Encore: Dark Hole Again      


Michael Timmins


Stuck in that dark hole again.
Someone throw me a ladder
on which I can depend.
Someone give me a handhold
to help me ascend.
Someone give me a reason
to start up these walls once again.

Lost in those gray clouds again.
Trying to punch my way through them
as fear settles in.
Earth growing larger as I fall into a spin.
Someone give me a reason
to take on those gray clouds again.

Caught in this rip tide again.
My mouth wide open,
the sea pouring in.
Perhaps I'll just float here
and see where this journey ends.
Until someone gives me a reason
to stay clear of those rip tides again.

Encore: Hollow As A Bone (Revisited)     


Michael Timmins


She hugged his head so hard to her heart
it made her gasp for air.
If this was not the way Love felt
then for Love she did not care.
"I want to run beside a moving train
yelling farewells in the rain.
The tears that fall will be bittersweet,
'cause I know I'll see him again."

If I lost you know I would feel as hollow as a bone.

He could not help but hang his eyes
her beauty held him so.
If this was not a state of Grace
then, Grace, he'd never know.
"I want to yell farewell from a crowded pier
just me and a thousand goodbyes.
The tears that fall will be bittersweet,
'cause soon she'll be back my side."

If I lost you know I would feel as hollow as a bone.

"You won't lose me ", he replied,
"together our lives have been sewn.
If I lost you now I would feel as hollow as a bone.
We will kiss goodnight under a starlit sky
whisper oaths at a lumbering moon,
dream sweet dreams until the morning comes
and serves us the dawn in our room."
If I lost you now I would feel as hollow as a bone.

Follower 2      


My father's stories fell upon us
Filled us with his light
Gospels, fertile minds
Taking root, taking root

His pocket change would jingle
Sacramental bells
Heads tucked low
Sneaking peaks, sneaking peaks

And the rain comes down
It's dark, and the browns
Begin to bite
Here you will always be
Behind me, and you will not go away

There he sleeps, an untamed land
Dark corners yet discovered

His heart yet to be
Trod upon, trod upon

I can't bare to hear his breathing
Simply knowing what's to come

I can't bare to hear your breathing
Knowing what's to come

Handouts In The Rain      


Richie Havens


You can talk about your neighbor
You can grab him by the collar
You can hurt him only if he hollers
"Let me go…let me go"

But we all know that’s old-fashioned
And it can only lead to pain
Where we might end up on the corner
Taking handouts in the rain

You can bomb your foreign brother
You can hurt him until he dies
You can kill him until he never asks you why
You’re on his land…you’re on his land

But we all know that’s all over
And that can only lead to blame
Where we might end up for our country
Taking handouts in the rain

You can trample on your sister
You can hurt her only if she cries
You can hurt her only if she cares
With all her heart…with all her heart

But we all know she’d be a mother
And that could only lead to shame
Where she might end up for her children
Taking handouts in the rain

Teach your children stories
You can fill them full of lies
You can make them all despise
One another…one another

But when they all find out later
And they call us by our rightful names
And send us shamefully to old age
Taking handouts in the rain
Taking handouts in the rain
Taking handouts in the rain

I Don't Want To Be A Soldier     


John Lennon


Well I don't wanna be a soldier mamma, I don't wanna die
Well I don't wanna be a sailor mamma, I don't wanna fly
Well I don't wanna be a failure mamma, I don't wanna cry
Well I don't wanna be a soldier mamma, I don't wanna die
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no

Well I don't wanna be a rich man mamma, I don't wanna cry
Well I don't wanna be a poor man mamma, I don't wanna fly
Well I don't wanna be a lawyer mamma, I don't wanna lie
Well I don't wanna be a soldier mamma, I don't wanna die
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no

INSTRUMENTAL

Well I don't wanna be a beggar mamma, I don't wanna die
Well I don't wanna be a theif now mamma, I don't wanna fly
Well I don't wanna be a churchman mamma, I don't wanna cry
Well I don't wanna be a soldier mamma, I don't wanna die
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
Hit it!

INSTRUMENTAL

Well I don't wanna be a soldier mamma, I don't wanna die
Well I don't wanna be a sailor mamma, I don't wanna fly
Well I don't wanna be a failure mamma, I don't wanna cry
Well I don't wanna be a soldier mamma, I don't wanna die
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no

I’m tilting on the break of shit
Decisions making in my life
Makes me loose it I ain’t taking it this way I ain’t making it
There n mistakes but if I’m wrong I will pay for it
Like them bills I hate to pay
Today I stay brave to win every day I’m a soldier
I don’t wanna die. I ain’t know killer either
So why does mama cry?
She needs to feed her child
But she’s a child in her father’s eyes
Ya’ll better recognize
The power parents recking with
Does it make sense to make way for censorship?
It’s brains we messing with
Across the planes we got kids n chains and whips
Who live their lives censor less but we couldn’t give a shit.
I don’t wanna lie
Cheaters will cheat
Some will rather reach Jesus
Before meeting defeat
I think it’s easy to see I you be seeing these streets
Sometimes my eyes
Can’t believe what they see,
On TV, young like me sent over seas
Sent over greed I believe
Is this what we need?
Yo these guys like me.
To add fire to the fuel
Life twisted my views
Just from flicking the news
I gives me the early 21st century blues
But we making it threw
Make what you make it
You can’t redo what you do
I’m the living proof making it threw the 21st century blues
Peace.

Isn't It A Pity     


George Harrison


Isn't it a pity
Now, isn't it a shame
How we break each other's hearts
And cause each other pain
How we take each other's love
Without thinking anymore
Forgetting to give back
Isn't it a pity

Some things take so long
But how do I explain
When not too many people
Can see we're all the same
And because of all their tears
Their eyes can't hope to see
The beauty that surrounds them
Isn't it a pity

Isn't it a pity
Isn't is a shame
How we break each other's hearts
And cause each other pain
How we take each other's love
Without thinking anymore
Forgetting to give back
Isn't it a pity

Forgetting to give back
Isn't it a pity
Forgetting to give back
Now, isn't it a pity

It Doesn't Really Matter Anyway     


The singer brought her to tears
But they were my words not hers
What I said, or didn't say
It doesn't really matter anyway

Beside me, you looked so small
So I'm the one now that makes you crawl
A misplaced word, nothing brutish
Can serve as the sand to extinguish the flame
It doesn't really matter anyway

It doesn't really matter anyway
It doesn't really matter anyway
It doesn't really matter anyway
It doesn't really matter anyway

 Last Spike      


Michael Timmins


Mornings feel so damn sad these days
without the call of the 8:15.
That old familiar echo has finally died away
leaving nothing but a chill
where there once was a mighty scream.

And I've watched the flat cars
take away our timber.
I've watched the coal cars steal our rock.
And now that we've got
nothing left to take we're told
that the wheels will stop turning,
the whistles will stop blowing,
these foolish dreams must stop.

Last year they closed down the post office,
took the only flag we had in town.
That old brick building still stands like a cenotaph
to a vision lost and buried in a very distant past.

And I've watched the flat cars
take away our timber.
I've watched the coal cars steal our rock.
And now that we've got
nothing left to take we're told
that the wheels will stop turning,
the whistles will stop blowing,
these foolish dreams must stop.

The longest train I've ever seen
was the train that you were on.
I walked you to the station,
we kissed and you were gone.
I dream at night about you coming home.
The train in the station, your uniform on fire
as you step onto the platform
the band plays a little louder,
and as we embrace your cap falls off.
Oh, I guess these foolish dreams must stop.

Mornings feel so damn sad these days
without the call of the 8:15.
Looks like this town is finally going to die away
leaving nothing but broken promises
where there once was small town dreams.

And I've watched the flat cars
take away our timber.
I've watched the coal cars steal our rock.
And now that we've got
nothing left to take we're told
that the TV station will be closing,
Main Street windows will need boarding,
that these foolish dreams must stop.

Mountain     

You speak your love
You turn, are gone
What kind of love
You thinking of

Can you tell me how this mountain got so high

Moments worth
The price of myths
Lifting from our fingertips
Reaching for the next hand hold on the wall

How'd this mountain get so high
How'd this mountain get so high
Can someone tell me how this mountain got so high

Step by step
We take on weight
The trick is now
To separate
Secure the good
Leave the rot behind

How'd this mountain get so high
How'd this mountain get so high
Can someone tell me how this mountain got so high

No need for answers
But give them choice
A simple place
To hear their voice

Can someone tell me how this mountain got so high

How'd this mountain get so high
How'd this mountain get so high
Can someone tell me how this mountain got so high

My Little Basquiat     


My little boy on the kitchen floor
(my little basquiat)
Stick men fighting stick dinosaurs
(my little basquiat)
Colours leaping all over the mat
(my little basquiat)
The kitchen floor is where it's at
For my little basquiat

One day
He'll be golden
Maybe chosen
Perhaps to lead
One day
He'll be shaken
Maybe taken
Perhaps to bleed

My big girl swinging from the bars
(my little comaniche)
Fist of stone flying above the yard.
(my little comaniche)
Halfway up is halfway down
(my little comaniche)
Or maybe it's the other way around
For my little comaniche

One day
She'll be moonlight
Maybe too bright
Perhaps, to shine
One day
She'll be found out
Maybe ground down
Perhaps she'll cry

My little girl on her mothers lap
(my little panchen lama)
Sucking on her fingers, surveying the roadmap
(my little panchen lama)
Seems to be the only one around
(my little panchen lama)
That sees the red lights at the end of town
(my little panchen lama)

One day
They'll be older
Maybe bolder
Perhaps, than me
One day
They'll be rising
Maybe living
Perhaps, in peace