Alright, here's the lyrical section. I just up and decided one day that I wanted to create more work for myself and split the TVPL into ..LS.. Oh well. I'm just weird like that. That up there on the marquee? That's a song I wrote called It Hurts. You'll never see the rest of it. I never finished it...the rest never came. So I was left with only half a song. Dammo. I hate it when that happens. So anyways, all the same disclaimers and copyrights apply to these puppies. Yes, I realize my lyrics are redundant, most mention God, Monarchs, History, Flowers, or Fruits. Some also mention drugs or booze. I'm a freak. If you get sick of it, hit the back button or go down to the very bottom where you'll find links back to where ever.
ICE SCREAM
31 flavours like Momma made
Kiwi Mango Strawberry Fudge
You once took a trip to Moscow
With your Daddy and you got lost
Looking at Grandpa's pocketwatch
Sometimes being a child is worse
Than being treated like one
If you spill the cake on the floor
No one will want to
Kiwi Mango Strawberry Fudge
You used to read your little picture books
Now it's Economics and Tzars
Guess like Humpty you fell off that wall
And do you sometimes feel like you're
Drowning?
Even though the water's cold you love it
Kiwi Mango Strawberry Fudge
One day your cousin and your neighbour Angela
Pushed you into the pool during your mother's party
Sometimes being a child is worse
Than being treated like one
Kiwi Mango Strawberry Fudge
I NEVER WAS
I never claimed to be Constantine
Maybe you think I did
But open the door and let me out
I never tried to be a mother
Even when you cried to me in the November Evenings
Can't they try to put it under the rug
Because you asked politely.
I drove in the rain
Cherry red against grey
Screaming like a choir member
You took your tickets out of my money
But I always had to pay my own.
No one cared, I guess
The dress was pink
And I had Forget-me-Nots
But you weren't at the wedding
Something non-descript
What we have
It's there
All the angels and martyrs in Heaven know it
I remember things like you
On Sunday Mornings
And the jelly you like
I can't ever get your toast right.
She's better than this
MaybealmostbutnotyetConstantine
Better for you.
KING OF HEARTS
King of Hearts, slow your stride
Think of all the tears she's cried
She's a young girl
And she needs a true friend.
Drop your gun and hear the cry
Freedom rings on the Western Front
She is that which is faint
but red is her pretty flag.
She'll wave it over her garden if you say so.
Sit between Lucifer and the Lady of The Lake
spin your tunes and write your novel.
Be not callous to the Spring Faeries
For frailty, thy name be woman.
Green is black but red is darker
and thought is somewhere in between
Trip through those Daisies
Leave the prettiest roses
and above all, pick the Maiden Posies
Drip your words with double meaning
To better describe what you see--
She is but a young girl
She doesn't care if they're coming
Be in the smoke, forest and trees
Mind the butterflies and yellow bees.
Take off your hat and stay for tea
Bow to her now, she's your innocent Queen.
You're the King of Hearts with a magick voodoo
Change her autumn to spring, then do it all again.
PUSHING UP GARDENS
The older they get
The more mistakes they make
But they sure as hell don't need
Your help
You
Or God's
You
Bury me deep in the dirt
With God.
He pushes up marigolds
And the bluebells and azaleas
Dainty heather that girls named
Margaret, Angie, and Lucy
Wear in their hair
Tell those girls in their parades
They don't have to grow up
None of us do really
You dare tell me what I am
God that hurts and pains
He pushes up the marigolds you know
Boy of course you did
He pushes them through me.
ANNELISE (MY DEAR ANNIE)
Guiding Star
Painful scar
Princess in overalls who lived nextdoor.
Why why why is it so
You knew you were always
Annelise, princess
My dear Annie
You loved your books and you loved your paints
And you danced barefoot in the Angelow River
It wasn't really a river
But we thought so
Annelise, princess
My dear Annie
We ate pancakes and I was
Elizabeth and you were
Joan of Arc
And maybe inbetween we'd do chores
Choir practice on Wednesday nights
Annelise, princess
My dear Annie
It seemed like God liked you more
You went to Prom and you got a car
Swore you saw faeries
Try not to cry too hard
Annelise, princess
My dear Annie
Forever remembered as she
Who dared to chase the guiding star
Through the forest
Bear the painful scar
Annelise, princess
My dear Annie.
7TH FLOOR
Empty rooms
Boy you always liked
Yeah you liked them better
7th floor jitters
And sequin dress twitters
Your excuses are moth bitten.
My faith is going up in smoke
Boy yeah you liked them better
Tell me now who you thought you were
How long you thought I'd have stones
In my mouth
Out tumbles a dagger and a match.
7th floor jitters
And sequin dress twitters
I'm feeling a little pyromania.
Full moons do funny things
And Scarlett O'Haras make things clearer
This Southern Comfort is no more.
Try to understand,
Honey sweet pea
I'm not her and I listen only to me.
I've got tickets to L.A
Or somewhere out west
Honey this red dress calls someone
Else's name.
7th floor jitters
And sequin dress twitters
Your 8th floor apartment's in flames.
BILLY'S DREAMS
Her eyes were the colour of a
Starfruit cocktail
Yeah and her words were a
Pineapple promise.
Nothing else in the free world
Is sugar coated except her
Boy you can't see straight
She's no coquette
She's no innocent either
She lives outside your dreams
Follow
Be followed
Billy, because you can't cry yourself
To sleep anymore.
I see Starry Night in your eyes
Do you see it in your dreams too?
Billy
In your dreams
She outlines her eyes in
Lavender sparkles
And she wears her boots with
Everything
She's got a permanent throne
In your head.
Boy you can't think straight
Boy do you cling to your old ways?
Act now think later
Because you don't really need to think.
Billy
Dreams are dreams
And fruit falls off trees.
THE HOUSE WHERE DAY BREAKS
Learn to love the night
You'll soon miss it when it's gone.
Moons and stars are better than
Lovers
Shinier than pearls
And drift in a sea of ink
Day hates a dreamer
Day hates faith
So lie about it.
This is the House where Day Breaks
Always be afraid
Day doesn't just break
It shatters.
JELLIED WISDOM
Little jars of jellied wisdom
Honey they don't keep long
A marriage in Omaha
Sixteen new reasons for you to cry
I break my stones on the Widow's Walk
And Mrs. Conell pours green tea
Keep watching honey
Cause he's never coming home.
I know in your free time
You wear those little girl's
Pointe shoes
Chili pepper red
Sounds good to me.
Little jars of jellied wisdom
Open them on my Widow's walk
Information and knowledge
They taste good on bread
Yeah but the aftershock is hell
Maybe girl we need a little lie
Little lies
Little lies in pies
Get so tired of truth
Especially when it tears
We drink our tea on our
Widow's Walks while
Tsunamis rip up the east
Someone told me me girl you don't
Believe in ghosts
Wake up honey
There's one at your door
Well la dee daa
Kill the violets awake
Kiss the tulips goodnight
Pina Colada isn't a flower
But it's a state in your mind
Well la dee daa
Little jars of jellied wisdom
On Widow Walks of fame.
HOLLOW
Hollow
Who's crying now
Try not to hear
As the beads spill to the floor
Why the pain
Tread lightly when you step.
Is it time
The candles have burned low
Are you hollow
Have you found your Cloud Nine
Feel the floor now
And try not to be
Hollow.
WICHITA TO NEWTON
I wake up early again
I'm dirty and confused again
Except maybe I'm not so dirty
Blink Blink through the cloudy sun
I pick up my violin
In my pretty white evening gloves
And my evening dress
I start to pick my way
Through the grain again
Amidst the grey sky and tiny flowers
And I wonder
Wichita to Newton
Only an hour's drive
Funny how clumsy I am
Sometimes I get lost
Funny how sometimes I am sort of lost
Maybe I need your map
Yes maybe I need your map
Sometimes you know I'd catch you
But boy sometimes you're just downright rude
So I guess that leaves me
In the fields again
So I guess I went too far again
Wichita to Newton
Only an hour's drive
Funny how clumsy I am
Would you believe I'm lost once more
The cops round here get real uptight
Guess that's why they don't like me
Oh and it's true
I'm perfectly rotten sometimes
Pot call the kettle black, boy
I'm a kinfe and you're salt then
But this is pretty rude boy
Thought you'd catch me
Was wrong again
Wichita to Newton
Only an hour's drive
Funny how clumsy I am
I think it's your fault I'm lost again.
CRASHLAND
If I decided today that you didn't matter to me anymore it wouldn't be the same as my own free will because I have none focus on a smaller point and I've come to understand that you're my enemy which I find odd knowing it wouldn't be the same as my others on my knees wondering where all the blue butterflies went away in the winters to Vegas focussing on a smaller point because now I won't stop driving for anyone who believes this is all a game to me or you or anyone else involved while green roadsigns scream for my attention I bask in someone else's glow or someone else's afterglow floating clinging lost giggling with sticky fingers thank you oreo and grenadine if you think things are out of control maybe you should try it while driving late at night and see how you like it then because I do things are bland rash and hectic no one can look me in the eye in this one street town and we're all looking for somewhere to crashland.
IN THE COURT OF THE LIP GLOSS QUEEN
Sliding backwards
And if you've ever felt out of control
I laugh at you
Fall to your knees on my watermelon lawn
In the Court of the Lip Gloss Queen
So take you and your little
White mice dreams
Take them away from this Queen.
My jewels glitter lik tropical fruits
Fuzzy like peach
They're blinding
She deserved it--that whore
You and your Nausicaa
Sing your showercurtain love songs
To deserting muses in June
If those are my buttons you're pressing
Die on your knees in the Court
Of the Lip Gloss Queen.
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