Musing with Relient

 I'll tell you flat out, it hurts so much.  And I just pray my problems go away if they are just ignored, but that's not the way it works.  If and when I get, get myself from this clouded mind, I'll let myself settle down, I'm so ready to be found.  I've thrown away, the hope I had in friendships, I've thrown away the secret to find and end to this, and I just pray my problems go away if they are just ignored, but that's not the way it works.  Any control I thought I had, just slips right through my hands.  That it there, I confess, I'll blame all this on my selfishness.  Ya you love me, and that consumes me.  You give me hope, and hope it gives me life, you touch my heavy heart, and when you do you make it light, and I answer you, though I hardly make a noise, from my lips, the words I choose to say seem pathetic, but it's a fallen mans praise, because I love you.  When I go down, I lift my eyes to you, I won't look very far, because you'll be there with open arms, to lift me up again, to lift up again.

This is so unnerving, but I'll just to accept, that my mind is so inept, and all that there is left is to trust you.  Put the emphasis on the evidence, begging for the proof.  

Musing with Sean

 Everyday.  No matter what.  Where I let go.  And it's down with these endings I've written in my mind.  Goodbye.  The Pacific's out there somewhere.  Order seems to rise and it gives a weary heart some hope.  It's down with defending those hiding knifes with words sounding kind (mine).  Goodbye.   Stop believing everything you think.  Goodbye.  

Satellites are falling, for the corridors of power.  In these dark hours.  The red herrings are all around.  Can't you feel the movement from underground.  Trembling earth.  Ah.  Ah. Woo.  Ah.  Ah.  Woo.

Graceland.  The Mississippi delta, shining like a national guitar.  I am following the river, I'm gong to graceland.  Poor boys and pilgrims with families and we are going to graceland.  Reason to believe we will both be received in Graceland.  She said losing love is like a window in your heart, everyone sees the wind blow.  I'm going to Graceland.  My traveling companies are ghosts and empty sockets, but I have reason to believe we will all be received in Graceland.  I see losing love is like a window in your heart, everyone feels the wind blow through.  Graceland, Graceland.  For reasons I cannot explain, there's some part of me that wants to see Graceland.  Reason to believe we will all be received in Graceland.  Oooh, I'm going to Graceland.

When were we led astray.  It's always been this way.  Look in the mirror.  Don't turn away.  This is who we are.  This is nothing new, it's just that now it's in plain view.  How did we end up here.  How come the sudden change.  I owe it to myself dear.  For not enough attention paid.  This is who I am, this is nothing new, it's just that now it's in plain view.  Ah.  This is who I am, this is nothing new, it's just that now it's in plain view.  Now it's in plain view.

She always sleeps on plains.  She's in Yugoslavia, working on a mini series.  Suzie Lightning.  She's in Hungary, she sends postcards home.  Suzie Lightning.  Suzie Lightning.  There's no use crying about, no use trying to hold on.  She lights up the sky, then she's gone.  She's got no time for love, she don't need me now.  Suzie Lightning.  Suzie Lightning.  Suzie Lightning.  Suzie Lightning.  Suzie Lightning.  

Oil on canvas.  It was the dream of some painter, to reach through time and comfort a stranger with troubles like mine.  Aint it good to know, it's all been done before.  It's the jealous brothers of the favored son.  It's the heartache in lovers eyes, it's nice to know it's all been felt before, and it's good to know, and it's nice to know.