not all right

My brother and I used to be the best of friends. We'd run, and we'd play, and we'd talk until the day's end. That all started to change when our parents took their sides. He was far too young to be able to decide.

He said to me, "It will be all right".
He lied.

Then seven long years passed, and he lived in another town. A vagrant was he, with a self-indulgent and inscribed frown. I had no idea what happened, but he blamed her for all of it. The drugs, and the lies, and the women, and his conscience.

He said to me, "It will be all right".
He lied.

It got better, and it got worse. He never lost that unshakeable charm. But divorce shook him harder than the filth going into his arms. I look to God and wonder how he's made true all of my dreams, but his love and his family are thrown away under his feet.

He said to me, "It will be all right,
it will be all right".
He lied, it's not all right even though I've tried.

sappy dappy

sometimes i'll read
a sappy sparks novel
to find out how the
world should be

but it will never
turn out the right way
if she's not here
with me

new orleans, louisiana

as we walked we saw thousands
of charred black faces
none of them would ever
find a home
they say that you can tell
a civilization
by where the corpses lie when
their souls are gone

two accused hang
by their necks
a crime that
only they know for sure
charged for what it was
they were carryin'
we know they were carryin' more
than they were before

can we offer some kind of relief
to the battered and broken city
of new orleans
x2

it washed away a lifetime
of memory
a son, a daughter
no more
we scrape, and we clean
and we hurry
but when time's your last friend
you don't know what you're hurrying toward

we hope and we pray and it makes us
feel significant
like a thoughtful word can
create legitimate change
but if you aren't out there
fighting on the front lines
you'll never meet the enemy face to face

i wanted to write a new song
but didn't know just what to say
thought that if i start typing
it would come out anyway

i've never written anything
that wasn't about a pretty girl
but this song just ain't about you
though you're the prettiest in the world

no, this songs about a band i know
i met them actually tonight
they're called OZMA and they rock!
and they roll! they roll all night!

OZMA
the greatest band in the world
OZMA
maybe we'll open for you some day
OZMA
your keyboard player's hot
even though she didn't give me
any play

Coffee (Kyna's Song)

the light has not taken its place
the will remain ours
a single raindrop falls in place
we would wish if we could only see the stars

i stand and bask in teh Son
your beauty an effervescent glow
a fleeting encapsulation
if only i could never let go

what do we do
what do we do
when i'm not sleeping
and your work is through
if i can see
you here with me
then we'll drive until
we can get some decent coffee

i pray that it will not have been in vain
on my knees, God take my hand
this demon on my back be slain
as long as it coincides with your plan

the april rain will carve in me a hole
to watch it fall and your eyes shine is all i need
this weight took its toll
my eyes ungilded and bright, i can see

what do we do
what do we do
when i'm not sleeping
and your work is through
if i can see
you here with me
then we'll drive until
we can get some decent coffee

what do we do
what do we do
when i'm not sleeping
and your work is through
we'll stay right here
and i'll hold you dear
have i told you you
intoxicate me

i don't need to stinkin' coffee

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