NEWS

Paper Dolls

Boys who like their paper dolls can wait.
Whatever the sign I’ll blow your mind every time.

I’ll light them on fire!

Boys who love their paper dolls can cry.
I took them away!
I stomped on the paradigm!

I’ll light them on fire!

If you think you need this,
turn off the TV.
Throw way the magazines and
live in the real world.
(“…and you can bet you won’t get very far in this town!”)

It’s OK

You were ahead of the curve
before it was popular.
Before we knew of the sub-culture
you were telling me the stories.
Until it saw it for myself…
thought it was all in your mind
I think I know what you mean when you say you feel “alive”.

It’s OK
if you like Pain.
It’s OK
If it makes you feel better.

People thought you were strange
(and so did I).
I couldn’t help but wonder
what was making you smile.
Now we know about legions
who’ve adopted this style.
I think I know what you mean when you say you feel “alive”.

It’s OK
if you like Pain.
It’s OK
If it makes you feel better.

Now the lines are blurred
and the wires are crossed.
Did you offer yourself
and what did it cost?
Was your father to blame?
Was your mother involved?
This is the sweet mystery that nobody can solve.

It’s OK
if you like Pain.
It’s OK
If it makes you feel better.

You Write Love Songs Too

I walk on as if in a trance…
sustained by Voodoo.
Behind these laughing eyes
There is so much sadness,
Everyone is deceived

You Left Me in the Dream
And I’m still reeling.
How could you
Suddenly stop feeling?

I’m searching for the thing
That could revive me.
Searching strangers.
You write Love Songs, too.
But what do you do,
when someone writes one about you?

You Left Me in the Dream
And I’m still reeling.
How could you
Suddenly stop feeling?

A song can fill the silence and the space.
Chase your presence away from this place.

I’m trying to get through to you
With what we understand:
pretty metaphors and chord progressions.
Trying to get you listen
to this fading t r a n s m i s s i o n .

You Left Me in the Dream
And I’m still reeling.
How could you
Suddenly stop feeling?

The Doves

Today they cleared the eaves where the Doves used to sleep.
When I found that they had flown away,
it took my power of speech.
My conduit to other lives, a wrinkle in time,
as long as they both persevered,
I thought we would be fine.

And now I’m going insane thinking about it!

I told you once that I’d never leave you,
but I told you twice, boy, that I never misplace faith.
You told me once that you’d always love me,
but we both know how words float like feathers on the wind.

Tonight I’m in my room with my back to the moon.
I don’t trust Her secret ways (and neither did you).
The rustle of the sacred wings…a whisper in the trees.
The night has place my broken heart in greater unease.

I told you once that I’d never leave you,
but I told you twice, boy, that I never misplace faith.
You told me once that you’d always love me,
but we both know how words float like feathers on the wind.

I told you once that I’d never leave you,
but I told you twice, boy, that I never misplace faith.
You told me once that you’d always love me,
but we both know how words fade like Dove calls at dawn.

Meadowlark

Underneath some hedges lover talk in poetry.
I’ve been watching everything,
wishing it was you and me.
But I know better than to dream!

It’s been too long.
It’s getting hard to leave this room.

I’ve been watching everything,
wishing it was you and me.
But I know better than to dream!

It’s been too long.
It’s getting hard to leave this room.

And the same old clouds are forming.
And those lover-words are hard to keep hearing!
The static in the air is increasing
and somewhere in the world a girl is weeping.

It’s been too long.
It’s getting hard to leave this room.

Angelyne

Angelyne likes to pretend that she’s still 17.
She thinks the world will fall at her feet.
Angelyne moves with the purpose of a mean machine.
She’s lost in the cold embrace of Hollywood conceit.

At night she sleeps with hope in her heart.
She knows next week will see her rising start.
The signs, the lines…her beauty’s faded now.
The clock counts down inside this messed up town.

Angelyne…

Angelyne lives every moment on the movie screen.
She’s got a determination that borders on obscene.

You can put a face to a name,
but you can’t always buy fame.
You can use the knife, roll the dice, but
you can’t always hold aback time.
It’s ok to go with the flow, but
this act has gone too far.
If you play the part with too much heart,
you forget who you really are.

Angelyne…it’s ok to go with the flow, if you know where you’re going….

Angelyne smiles from a billboard on Olveira Street.
We laugh, but keeping up that spectre is no easy feat.

You can put a face to a name,
but you can’t always buy fame.
You can use the knife, roll the dice, but
you can’t always hold aback time.
It’s ok to go with the flow, but
this act has gone too far.
If you play the part with too much heart,
you forget who you really are.

Angelyne…it’s ok to go with the flow, if you know where you’re going….

Those Days

Before the rise of the console
Before the 24-7 feeds
When you could pack in a club or a record store with ease.
Back in the day of the mix tape
In a “kindler, gentler” time—
Before we plugged in, we connected hearts and minds.

Not knowing everything all the time
Was the way to keep us young and alive

Those Days were some of the best days.
Those Days make me smile.
Those Days were some of the best days.
Those Days make me smile.

Back in the day of the Blue Dress
And the Bittersweet Symphony.
I remember how it was before the mp3.
Now it’s the dawn of the new dead
In the bubble of the digital wave.
It’s a struggle every day to have something left to say.

Now everyone is so bored.
You’re already a hundred years old by the time you’re born.

Those Days were some of the best days.
Those Days make me smile.
Those Days were some of the best days.
Those Days make me smile.

I think we might be going
Backwards and insane.
Someone wants to plant a burning cross
Into my brain.

Those Days were some of the best days.
Those Days make me smile.
Those Days were some of the best days.
Those Days make me smile.

Ambition

You’ve researched the places
the faces
and you’ve no regrets.
You made yourself “perfect”,
but they took you on a ride you’ll never forget.

You’ve gone too far again.
As much as things change,
They stay the same.

You’re feelings made hollow.
You’ll face them tomorrow.
Ambition and unrest:
They took you on a ride you’ll never forget.

You’ve gone too far again.
As much as things change,
They stay the same.

They told you you were born to be a star,
but look where they left the lonely girl:
Trapped in some strange hotel room
without a friend in the world.

You’ve gone too far again.
As much as things change,
They stay the same.

So, You Like Techno?

So, you say you like it.
That it makes you move.
When you’re under the spell of the beat,
you’re a slave to the groove.

(Tell her you want her and everything falls apart.
Tell her you love her and everything falls in place.)

You say you like Techno and that Disco won’t do.
You used to dig hiphop and the old Rakim loops.
You’ve lost the taste for drum n bass….the fever for jungle.
To rock the people in this place, it’s got to be Techno.

You can feel soul
reach across the floor
She’s the kind of maverick design
you just can’t ignore.

(Tell her you want her and everything falls apart.
Tell her you love her and everything falls in place.)

You say you like Techno and that Disco won’t do.
You used to dig hiphop and the old Rakim loops.
You’ve lost the taste for drum n bass….the fever for jungle.
To rock the people in this place, it’s got to be Techno.

So, the timing’s right.
And your fate is sealed…
A Casualty of love at first site
and the game is revealed.

(Tell her you want her and everything falls apart.
Tell her you love her and everything falls in place.)

You say you like Techno and that Disco won’t do.
You used to dig hiphop and the old Rakim loops.
You’ve lost the taste for drum n bass….the fever for jungle.
To rock the people in this place, it’s got to be Techno.

Deconstruct

I’ve been thinking for miles and miles
wondering what to say
even though the rain is telling me
something different today.
now I’m putting the pieces together..
Deconstructing the truth
I’ve been wondering what ever happened to my point of view.
(my fears compressed underneath me…and yet I feel them attempting to seize me)

I want to make something great
Something timeless and true with real spiritual weight.
You could break it down today, tomorrow or in the next life, it will still feel right.

I’ve been having some reservations…
Insecurity reigns.
I’ve been growing tired and weary of the daily and mundane.
Now the voice in my head is screaming: “Take this all away.”
I’m in a difficult situation and I don’t know if I should stay.
(my words…do they have real meaning? or do I just need to hear myself talking?)

I want to make something great
Something timeless and true with real spiritual weight.
You could break it down today, tomorrow or in the next life, it will still feel right.

(Be free and free up your mind. If you look there, you might like what you find.)

I want to make something great
Something timeless and true with real spiritual weight.
You could break it down today, tomorrow or in the next life, it will still feel right.