speedboat blues

Oh lord won't you get me a speedboat,

a boat as fast as a boat can be; to take me

across this grey lake,

to a place where the sunrise I can see.

I've been living under them dark clouds

which my evil baby tied to me, a prisoner

of soft spoken knots,

a free hobo I desire to be.

My lord you know I can't cross this lake

that separates the night from sunshine; I've left

behind my walking shoes

with them beggars I've been wasting my time.

So lord please hear me now

before it grows too late, my baby she sings

in the major scale

while I await my minor twist of fate.

The village has grown real busy,

unkind in the darkness tonight, my baby

she is a lame black crow;

watching my plight and crowing with delight.

Now I know the answers to them questions

and words uttered in a hushed whisper, and I know

none of it matters,

unless you don't hear my prayer.

So my sweet lord, I sit hungry praying

while my baby slips me into the urn; to heat

and feed her foolish pride,

on the stove she puts my heart to burn.

Oh lord Oh lord listen to me now

and get me my speedboat please, so I can

go find a kind hearted woman

who would like to have my hand to squeeze.

I remember I walked down this road,
a serious boy, a child I’m told.
Clean cut, wanting to save the world,
to the devil’s own I sold my soul.
The trade was simple; quickly done,
power injected, I was a son of a gun.
I shot everyone who dared come close
to the heart of a man that was tomb to a rose.
I clambered up them hills and over and far away;
I ran undaunted, the drug had taken its sway.
Lines grew blurred, my teeth clenched I looked
up into my vision, a smile was all it took.
I knew where I was, whence I came from;
I saw me burning in my own dream’s prison.
‘twas that smile, the wax on the bond;
my boon granted, the price to be exacted to the pound.
I, thinking its a sign, pulled the trigger
at the face staring at me, through the mirror.
I am not sure, maybe I got it wrong;
I am after all another dead son of god.

Navy Cut blues

Every night when Ms. Slumber invades
the privacy of the master and mistress,
time finds me sneaking to the loo,
my comfort zone in times untrue.

My cancer stick lodged firm in my fingers
I light away my midnight blues.
I breathe in deep to my lungs relief
as my heart slows down and smiles a bit.

Its strange that I find you when I
got nothing to find and nowhere to go,
my oldest friend, my killer, my love;
I’d choose you over any other dove.

The exhaust fan keeps our affair a secret,
And the window provides you with the surest escape.
I need you, I want you, I love you, I hate you,
and no night shall I end, without a kiss from you.

Trade Prayer

For every drop of joy and hurt,
love and betrayal, affection and pain that
would have been mine; give me truth.
For every grain of dust and sand
of every place I have ever been and would be
to, give me a shelter where I will not find you.
For every inch I have snatched and stolen,
fought and hidden, found and lost, give
me a defeat less low than now.
For every face I have wished to kiss and
every dream I have wished would stay; give
me a nightmare I know will not last.