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Home is placenta in the alleyway
Home is moldy scraps of yesterday
Home is running from the hand that feeds
Home is the edge of a cloud looking down… when you jump  

Jack in the giants’ new ground
So small just to find your way around
Jack in the Giants new ground
Still learning how to make no sound

We Smell the Blood

Youngest of three
Traded peace for magic seeds
To grow stalks to city skies
Leaving mother far below

Screaming sirens and firemen’s ladders
Much too short to reach
The plane he plans to go
Restless bones and throwing stones

Can’t kill curiosity
Or blow his high wattage fuse
Of thundering giant claps above
The chorus calls for one more harmony

We smell the blood
Of the weakest ones
The tired and the voiceless
Needing shelter from that storm

No eye contact or sudden moves up here
To find my place comfortably with my fears

If I can make it here, I can make it anywhere

Father Francis

Father Francis, this house is falling down
And what are the chances, you could save the sound?
Of the choirs, that play on my tape decks
Untreaded tires, and a hydroplaning wrecks

Father Francis, sunlight seeps through cracks
And what are the chances, I could come back?
A wolf resides, by my pillow at night
Breathing warm sighs, with no taming in sight

Father Francis, your music no longer rings
And what are the chances, I could learn to sing?
Voice shakes again, the ceilings caving in
All epics begin, with vessels lost at sea

Come and post me away from here

This Is My Crowd

This is my crowd, bite marks all around
Teething their tunes, before they make a sound

To fall into graces, with such saintly faces
It is the fury shaking loud
We are the servants, to the sound

This is my crowd, sharpest tongues in town
Cutting their chords, before they hit the ground

This is my crowd, ego trips collide
Bare foot and raw, meat packing heat near High Street

To fall into graces, with such saintly faces
It is the fury shaking loud
We are the servants, to the sound

This is our beat, marking walls in time
Spraying with red paint canisters on Lime Street

To fall into graces, with such saintly faces
It is the fury shaking loud. We are the servants, to the sound

We’ll See

Playing for scraps on Market, near the open road
On a sidewalk stage we hustle, learning to spit code
She caught my eye on ‘don’t walk’, and watched me from the street
Before she fled in a taxi, and made me miss a beat

I know there is more to this
This can’t be all there is… we’ll see
You’ll come around we’ll see
You need the company  

She worked for leather-soled money-men, near the DMV
In a back-room office she hustles, made enough to make ends meet
She came last night to see me, standing in black snow
She’s the only one still clapping, so I followed her back home

I know there is more to this
This can’t be all there is… we’ll see
You’ll come around we’ll see
You need the company  

Layin’ in this tiny room
I can’t hear the wolves howling
but I’ve still gotta leave soon

So just keep coming by
Please just keep coming by
I’m licking these chops for you

You’ll come around we’ll see
You need the company  
Just watch over me
I need your empathy

It could be so wonderful with a little warmth under your quilt

The Stage

It seems like up here in these clouds with you
Stealing from giants and hiding with you
Could it be any better, I don’t know
Can’t get settled here in my bones
What aches in me, I don’t know
It hurts, it hurts, it’s all I know
I’m trying hard not to vanish from your sight
You say I can beat it, I just might

I’m speaking, didn’t you notice, the time it took to write this song for you
Or are you just too lazy?

I imagined you might change your mind

I’m playing now, put your cups down, and hear what I have to say
Or are you just too far away, to hear me now

I imagined you might change your mind

Under the skin we’re in, we’re all the same
But I can’t convey, the way I feel to you

I turn up, and you turn away, salivating for the choice cuts of the night
I think your losing sight

I imagined you might change your mind
I imagined you might make things right

Under the skin we’re in, we’re all the same
But I can’t convey, the way I feel to you

If my language makes no sense, don’t speak for me
But please don’t sit upon the fence, there’s no guarantee
That the words you need the most, written on the marquee
Could ever be spoken in you tongue, in your empty eulogies

These empty words fail us

Under the skin we’re in, We’re all the same
But I can’t convey, the way I feel to you

One Last Fix (INSTRUMENTAL)

It Will All Be Over Soon

I’m free after five pm, should we meet for a drink
Or a walk outside
Or anywhere he’s not around, he’s not around anyway
You just need to decide

There’s footsteps in my hallway, wait it could be him
He hasn’t been here for days
I’m sinking but I can not swim, with these rocks in my mouth
I thought this was just a phase

Honey should I come over soon?
What’s he saying through the walls?
Cover your ears don’t listen
It will all be over soon

I’m gonna claw my way through
Splinters and all for you
I’m gonna claw my way through
I’ve already lost a lot of blood too
And I just need to sleep now
I just need to see you now
Maybe a little food somehow?
Don’t abandon me now

Black Ink

And these big footed fuckers, broke down the front door
Jack was climbing walls, when they threw him to the floor

But he made it through, and he lost those two
But the mobs were gathering, screaming and chanting

We own you, we’ll find you hiding
We made you, we’ll take you away

And he made it to the roof, twenty floors from the pavement
Black sky opened up above, like the ink of her statement

And they moved all around. Backed him wild to the edge
Its sink or swim or jump, lost his will and out of luck

We own you, we’ll find you hiding
We made you, we’ll take you away

I always seem to end up, in these small cells
Not much light from the moon, no fresh air to smell
I should’ve listened, but I’m driven too hard
To squeeze through the bars, on my own (on my own)

You won’t own me, or find me hiding
Or make me, I’m running away

River Current

Failed in the city of the sky, just need to leave it, far behind
With my dirty laundry
I barely made it out with my balls
But they gutted my dreams like a fish at the end of a line
Now it’s me and this little guitar, at the brink of a wilderness
But still too far to sleep
There’s still a pulse that pumps in me
I’ve just gotta re-dream the dream, haunting deeply

And I almost fell in love with this girl
And I almost fell apart for this girl
Now I’m back where I started, alone with no home

The river current pulls me along
Floating lifeless like debris washing out to sea
The footsteps have hushed in the night
I might get to salvage one more of these lives

And I almost fell in love with this girl
And I almost fell apart for this girl
Now I’m back where I started, alone with no home

Sounds Like Magic

Today I met a long haired gypsy wolf
Head high and dressed in sheep’s wool
And he read for me a passage from his book
With inspiration I was overtook

Read to me some more
Can I lay between the pages
Can you tell me what’s in store
If I settle here with you

I followed him with nowhere else to go
To brain-dead and weak to think on my own
But the words seem to sustain me
Disdaining all I’d ever done

And he read to me some more
And I laid between the pages
And he told me what’s in store
I was never safe like this before

I know it sounds like magic, but everything’s been planned for me
This is how it’s supposed to be
Have some faith in me

I’m feeling like I’ve cleansed most of my past
It’s amazing that faith can save so fast
I only want to sing every once in while
But I’ve learned to shake it off with a smile

I know it sounds like magic, but everything’s been planned for me
This is how it’s supposed to be
Have some faith in me

Interlude (INSTRUMENTAL)

Soulful

My winter coat, has grown thick again
And the restlessness has settled in
And it’s easy to walk, along a razors edge
When your soles are made of steel
And I know it’s time to leave, when the swing has lost its feel
I’m an apostle of hypocrisy
In a perfectly original pyramid scheme

No, you can’t back out now, you’ve just settled in
With all the rain in your life, you can’t leave again
The penalties are harshest, for those who stray
Stay in these stagnating waters, my little protégé
Stay

With all the suffering, I keep wondering if you’ll find the time
Hopeless
With all your apathy, as far as I can see, drains divine
Not feeling soulful

Hold on, I’m tired of waiting, for something else to save the day
I’m tired of waiting, and feeling…

Hopelessness drains me to apathy
Hopeless
Billions keep suffering beyond my reach, not feeling soulful
My heart keeps sinking beneath my feet, not feeling soulful
Not feeling soulful

Astray

Home is somewhere I’ll never be never be
But I guess I’ll always, be (a)stray
And feral in some way

Head Out of the Clouds

I can recall, some time ago
Catching waves from above on my radio

But the light burns brighter here, up high
But I can’t justify, all I’ve sacrificed

Its time to get your head out of the clouds
There’s no heaven here anyway

I can recall, lifting off the ground
Propelled through the air like a cannonball

But the wind blows harder here, up high
But I can’t justify, all I’ve sacrificed

Its time to get your head out of the clouds
There’s no heaven here anyway

And all this weight, between these ears
Pulls me through this cotton ball earth
From death to rebirth, and all my lost worth
Burned in the oven of the sun

Its time to get your head out of the clouds
You should know by now, you’re too small to be proud
Its time to get your head out of the clouds
There’s no heaven here anyway
Its time to get your head out of the clouds
Its time to get your head out of the clouds

Jump, Jump Jack

Dirt Under Your Feet

It’s good to see the dirt under your feet, why don’t you follow me home
If they say I could keep you, you know that I would
It’s much easier here, leave your fear, I’ve got a blanket, I know your cold

I’m small like you, and I feel different too from my kind
I think we could sooth the roar that we feel deep inside

So follow me home
You can follow me home...
For a while