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Mandrake

there's a thing buried in the soil

of my front yard

five hundred years beneath the ground

I'm digging down

there's a boy buried deep

under the green

hear him sing a little song

sometimes I sing along

but when you pull on him

he screams

if God is a child

why won't he play with me?

why won't you play with me?

we will walk in the hazy rays

of the fading day

and when the boy beneath the ground

sings his song

we'll sing along

we will swim through summer's blood

we will play like God

and as we play, angels applaud

we will play like God

in my front yard

in my front yard…

Gold Dragon

see the lights behind me

no more beauty do they hold

out here where darkness dances

and everything is cold

one look into your

fathomless eyes

and fire rains down

in the black velvet night

firewater

baptize me

wash me clean

and drown my dreams

they're draining me…

I dreamed you were an angel

but for all your cherub feathers

I think you are the devil

risen in black leather

but your face is an oasis

shining out of the black

I know I've crossed over

and I'm never going back

I saw a dragon on the mountain

his scales glittered gold

sometimes I feel his fire

now it breathes inside my soul

one look into those

bottomless eyes

and something gives inside

I know I won't get out of this alive…

Clockstopper

for one frozen beat

there's a place we can meet

look for me

look away out your window

and stop the tick-tock

dragging us away

and stop the wicked clock

from stealing all our days

let me tell you a story

as miles away you lay

with the dream slayer

let me tell you a fable

whispered in your silent places

jesus made this heart for you

but you will never claim it

saw us in a dream

we were like children

we were green and we were holy

alive and forever

but this is just a dream

woven between two heartbeats

and this can never be

Road Trips Like Odysseus'

do you see angels in the lights

on Fifth and Green tonight

the way lost children cry

in tattered, ragged people's eyes

don't you see heaven in the way

that we played crazy games?

don't you go running out the door

after something

that's not there anymore?

and letters never mailed

each one containing

a desperate attempt

to write a different ending

pave the road to somewhere

somewhere west not far from here

for road trips like Odysseus'

his dashboard light

must have canonized his tears

don't you see heaven in the way

we found an innocent insane?

don't you go running into midnight

searching for something

in distant lights?

yeah

so do I

Clinton Avenue Fanfare

at the end of the century

I still walked down the same old streets

let the record reflect that I was here

everything was green and there was no fear