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Coming Of Age

You couldn’t know,
couldn’t know.
You wouldn’t know,
wouldn’t know.

About all that we’d become.
About all that we’d become.

You couldn’t know,
couldn’t know.
You wouldn’t know,
wouldn’t know.

About all that we’d become.
About all that we’d become.

Too old to run.
Too old to run.
Too old to run.
Too old to run.


And as all collapsed and all fell
apart
the walls and the chambers within your brittle little
heart
In ruin and shatter all innocence be
gone
and conscience became just one more thing to
blame

And as your growth plates fell broke
right in half as you spoke
of awareness and love
for the lights in the dawn
and the lingering stars
of the fading years you hoped to spend
drawing laughter on faces of people you’d met.


But the world thats now waiting for you and your peers
brings a change in perception and turns laughter to fear.

Dull you are left behind walls higher than
the fear building up in every cell as you ran.

From everything old dusty rusty gray and everything that will take away today.
As you are coming of age
in times like these.

As you are coming of age
somewhere in the west.








The Fountain Of Youth

With guile and with facts
you try to clean up this mess.
With ten-thousand rhymes
and dispossessed little lies.

You love me
bond me
you blossom of my will.
Love me
bond me
with all that I need.
Behind the cortex
you feed on my complex.
You savior of springs
you fountain of youth
you heart-broken soft-spoken fool.
You love me
bond me
you blossom of my will.
Love me
bond me
with all that I need.








Coming Of Age, Pt 2

And now as we are grown we’ll find out about life
in an airport in Rome a cold place in the night.

Oh god what a mess as the gates are now closed
for me and for you as we are getting too old.


I guess my baby, we’ve lost our milk teeth too
soon

let’s go find them like crystals in the sands of the
moon

as a reminder of all our dizzy
heights

our flowering thoughts
our dreams of
fright.









Slowly

Little one beneath the skies
amid the Alps and mountains wide love lasts on your heart
and as your young you gotta start.

Slowly,
slowly.
Slowly,
slowly.
Slowly,
slowly.
Growing tall and gracefully.
You don’t mind my selfishness
nor my foolish teenage angst because love lasts on my heart
and as I’m young I gotta start.

Slowly,
slowly.
Slowly,
slowly.
Slowly,
slowly.
Growing tall and gracefully.


As Years Go By

Behind their flags
nothing but fear and death.

Below all clouds
flash lights ease the pain as years go by.

As years go by
As years go by
As years go by
As years go by

Behind blue eyes
a stranger speaks and hides.

Below the sun
no one seems to have been born as one.

As years go by
As years go by
As years go by
As years go by





Vogelnest

He was a child partly lost
brings a change in perception and turns laughter to fear.
within his dreams and his hopes and his sins and her heart.

And he was a child completely
lost within breathtakingly
pretty subjects caught in nets kept like pets in his heart.

And now this old child’s on his way
to fall out his nest any day
but his urges run blind with his duties in sight and he moans.

 
Take       me
home
mother
take       me
home where I belong
 
to when and all I ever have held on.

 
Take       me
home.
 
Take       me
home.
 
Take       me
home.
 
 
home where I belong.
We keep them shiny fresh and clean
for all the times we come and see
cast aside this bore of life

PURE INNOCENCE FOREVER WHITE.



All That Ever Could Have Been

My soul deteriorates at least
beneath green alpine fields
Oh precious witness of my life
don’t drag don’t fall behind.

As heavy hearted I collect
my thoughts to bring me back
to all that ever could have been
and to all that that was and will.

Kind mothers
mild summers
and log-eared albino bunnies.

Green backyards
french postcards
and tender love for chocolate pop-tarts.

Red cheeks and white milk-teeth
long shall we live to see this.


Weep, Gently Weep

Weep gently weep within
your twenties and your urge to be.

Far from shore far from home
and from the bore the years brought along.

Weep eternally within
soft skin and your urge to see.

Your spirit soar and climb and rise to distant heights within disguise.

Wanderlust, here you are
Wanderlust, here you are

Wanderlust, here you are