APOLOGIA

Man on the Box

A little mindless chatter now and then; a little dance in the street

A little squeeze on the arm; a little smile, a little grease

A little voice says she's only fifteen

Ah, to be young again

A nice street down this street of plenty; my grand face with its lines and cracks

I hear the words all those people taught me 'bout being righteous and clean

I don't remember if they had meaning

Too many children tell me "lets have a good time"

I don't believe there's any problem; I just need my fix

A little time passes, a touch of smoke rises

It says "Again?"; I say goodbye

In the distance it seems it changes, like a chameleon, into a child

Call me Babylon, call me Hollywood, call me Babel, call me hell

It's like a circle; a simple path; easily followed; easily killed

You're on the corner, I'm in the alley; a little too far for casting stones

A man like me was on the box, confessed his sins; is he forgiven?

Another screamed: he is the devil, I saw his face change; he looked like me

A little time passes, a little smoke rises, she says, "Again?"

I say goodbye

In the distance, t seems she changes, like a chameleon, into a child

Imperfect Touch 

She doesn't believe me, I've got no secrets

Life's a plain reward, like all the loving you can find

I prayed for forgiveness, she laughed and ran away

You want love, my baby; you going to sit there and let it get away

Love, love is precious; love, love is fine

Bt you better be careful of this love you call mine

So we say love, love ,love; yes love, love, love

And if you hold me just as tight as you can

You might be a part of my plan

Don't cry for money; don't cry for pain

Just cry I love you and send it back to me again

For in an imperfect world, there can be no perfect love

But your imperfect touch gives me faith

we can make it in spite of this place

Love, love is precious; love, love is fine

Bt you better be careful of this love you call mine

So we say love, love ,love; yes love, love, love

And if you hold me just as tight as you can

Twists 

Don't you think it rather strange

Even though you still complain

Life's a little too deranged                         Isn't it?

Someone took my car away

Someone phone and said to pay

Jesus is my friend today                           Isn't he?

Then I find I'm here at work

A boss who says I'm such a jerk

A wife who says I'm just a squirt              So?

( Give it to me ) ( It's all I want )

Now I see the TV's on

Telling me I got it wrong

Time to play a different song                   Again?

Maybe it's the clothes I wear

Maybe it's the color of my hair

Maybe I don't really care                         Should I?

It's not easy to explain

I just want to be the same

Am I the one you need to blame?             Get it right!

The light is getting very bright

I should turn it off tonight

I hope there won't be a fight                    Again

( Give it to me ) ( It's all I want )

I've been taking your embrace

I've been looking at your face

Were those those lines that you erased?   Show me!

A little boy asked do you know

After death where do you go

High above or far below                           Smile!

Is this still the land I love

Dreams we know we were made of

To a place that is above                            Us all

I remember long ago

Speak of thing you shouldn't know

Tell them that you have to go                    Now!

The Faceless Crowd 

I was torn with confusion as I go to the river's edge

Sweet emotion has called on me; pass from me this ordeal to another

Far from suffering, I seek the easy life

Cleanse me free of this desperate need; of the hands; of the faces

That tear at the soul; that taps me to the masses

I've been touched here rom birth, textbook vision that drive my life

A utopian need for so many; a country, a nation, asking: what's for me

Prosperity's key, the rewards you promised

My religious obsession turn my desires to greed

My fingers crumble like sand

As I yearn for the answers, as I question the passage we take

I feel the need to disolve into the faceless crowd

To bee numb, to be tired, to be restless and bored

Like so many I wait to be let to the door

Dance ( LA Stew ) 

Welcome friends, welcome lovers, onto the high road into the dance halls

Swing on the motion, turn down the light, in the cathedral set fire to the night

The word is party, the word is disinterest, custom fingers and sacred delights

Hands together, eyes shut tight; hear the laughter as the little girls fight

Dance!

Dance! One foot to the other; hard pressed

Dance!

Testimony, rapture's call, dominion, escalation; drinks for all

Life's virtues, death's romance, party line and community home

Prisoner of love, prisoner of conscience; two cards from the stack

A small kiss, a lover's bullet, a blue back and a tear in your shirt

Smooth skin, smoother designs, a small camera and a very large lens

Black film, dull moves, three sisters who haven't got names

Draw pictures, tell stories, five glossies and your favorite food

A signed confession, a number to call, let's face it baby, you got it all 

Dance!

Dance! One foot to the other; hard pressed

Dance!

Prisoner of love, prisoner of conscience; two cards from the stack

A small kiss, a lover's bullet, a blue back and a tear in your shirt

Forgotten 

Love and paradise, dreams gone cold

I reached out; you remind me those days of old are gone

This is my family, these are my friends, my children, my past

Those moments are safe

In rooms without doors, without windows

Dark and forgotten; our life together

So many faces, lives unknown crowd in, offering little I can use

Speaking words with no meaning

Kisses without touch, hands that bind, truths that tarnish and betray

I am free, alone, forgotten

Bright, quiet, day by day i return

Different, better, familiar

Love and paradise, pictures and words

forgotten like you