on a enveloping opiate cloud down the sidewalk from getting a twelve-pack of a beer made locally, I was questioning myself about what it was that kept me ensnared in addiction. The beer is appropriately named Bed of Nails....What was this feeling that I can't have it any other way? A feeling that regardless of what physical pain I'm feeling, what emotional turmoil I'm experiencing, and what horrible surroundings I'm in, (...keep in mind that once I'm in my apartment, I'm in sanctuary....) everything is okay because it's wrapped snuggly in humming love.

Pearls and swine bereft of me
Long and weary my road has been
I was lost in the cities
Alone in the hills
No sorrow or pity for leaving I feel

I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky

Friends and liars don't wait for me
I'll get on all by myself
I put millions of miles
Under my heels 

And still too close to you
I feel

I am not your blowing wind
I am the lightening
I am not your autumn moon
I am the night

The night

That's Audioslave's song, "I Am The Highway," by the way. I'm still trying to figure this out. Maybe one day I will....until then I continue to try and keep my head above water....searching for the shore...

Enjoy Life My Friends.....

Helpless

"...In my mind I still need a place to go..."

Neil Young

Raven Child

There Is A Way

Oh, raven child, believe the wind,

The sun has called your name,

The lonely dark, between the stars,

May too soon make it's claim.

Your spoken song will sanctify,

The travelers of old,

Your blackened coat can testify,

The journey of your soul.

Oh, raven child the canyons wild,

Can swallow all your dreams,

Go, not alone, go well-supplied,

To deal with the extremes.

Your playful games along the cliffs,

Are strengthening your wings,

But, be advised some compromise,

Must inform all these things.

There is a way to ride the wind,

And still know where to stand,

Down by the sea, along the ridge,

Or out upon the land.

Take your time among the trees,

Follow their roots to the stream,

Learn from their fruits and their leaves,

Learn from your days and your dreams.

There is a way,

There is a way,

There is a way.

Oh, raven child, behold the trees,

Their loving limbs held high,

These open arms can shelter you,

And lift you to the sky.

Their roottedness has spoken for....

The strength of standing still...

Without our legs, we break our wings...

Our journey unfulfilled.

There is a way to ride the wind,

And still know where to stand,

Down by the sea, along the ridge,

Or out upon the land.

Take your time among the trees,

Follow their roots to the stream,

Learn from their fruits and their leaves,

Learn from your days and your dreams.

There is a way,

There is a way,

There is a way.

Richard Sackett

Sometimes You Can Put It Out

Sometimes you can put it out, but it just don't do no good...

Sometimes you get lucky, sometimes you knock on wood.

But ain't it good to walk out on a limb and find out that it hold.

I plan on climbing high instead of growing old!

Sometimes I wake up feeling I could conquer anything.

Sometimes I wake up feeling like I'm hanging by a string.

Aw but stretch that tight wire over the city.

I know the walk is dangerous, but the view is so pretty!

Why should I worry what happens tomorrow?

You know tomorrow-it just might not come.

I'll take my chances on living my life today.

Sometimes you can put it out and it don't do ya no good...

Experience is the teacher, but it's a hell of a way to learn.

Still you've got to feed the fire and hope you don't get burned.

Aw, now don't you fool yourself, you gotta pay the price.

You gotta take some chances if you want to bring home the prize!

Why should I worry what happens tomorrow?

Well you know tomorrow-it just might not come.

I'll take my chances on living my life today.

Cause sometimes you can put it out and it don't do ya no good...

Oh yeah, feels so good...

I'm gonna sing you a little nursery rhyme...

Well it goes like this...

Well now I've put my fingers in the pie, just pulled out my thumb.

But I know how sweet the meat is of that juicy plum!

Well I'm just the kind that can't help reaching for the moon.

If I only get halfway-guess that's okay too.

Sometimes you can put it out and it don't do ya no good, no!

Sometimes you get lucky, sometimes you knock on wood.

But ain't it good to walk out on a limb and find out that it holds.

I plan on climbing high instead of getting old.

Why should I worry what happens tomorrow?

You know tomorrow-it just might not come.

I'll take my chances on living my life today, cause I know...

Sometimes you can put it out and it don't do ya no good!

The Gift

Hold me now I need to feel relief

Like I never wanted anything

I suppose I'll let this go and find a reason I'll hold on to

I'm so ashamed of defeat

And I'm out of reason to believe in me

I'm out of trying to get by

I'm so afraid of the gift you give me

I don't belong here and I'm not well

I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living

Right on the wrong side of it all

I can't face myself when I wake up

And look inside a mirror

I'm so ashamed of that thing

I suppose I'll let it go

Until I have something more to say for me

I'm so afraid of defeat

And I'm out of reason to believe in me

I'm out of trying to defy

I'm so afraid of the gift you give me

I don't belong here and I'm not well

I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living

Right on the wrong side of it all

Hold me now I need to feel complete

Like I matter to the one I need

I'm so afraid of the gift you give me

I don't belong here and I'm not well

I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living

Right on the wrong side of it all

Now I'm ashamed of this

I am so ashamed of this

Now I'm so ashamed of me

I am so ashamed of me...

Seether

Crazy Mary

Baby's gonna change her life

She's made up her mind

She's leaving her girls behind

And her lovers unkind

Crazy Mary look back and you're done

Just hold on and run

You're on your way home

Ain't nothin' gonna break you down Mary

I'm on your side

Nobody can touch you now Mary

Though trouble won't pass you by

Finding it hard to begin

To let the sun rise

To forget what was doing her in,

What was making her blind

Crazy Mary just keep to yourself,

Your old friends won't help

To make your escape

May you be well on your road

I know you'll get by

Life is the flower that grows

From the knots we untie

Crazy Mary look back and you're done

Just hold on and run,

You're on you way home

Big Head Todd And The Monsters

Late Night

Oh I hope that you somebody,
someone I could count
To pull me to my feet again
when I was in doubt
Oh now Mama, do you hear me?
I'm calling out your name
Oh now Mama, do you hear me?
I'm calling out your name,
I'm calling out your name

I'm the last cowboy in this town
Empty veins and my plastic broken crown
They said I swam the sea that ran around
They said I once was lost but now I'm truly found
And I know the place another way,
I feel, I feel no shame
Oh now Mama, do you hear my fear?
It's coming after me
I'm calling out your name,
I'm calling out your name

Stay with me, stay with me

Did you throw your heart away?
Oh I know just what I say
Did your phone cut in the way?
Being still downtown I say
And I know you ran away,
oh I know but I'm feeling okay
And I found love and fear won't go,
and I found love and feeling won't go
See you walk away, feeling okay now,
happy now, happy now?

Stay with me, stay with me, stay with me, stay with me

Foals

Sea Of Doubts

I told them all the ones I love

I'm leaving and I may not return

See lately I've been overcome

A feeling I fear has just begun

The pain I feel deep inside

That haunts us all that we will die

Never really knowing how it feels

To be alive

Through mountains and over seas

Through misery and disease

A spectator I played my part

But nothing could move this heart

Until I held the boys hand

The little one spoke like a man

He showed me death and said

This is how you know you're alive

A kingfisher in flight

You'll rise above the sea of doubts

Into a world full of clouds

Alive

Azure Ray

Crazy Baby

And your hands are really shakin' somethin' awful

As you light your twenty seventh cigarette

Oh how long have you been sittin' in the darkness?

You forget

Oh you know you're gettin' really hard to be with

And you're cryin' every time you turn around

And you wonder why you cannot pick your head up

Off the ground

Oh my crazy baby

Try to hold on tight

Oh my crazy baby

Don't put out the light

The light, the light, the light

And they look at you like they don't speak your language

And you're living at the bottom of a well

And you've swallowed all the awful bloody secrets

But you can't tell

Oh, you know you ought to get yourself together

But you cannot bear to walk outside your door

No, you cannot bear to look into the mirror

Anymore, anymore

Oh, my crazy baby

Try to hold on tight

Oh, my crazy baby

Don't put out the light

The light, the light, the light

And your hands are really shakin' somethin' awful

As your worries crawl around inside your clothes

Oh, how long will you be sittin' in the darkness?

Heaven knows

Oh, my crazy baby

Try to hold on tight

Oh, my crazy baby

Don't put out the light

The light, the light, the light

The light, the light, the light

The light, the light, the light

Joan Osborne

Scott

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band

Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man

Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand

And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks out in the street

Handing tickets out for God

Turning back she just laughs

The boulevard is not that bad

Piano man he makes his stand

In the auditorium

Looking on she sings the songs

The words she knows, the tune she hums

But oh how it feels so real

Lying here with no one near

Only you and you can hear me

When I say softly, slowly

Hold me closer tiny dancer

Count the headlights on the highway

Lay me down in sheets of linen

You had a busy day today

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band

Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man

Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand

And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

"Tiny Dancer"

Elton John

Shane

Are you strong enough do you feel my touch you are the comfort in my eyes

Moving through the lust feeling dangerous I want to open the door to your life

The steps we take on the way to free our minds

And lives have changed by the way we free our minds

And being with you was the moment I opened my eyes

When you sleep at night are your dreams delight do all your fantasies fill your head

I want to dance with you with the midnight moon one in motion and do it again

Breathin in breathin out your love

Breathe it in breathe it out my love

Breathin in breathin out your love

Coming closer now to this love we found are you able to take this flight

It's come down to this the first time we kissed like the ocean we sway you and I

Buckcherry

"Opened My Eyes"

Deep Deep Down

Deep deep down
Do you really have any idea
Deep deep down
The final solution is seldom near, seldom clear

Deep deep down
Do you really have any Revelations?
I think it was a mistake
Deep deep down
Nothing ever comes fast enough for you

So take some fortune, some fame
But it never fills the hole for long
And any kind of love you've had
Is always far sweeter as a memory

Stuck in illusion
Where nothing's coming fast forever
And any kind of love you've had
Is always far sweeter as a memory
Then deep deep down,

After countless lifetimes
You see the cause of all your discontentment
You finally can be alone,
For once in a lifetime, you've got nothing to prove
It's called freedom

From "Deep Deep Down" by Love And Rockets

Omega

What a skeletal wreck of man this is.

Translucent flesh and feeble bones,

the kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tomes.

Running rampant with free thought to free form, in the free and clear.

When the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a

laundromat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, now.

We all have a little sin that needs venting,

virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems are ripped

from the branches of office, do you know what your post entails? 

Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve?

Wind in doubt inside your atavistic allure, the value of a summer spent, and a winter earned.

For the rest of us, there is always Sunday.

The day of the week the reeks of rest, but all we do is catch our breath,

so we can wade naked in the bloody pool, and place our hand on the big, black book.

To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers.

A vacation is a countdown, T-minus your life and

counting, time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube,

and hope you get a taste.

WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THIS FOR?

WHAT THE HELL’S GOING ON?

SHUT UP!

I can go on and on, but let's move on, shall we?

Say, you're me, and I’m you, and they all watch the things we do,

and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs,

haven’t felt like this in years.

The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse... Let me go,

and plunge me into the dead spot again.

That’s where you go when there’s no one else around,

it’s just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?

Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse,

and a finger on the trigger.

CLASSIFIED MY ASS! THAT’S A FUCKING SECRET, AND YOU KNOW IT!

Government is another way to say better…than…you.

It’s like ice but no pick, a murder charge that won’t stick,

it’s like a whole other world where you can smell the food,

but you can’t touch the silverware.

Huh, what luck. Fascism you can vote for.

Hmph, isn’t that sweet?

And we’re all gonna die some day, because that’s the American way,

and I’ve drunk too much, and said too little,

when your gaffer taped in the

middle, say a prayer, say a face, get your self together and 

See what’s happening.

SHUT UP! 

FUCK YOU!

FUCK YOU!

I’m sorry, I could go on and on but

it's time to move on so... 

Remember: you’re a wreck, an accident.

Forget the freak, your just nature.

Keep the gun oiled, and the temple cleaned; shit snort,

and blaspheme; let the heads cool, and the engine run.

Because in the end, everything we do, is just everything we’ve done.

Stone Sour

Bother

Wish I was too dead to cry

My self-affliction fades

Stones to throw at my creator

Masochists to which I cater

You don't need to bother;

I don't need to be 

I'll keep slipping farther

But once I hold on,

I won't let go 'til it bleeds

Wish I was too dead to care

If indeed I cared at all

Never had a voice to protest

So you fed me shit to digest

I wish I had a reason;

my flaws are open season

For this, I gave up trying

One good turn deserves my dying

You don't need to bother;

I don't need to be

I'll keep slipping farther

But once I hold on,

I won't let go 'til it bleeds

Wish I'd died instead of lived

A zombie hides my face

Shell forgotten

with its memories

Diaries left

with cryptic entries

And you don't need to bother;

I don't need to be

I'll keep slipping farther

But once I hold on,

I won't let go 'til it bleeds

You don't need to bother;

I don't need to be

I'll keep slipping farther

But once I hold on:

I'll never live down my deceit

Stone Sour

Black Swan

What will grow crooked, you can't make straight

It's the price you gotta pay

Do yourself a favour and pack you bags

Buy a ticket and get on the train

Buy a ticket and get on the train

Cause this is fucked up, fucked up

Cause this is fucked up, fucked up

People get crushed like biscuit crumbs

And laid down in the bitumen

You have tried your best to please everyone

But it just isn't happening

No, it just isn't happening

And it's fucked up, fucked up

And this is fucked up, fucked up

This your blind spot, blind spot

It should be obvious, but it's not.

But it isn't, but it isn't

You cannot kickstart a dead horse

You just crush yourself and walk away

I don't care what the future holds

Cause I'm writin' out today

With your fingers you can touch me

I'm your black swan, black swan

But I made it to the top, made it to the top

This is fucked up, fucked up

You are fucked up, fucked up

This is fucked up, fucked up

Be your black swan, black swan

I'm for spare parts, broken up

Thom Yorke

This Is Why We Fight

Come the war

Come the avarice

Come the war

Come hell

Come attrition

Come the reek of bones

Come attrition

Come hell

This is why

Why we fight

Why we lie awake

And this is why

This is why we fight

When we die

We will die

With our arms unbound

And this is why

This is why

Why we fight

Come hell

Bride of quiet

Bride of all unquiet things

Bride of quiet

Bride of hell

Come the archers

Come the infantry

Come the archers

Of hell

This is why

Why we fight

Why we lie awake

This is why

This is why we fight

And when we die

We will die

With our arms unbound

And this is why

This is why we fight

Come hell

Come hell

This is why

Why we fight

Why we lie awake

This is why

This is why we fight

When we die

We will die with our arms unbound

And this is why

This is why we fight

So come to me

Come to me now

Lay your arms around me    

And this is why

This is why

We fight

Come hell

Come hell

Come hell

Come hell

The Decemberists