Nothing Left to Say
Caught looking
I confess, yes, I confess, your honor, I confess
In my heart, in my shoes, I tried so to tow the line, to do my bit
I read the books, rehearsed my lines, pledged allegiance, confessed my faith
I did all that I could do, yet here I am, accused
How could I know I’d be caught looking?
Oh, happiness; oh, hell! How can you blame me, I’d done so well?
Not objects, not toys; not presents for little boys
Like man, like woman, my mantra, my tale; my benediction
But here I am, red-handed, guilty!
But I didn’t touch, I didn’t try; just a glance
One here, one there
How could I know I’d be caught looking?
4/27/88
Neverminding
Isn’t it a funny thing this love of ours? Freakish and four-cornered
A sad time of the times, faith-healed and trembling
And yes, we can always believe love will fall, fall into ruin
Neverminding who really cares for me and you
Tomorrow, always tomorrow; always another day
Still, we wait and we dream of how it should be
Searching for perfection and grace and storybook lives
And yes, we can always believe love will fall, fall into ruin
Neverminding who really cares for me and you
I’ve waited, waited for so long, hoping for something to change
I’ve look to you for that change beyond all your dreams
I can’t give guarantees, only my time
And yes, we can always believe love will fall, fall into ruin
Neverminding who really cares for me and you
4/21/88
At the Door
I have a book, it shows your face
I see my hand upon your cheek
This love I’ve found it leads me to your door
Your touch, embrace; kissing Eva on the floor
You seem to draw me like a child, my hand inside your golden hair
You say this was his place; still, you smile and pull me down
This love I’ve found it pins me to your door
My life, my soul, there with Eva on the floor
4/13/88
Gifts
Sell me seasons of love
Spring for it, I am open to your words
Push me further down the line
Fall for it, I am stocking all your words
Because, like gifts, I have a special place…
For you
9/7/88
Floating
I think that life is a Hollywood marque, I base my love on such fabulous things
I get my fashion from the pages of GQ, my moral fiber from a television screen
Ain’t this like a sweet dream, vitamins, and ice cream, acting out love scenes
I often wonder how it keeps getting better
I often wonder how to break this charm
If you only believe, it won’t ever go away (Never)
I look to God as a source of inspiration, I go to church to sooth my soul
I pray to Jesus, man, take me to heaven; I pray to God, baby, never go away
Ain’t this like a sweet dream, angels wearing blue jeans
Floating with the airstream
I often wonder how it keeps getting better
I run the risk of never understanding; I take the chance that I’ll never really care
I look away when someone takes a beating; I like to think it’s him instead of me
Ain’t this like a sweet dream, vitamins, and ice cream, acting out love scenes
I often wonder how it keeps getting better
I often wonder how to sell this charm; it seems so easy
If you only believe, it won’t ever go away
11/23/88
Flashcards
Hey, hear me snap my fingers in the shade
Calling all my boys to run my way
Idea man, the one to spend my change (there behind my guise)
Tempo, baby, sweet surprise; it’s in the box
Hey, all these words they dribble from my face
Protected by the boys that fill this place
Idea man, he whispers in my brain (you are the one)
Rhythm, spacing, smile; I am the box
11/21/88
Echoes
I dream of you, sometimes
In love forever
In word and deed
Fossilized in stone
Where I go, what I see; the world to me, echoes, streams, to you
Reverence, honor, and faith
No one is honest, is fair, completely in love forever
Where I go, what I see; the world to me, echoes, streams, to you
Echoes, piece, fragments, idea, touches, between us, forever… forever
Where I go, what I see; the world to me, echoes, streams, to you
Where I go, what I see; the world to me, echoes, streams, to you
2/18/91
Eva
Summer rain and the heat drive me down
To Eva, to peace
Rolling away with the rain to the king of the world
To the kings, to the boys, to the killing, to the dream
Eva begs to stay, begs to watch
Pulls me down to the king of the world
Make love, make peace with Eva and the freak who feeds you
Who loves you like the king of the world
Kissing Eva in the ground
And the summer rains begin
8/8/89