A Thousand Pictures

in hope there lies the larger truth     belief that has no need for proof 
 no fear for what i cannot do 
 with no more than a word from you                                                            
 a word that paints a thousand pictures 
in my soul of a loving future  
in my soul there's a thousand pictures
 beautiful pictures of you
                                                
 in truth and work a greener pasture   
a new world alights from the smallest gesture
  and mercy shines on the chosen few   
 no fear for what we cannot do            
  a word that paints a thousand pictures . . .

Yr So Next

It just might be what I'm made of that I'm afraid of
It just might be what I am that has me damned
And if that's the case, I guess that's OK
What else ya gonna do under the sun there's nothing new
Yr not the only one that's shaking
What are you trying to prove under the gun there is no truth
You won't wind up forsaking
But don't feel bad, kid,
It's nothing worse than what St Peter did
Over and over say it ain't so
I'm sorry little man butsometimes that's the way things go
Over and over we can't be thatbad
Oh yeah, we can be that bad
And we have been that bad
And this blood on our hands
Appears tonight by popular demand
That's right, I said popular demand
It just might be all conviction is science fiction
It just might be every question's a good suggestion
And if that's the case then say goodbye to faith
I'm thinking literall of what you cling to so bitterly
And sing of yr submission
To someone else's song that, like this one might have it wrong
Inthe best human tradition
And if that's the case I guess that's OK
Over and over say it ain't so
I'm sorry little man butsometimes that's the way things go
Over and over we can't be thatbad
Oh yeah, we can be that bad
And we have been that bad
And this blood on our hands
Appears tonight by popular demand
That's right, I said popular demand
It just might be what I'mmade of that I'm afraid of . . .
(from the CD "The Panicking of Animals")

Mauser

A son needs his father, a father loves his son
But nothing lasts forever and when the darkness comes
The sorrow doesn't kill you, you only hope it does
There is no tomorrow for some of us tonight
All blessed in his sight, but that don't make it right
There is no tomorrow for some of us tonight
Step into the light and paint the sky white
Parachutes and ladders, certainty and doubt
Money, drugs or true love, find yr own way out
The sorrow starts in whispers that turn into a shout
There is no tomorrow for some of us tonight
All blessed in his sight, but that don't make it right
There is no tomorrow for some of us tonight
Step into the light and paint the sky white
And every once in a while you make and lose the friend
That makes it all worthwhile in a world w/out end
That makes you believe in
A world w/out end
There is no tomorrow for some of us tonight
All blessed in his sight, but that don't make it right
There is no tomorrow for some of us tonight
Step into the light and paint the sky white

(from the CD"The Panicking of Animals")

I Hate to Be Judgemental

I hate to be judgemental but some people make me sick
They way they smile and call you 'honey chile' then turn on you so quick
Social climbing butterflies on their way to the next big clique
I hate to be judgemental but some people make me sick
I hate to be judgemental but some people crack me up
Acting like they the hands of god, think that they so tough
Rationalizing their motives but it's never good enough
I hate to be judgemental but some people crack me up
Yes I hate to be judgemental
But is that what yr gonna wear?
Everybody's judging me, especially that guy over there
I hate to be judgemental
But there's nothing else to do
Everybody's judging me, why shouldn't I judge you?
I hate to be judgemental but how else you gonna choose
Between the things you want to keep and those you'd rather lose?
How can you hold values? how can you form views?
I hate to be judgemental but how else you gonna choose?
I hate to be judgemental, oh, baby that's a lie
I love being all judgemental, 'cause who knows better than I?
I wouldn't think the way I do it if it wasn't so damn wise
I hate to be judgemental, oh, baby that's a lie
cho
(from  the CD "The Panicking of Animals")

I'm Building a Cathedral

It starts w/heart and smarts, the soul charts the hard parts
The mind finds the blind spots, the mouth sells the black arts
The blood is the bass drum, the snare drum that spares none
The blood is a whack, flat black jetpack guitar run
Under the radar we play fair and stay there
Under the bushel our lights shine like prayer
Under the influence   of all that we know
Under the spell of the go, cat, go
Under the spell of a transistor radio
Under the threat or impression of threat
That we haven't seen the best bet yet.
I'm building a cathedral
To the cerebral
In honor of the little thoughts I think I am
It all seems so procedural
In the confessional
A quick humiliation, then the promised land
Under the Boardwalk, Up on the Roof,
Little Richard banging out the gospel truth
And this suddenly an army of mispent youth
All out looking for some small shred of proof
That this whole shooting match ain't a goof
I'm building a cathedral
To the cerebral
In honor of the little thoughts I think I am
It all seems so procedural
In the confessional
A quick humiliation, then the promised land
It ends w/flash and cash, the soul smash, the car crash
The mind finds the kind cut, the mouth fills w/ash
The blood it is a river of no known return
That once was set on fire only to watch it burn
And it fades as we fade as we all fade someday
And nothin's real that fades away
And nothin's real that fades away
And nothin's real that fades away


(from  the CD "The Panicking of Animals")

Now Now

What's gone is well behind her
And the future's trying to find her
Leastways she's still blind to it anyhow
She will waste no sorrow thinking about tomorrow
Because baby all she's got is right now
And it's now now.
The clock is ticking it's ticking tone
And she's alone
Thinking 'bout home
Something tapped her on the shoulder
Leaned in real close and told her
"Now go tell everybody how much you've grown"
What's gone is twisted history
Lovesongs from a murder mystery
What comes she can't can't imagine anyhow
She will waste no sorrow thinking about tomorrow
Because baby all she's got is right now
And it's now now
It's been a long time since they called you young
Would you rather be shot or hung?
When did you stop beating yr wife?
What do you really think of yr life?
What's gone is all around her
And the future will astound her
Cause she knows it's gonna work out fine somehow
She will waste no sorrow thinking about tomorrow
Because baby all she's got is right now
And it's now now

(from the CD "The Panicking of Animals")

Radio Death

When a loud guitar hits hard, like a broken heart
Beating the sound of things falling apart
Beating the language that makes you feel smart
Beating you, making you think that it's art
It's power in the hands of fools now, baby
Radio Death and that's rock and roll
Oh, and I'll be a fool for you now, baby
Radio Death and that's rock and roll
And when a costume fits like this, you can't shake it off
It's all on yr sleeve and it's never enough
It's only belief and it calls itself love
It's only belief and what you do w/it  now
It's power in the hands of fools now' baby
Radio Death and that's rock and roll
But everybody's somebody's fool now, baby
Radio Death and that's rock and roll
Yr thinking too much
Yr thinking too much
Yr thinking too much again. (3x)
Power in the hands of fools now, baby
Radio Death and that's rock and roll
Oh let me be yr little fool now, baby
Radio Death and that's rock and roll

(from  the CD "The Panicking of Animals")

Long Stemmed American Beauty Rose

She wears her loveliness lightly,
Unnoticed, 'cause she's looking out,
Looking on and looking forward, pushing through
That nagging sense of doubt, you know
All those thoughts that suggest we might all be frauds
And confuses our suffering w/just rewards.
But she knows you've got to work yr way
Through all that comes through in a given day
I say know yrself and know no shame
And shed yr sadness until yr true self shows,
My long stemmed American Beauty rose.
The world is just memories and patterns of ghosts
The past is just houses they've haunted,
And if I could I would make this world disappear
And replace it w/whatever she wanted.
She wears her loveliness lightly,
She doesn't know what she's done to the boy
She doesn't know that her smile shatters shadows
She doesn't know that her voice sounds like joy
She brings thoughts that suggest that the dream is real and
That there is no damage that cannot be healed
But she knows you've got to work yr way
Through all that comes through in a given day
I say know yrself and know no shame
And shed yr sadness until yr true self shows
My long stemmed American Beauty rose.

(from  the CD "The Panicking of Animals")