February 24th, 2007 - Big Energy Dream

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I Need

I need a mother and a nurse
I need a girlfriend with a shotgun in her purse
I need a rug that doesn’t stain
I need a muffler for my brain

I need Geraldo for some hope
and Oprah Winfrey’s show
can teach me how to cope
I need a country that’s not sick
I need emotions hard as a brick

I need a peephole in my door
I need a leader that won’t sleep
with common whores
I need to put my faith in God
I need a brand new fishing rod

I need a castle and a sword
or just a room inside the clinic’s mental ward
I need some focus or a dream
I need to justify my inflated self esteem

I need a sink that doesn’t drip
or a bag of chips that won’t
explode if they are ripped
I need a personality enhancer
I need a cure for cancer

I need to stop the way I drink
I need to know that wolves
won’t soon become extinct
I need a savior that forgives
I need to change the way I live

I need a freezer full of juice
I need to find a way so I don’t reproduce
I need a pony and a boat
I need to think before I vote

I need the press to feed me lies
I need a pet that never dies
I knead the dough to make the bread
I kneed my dog upside the head

Waiting My Turn

Once simple point you seemingly missed
is the slight inconvenience that I still exist
but I’ll try to stay more to myself
God knows I’m greedy to covet your time
and who could endure such a self-centered crime
there’s one simple way for your love to be earned
by shutting my mouth and waiting my turn

If you get a free minute, if you are in between men
if my number comes up
if you think there’s a time when
you’ll have me at your beck and call
I can’t comprehend what it is you expect when
you whitewash your partner in selfish neglect
You may be with him., but I’m holding firm
by shutting my mouth and waiting my turn

There’s no hidden meaning for you discern
I’m shutting my mouth, I’m waiting my turn
The rules are so simple, but I am so to learn
I’m shutting my mouth, I’m waiting my turn
My heart is so soft and your voice is so stern
I’m shutting my mouth and waiting my turn

If you get a free minute
if you’re in between men
if my number comes up
if you think there’s a time when
you’ll have me at your beck and call
I can’t comprehend what it is you expect when
you whitewash your partner in selfish neglect
You may be with him, but I am holding firm
to shutting my mouth and waiting my turn

City is a Church

Drive into this city, meet me in the street
where the pavement and romance meet
I found my savior on the Mississippi banks
and the movement of it’s water give me strength

In the middle of the millions
we can end a lifetime search
and I’m on my knees tonight
because this city is a church

Out there in the suburbs the truth is so less real
you breath and breath but never feel
but on the West Bank our secrets safe to keep
and we’ll dig into that truth and we’ll dig deep

If your spirit seems to fail you
and you need to shed the hurt
you can heal your spirit here
because this city is a church

I know your surface wind is bleeding
a plastic shell is no real gift
but baby don’t you’re needing me
and God knows these empty eyes could use the lift

I see suspicion in your eyes
To swallow words you need the proof
It take two of us to climb the stairwell in our minds
Before we get to live up on the roof

When I’m not pure and the innocence is gone
I”m baptized in your image every dawn
you think it’s too good to be true
the beauty stuns me too
but may God strike me down if this is wrong

In the middle of the millions
we can end the lifetime search
and I’ll be on my knees tonight
because the city is a church

If your spirit seems to fail you
and you heal your spirit here
’cause this city is a church

Everywhere a Crisis

While the blue ball seeps infection
this maid we sit and watch
and the racial tension index
rises up another notch
As we wait for our messiah
we’re too slow to realize
that the prophets of deliverance
don’t wear suits and power ties

When the puppets of corruption
give the sermon on the mount
They preach of loaves and fishes
but there’s less each time we count

Everywhere a crisis, one more chaotic seed
when the helpless people multiply
confusion starts to breed
with their magnets on the needle
drunken leaders hold our compass in the air
and there’s crisis everywhere

Each night we seek asylum
in our cubicles of fear
our violence in vicarious
as the evening news appears
every woman needs a can of mace
every doorway needs a lock
’till the world’s just one big neighborhood
with crack on every block

There’s gunfire in the alley
a kid got shot right off his bike
when they called up 911
the operators were on strike

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No eucalyptus for the Koala Bear
The ozone dies and sun spots flare
river water filled with lead
voices in some hermits head
Lawyers thieving festivals
abductions by terrestrials
a hepatitis outbreak in the mall
this fall

Everywhere a crisis, one more chaotic seed
when the helpless people multiply
confusion starts to breed
over catatonic minion
drunken leaders hold our compass in the air
and there’s crisis everywhere

God of Fossil Fuel

Well you don’t need the papers
to inform you where we are
or another zealot preacher
with his soapbox and guitar
but what do you think the consequence
of apathy invites
when we plan our children’s future
with the shortest range of sight

The global leaders bargain in their politics and power
while our next generations born
in earth eleventh hour

When the trees are made of plastic
and there’s no more oil to drill
when Africa is empty
and the zoos are finally filled
we’ll sacrifice our children at the altar
to the God of fossil fuel

When you’re sitting on the sofa
with your junk food and a beer
the third world’s just a commercial
for the bleeding liberal ear
so you change it to a sitcom
to avoid the hungry voice
that simply sad solution
is a coward’s drug of choice

But I know we’d see it clearly
through a younger pair of eyes
the bleakness of the globe as they inherit our demise

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Dad what are these animals? I found them them in a book
son they once roamed Africa
’till their habitat was took
the answers are so painful
to the questions my son asks
humans just don’t see tragedies unless they’re
looking at the past

Our answers are immediate
and geared toward present tense
the distant repercussions
won’t be felt at our expense
in a thousand years from now
when only desert sand is left
will those who caution foresight
wonder why the world was deaf?

I know we’d see it clearly
through a younger pair of eyes
the bleakness of the globe as they inherit our demise

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Narcoleptic Mary

Narcoleptic Mary drops her head in sudden jerks
at the table in the mansion’s old estate
her face in the soup and as she wakes
she hears the laughter bouncing off her plate

And when the china breaks – she awakes
Narcoleptic Mary is careening down the hallway
the dents into the sheet rock match her skull
She’s taken so much speed to kill the soporific weeds
but still she feels their pull

So she collapses in a pile on the kitchen tile
and her husband’s an insomniac
who doesn’t understand
hold her head up with his hands
if she’d only stayed awake, she’d have heard
him when he said “Mary what the Hell’s
wrong in your head!?”

Narcoleptic Mary feeds the dog in the garage,
so proud to fill her one domestic role
But the waves of sleep descend and as her
spine begins to bend she falls into the water bowl
Narcoleptic Mary

The Press is Kissing Judas

They desensitized the public
we’re too callous now to feel
a TV tube’s like taking ludes
till you’re mud on a potter’s wheel
fidelity will crumble
morality is flying south
if knowledge is the savior
then the press is kissing Judas on the mouth

That young lady there is seventeen
she’s learning who to be
she’s processing all the messages
from the movies and TV
they say “perfect waist, perfect face, perfect legs,
perfect breasts inside your blouse”
if information’s her messiah,
then the press is kissing Judas on the mouth

TV-vulture, pick the flesh of dying culture,
Pander to the American 10 second attention span

When I call home from work
my son who’s turning ten
says “dad modern medicine
turns ladies into men”
mister Rogers didn’t say that
I need the disney in my house
cause if education’s his deliverance
then the press is kissing judas on the mouth

Miss Me

It’s always meant so much to me
to mean so much to you
as I’m sure you were aware
and lovers’ eyes in the countless tries
attempt to capture souls
but with you my hands were bare
I would give my world to thee
but the world won’t give me you
so I’ve taught myself to steal
and the way you act in front of me
when we act in front of them,
there’s a side you won’t reveal
I never asked for all your time
just the time alone with me
I never wanted everything
just what we know was meant to be

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I don’t wish you to miss me
but that’s just how you’ll feel
when in a lonely stare that’s how you’ll become aware
you passed up what was real,
and I don’t wish you to cry now baby
but that’s just what you’ll do
when you finally see you were meant for me
and I was meant for you

I know it’s so much easier
to run from love like ours
his simple mind I’m sure you’ll find
will leave you free of scars
so you take the road of safety
to free yourself of rules
and you’ll never keep what we hold deep
and soon become the fool
if I’ve only been your jester
to keep you so amused
then I fear you’ve missed the chance
for bliss and got the two confused

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You gave him such devotion
in return he gave you lust
while I poured out emotions
and begged for you to trust
you gave yourself completely
you showed him how you cared
while the one you knew was meant for you
took what little time you’d spare
I know I’m your only one
but I’m the one whose meant to be
And God knows I have tried so hard
but I can’t make you see

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I don’t wish you to miss me baby….
I don’t wish you to cry now baby…

You Will Heal

Now believe me, you will heal
forever’s not this hurting that you feel
you can not see inside yourself what others do
but there’s a stronger source of hope inside of you

And we all wish that we could take
away the human reasons for your ache
you won’t see through all this dark how people care
but we’re all pleading for your happiness in prayer

So know you’re loved, and all this while
we are poorer from the absence of your smile
and our greatest wish would guarantee
to see your heart as well as it may be

And that heart comes out of hiding
and the suffering starts to ease
may your joy become contagious
so that others too may see

The pain is not eternal but the human spirit is
and no love’s more real than one that heals
with the hope that it can give

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