can He show her More Than Words?
can He show her More Than Words?
High range emotions blown away by salty rain
Taking a reluctant breath with a good sniff of knowledge
Loss will likely signal some concealed grief
Resistance can trigger the anger monkeys
Fear will cascade down to disrupt others
Accusations and blame wrestle with logic and reason
The winds of change challenge every blooming season
Deeply rooted feelings reveal the uncomfortable situation
Arise as they may
Fear of judgement and a sense of punishment
Something is very wrong
I know this swan song
Doubt leads you into a multitude of stories
Looking for answers is a reliable escape
From this swivel neck paranoia, they procrastinate
Let’s not carry this heavy load anymore
There is a choice waiting in the wings
Step over the prickles, decode the message
You can hear it in her voice as she tries to sing
Take the long way home
It doesn’t have to be this way
Something old, something new
Something borrowed, something blue
MissMarriage of Justice with her Karmic wand
Spent the sixpence from her dancing shoes
It’s a balancing act
Of give and take, make or break
But don’t settle for less
It could be a matrimonial mistake
PussyFoot suffering emotional decay yesterday
…but you can follow me
if you step out of the shadows
your glowing face…
…like a stolen beam of the sun
From Liam Finn’s 2011 album, FOMO. Buy now on iTunes! http://bit.ly/zKkAGd While recording his sophomore album FOMO at his beach cottage in New Zealand in late 2010, Liam Finn found himself alone, missing friends, family and parties. His reliance on popular social networking sites and text messages to connect with loved ones inspired the tone and title of the record: the actions we take for Fear Of Missing Out. Seeking to record songs that would instantly grab the listener, Finn and co-producer Burke Reid looked for sonic triggers that wouldn’t just set a spark, but create an expansive listening experience that demonstrates a manic, off-the-cuff exuberance. Album standouts such as “Neurotic World,” “Cold Feet,” “The Struggle” and “Jump Your Bones” marry ’60s melodics with spiraling keyboards and distorted guitars and vocals.
Played as a Fool by the Joker
To think I would have done anything
Give up my heart again
My life my home and my closest friend
I’ve been such a Fool
More than once
More than twice
I must have loved too much
My mirror reVersa is my Vice
He’s a space cowboy
An interplanetary romeo
Some call him the gang-star of love
He Played me like a shark
Came after me in the dark
But that’s not where I wanted to stay
I don’t go out – not now that you’re in
Nobody else will ever know
That part of me that can’t let go
I’ve already Dealt with the Tarot
and gambled away with Poker
Why would I low down again with a
Serial Midnight Toker?
Pussyfoot has so many songs floating around that they ended up all mashed up
i think it started out with cold feet then Happy Feet
They said I was rude and made callous remarks
Let there be awareness gently lighting those sparks
They told me it was best that I leave him alone
Let there be reflections guiding your patience zone
They think that I’m stupid and my directions all wrong
Let there be signposts and listen to their song
We can tune into many tones of love and temptations
Let there be moments, pleasure without ramifications
They class me as a snob because of my point of view
Let there be new classifications, JUST them and JUST you
They call me insensitive and believe that I’m mean
Let there be feedback, find your treasures unseen
They laugh at my suffering, make fun of my struggle
Let there be humour in this pain you must juggle
He watched me walk away nursing my heavy heart
Let there be forgiveness instead of tearing this apart
PussyFoot whiskers sense guardian whispers… conversation with angels
Well, take me back down where cool water flows, yeah.
Let me remember things I love,
Stoppin’ at the log where catfish bite,
Walkin’ along the river road at night,
Barefoot girls dancin’ in the moonlight.
I can hear the bullfrog callin’ me.
Wonder if my rope’s still hangin’ to the tree.
Love to kick my feet ‘way down the shallow water.
Shoefly, dragonfly, get back t’your mother.
Pick up a flat rock, skip it across Green River.
Up at Cody’s camp I spent my days, oh,
With flat car riders and cross-tie walkers.
Old Cody, Junior took me over,
Said, “You’re gonna find the world is smould’rin’.
And if you get lost come on home to Green River.”
Come on home.
Green River – Creedence Clearwater Revival