ACCIDENTS WILL HAPPEN
Accidents will happen...
And those who do survive
Straighten out their haloes & get on with life
There's no choosing, no refusing
When you're losing it hurts like hell
We just seem to hang between the feather & the nail
Watch your step...
Accidents will happen...
On ordinary days
Sending you adrift the other castaways
There's no learning, no returning
When you're yearning for something pure
We just seem to hang between the sickness & the cure
Watch your step...
Live & Learn is what they say
It means nothing to me
Cause what you see is what you'll get
And you won't get it free, easily
You won't get it for free
Watch your step...
Lyrics: J (1999)
ALTITUDE
Let me rejuvinate your tired eyes
You look like you could use an attitude
You're going to get some peace of mind for awhile
I'm giving you a bit of altitude
Let me remove you from your prozac haze
And introduce you to a life renewed
You're on to bigger things & better days
I'm giving you a slice of altitude
There should be a prize for learning how not to give a shit
It's almost impossible these days, but I think that I've just mastered it
You're looking better than you have in years
It's good to see you've found some solitude
Don't filter out the screams that no one hears
Just pass along a little altitude
There should be a prize for learning how not to give a shit
It's almost impossible these days, but I think that I've just mastered it
Let me rejuvinate your tired eyes
You look like you could use an attitude
You're going to get some peace of mind for awhile
I'm giving you a bit of altitude
There should be a prize for learning how not to give a shit
It's almost impossible these days, but I think that I've just mastered it
Lyrics: J (1997)
BETTER THINGS
Hate to say I told you so
Falling pedals don't lift the soul
Conductor's finger beats the brow
And you wear the crown
How's it feel in your skin?
Almost godly, without a sin
Pedestals are for the vain
Can you never learn?
You're counting fingers & grabbing straws
What else is left to prove?
Empty shadows roll up & down the walls
Echoing, "You'll never lose"
Can you see the picture?
Crooked, faded in the frame
The piercing silence fills the room
Broken is the crown
Hallowed ground of kindness
Bleeding hearts & blindness
Sacrifice what once was yours
Because you'll never learn
Moving on to better things
Well better things are what she needs
Hope she finds those better things
Cause anything is better than you…
Lyrics: Chris (1997)
BREATHER
Someone stop the world, I want to get off
This isn’t what I bargained for
Nothing is the same, except for the name
And I’m not buying anymore
You’ve got to lie to survive or die an honest bum
Pack a .45 to keep away the scum
Now is not the time to relax…
I need a breather
Someone let me off, think I’ve had enough
I’ve been there, done that anyway
Someone locked the door to keep me in place
I refuse to be a fucking slave
You’ve got to bury your head & bullet-proof your ass
To make it through a day in the lower middle-class
Now is not the time to relax…
I need a breather
Criminals in uniform, cannibals & kiddie-porn
Send your kids to private school or you’d be thinking like a fool
Now is not the time to relax…
I need a breather
Lyrics: J (1997)
CLEAN SLATE
I admit it, I am guilty
For wanting too much, too fast
And taking the last of what was yours to begin with
Now I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I may be late, but can I have a clean slate?
I admit it, it's all my fault
I shouldn't have lost my balls & avoided the calls
You were making to see what was happening with me
I hate me, I hate me
Is it too late, or can I have a clean slate?
I don't know… these things I do
Only get the best of me
I guess I'll leave it up to you
To tell me how it's gonna be
You can blame me, I deserve it
So blame me for White House whores
And all of the wars in the last hundred years
The fall line at Sears, and Superbowl Sundays
And manic Mondays or the depression or maybe inflation
Sorry, I'm sorry
Is it too late, or can I have a clean slate?
I may be late, but I just want a clean slate
Am I too late, or can I have a clean slate?
Lyrics: J (1997)
DEAD TO THE WORLD
Eyes shut tight, so serene
Kill time filling a vacant dream
No will to alleviate
The pain felt deep in the home of hate
You’re dead to the world
No anesthesia for the pain of living
You’re dead to the world
You’re dead to the world
No anesthesia for the pain of living
You’re dead to the world
Our time is spent keeping out of range
From the imminent things we can’t change
You’re not made exclusively
To bear the mark of tragedy
You’re dead to the world
No anesthesia for the pain of living
You’re dead to the world
You’re dead to the world
No anesthesia for the pain of living
You’re dead to the world
Your job’s a joke, the pay’s not enough
You’re not the only one who’s had it rough
It’s what you do, not what you say
That makes you who you are today
Below your means is where you will be
Reflecting back all your misery
Don’t you get sick of nothing to gain?
Well, something positive always comes from the pain
You’re dead to the world
No anesthesia for the pain of living
You’re dead to the world
You’re dead to the world
No anesthesia for the pain of living
You’re dead to the world
Lyrics: J (1991)
DERAILED
It takes a near-death situation
To realize that you're alive
Inflated self-importance
A catastrophic lie
Aren't you a dog in the manger?
Just living in the queue
Maybe you're a jaded stranger
That I once thought I knew
You don't like what I say, go & live your own way
You don't like what I say, you won't give…
You don't need anyone, Mr. Invincible
When your demons have prevailed
You'll be left derailed
So you're feeling disillusioned
With the plainness of it all
Well, you could take it standing
But you prefer to crawl
Before you languish in the wreckage
Take a stab at being clear
Let the real world know you're out there
Or it will disappear
You don't like what I say, go & live your own way
You don't like what I say, you won't give…
You don't need anyone, Mr. Invincible
When your demons have prevailed
You'll be left derailed
Lyrics: J (1996)
DOG YEARS
My mirror never lies, it bares a cold reflection
Of charcoal-painted eyes & brutal imperfection
I don't delude myself, the truth is staring holes right through my face
A living, breathing disappointment to the human race
The fractured moments fade, no clarity required
Behind my barricade, the "nothing" I've inspred
It's not unusual, the comforts of a life in disarray
Feel so familiar to a fatalistic throwaway
I love myself, I hate myself, I can't make up my mind
Can't relate to anybody else, I'm hung up in the grind
Look who's been out driving blind
Here comes another year to take out for a spin
My 32nd second chance to take it on the chin
I live one day & feel a week, my time disappears
These are my dog years…
I sleep in vertigo, I wake up in confusion
Ruled by the ebb & flow of living in seclusion
I can't control myself, my logic shifting wildly out of frame
No point in eagerness, tomorrow's just the fucking same
I love myself, I hate myself, I can't make up my mind
Can't relate to anybody else, I'm hung up in the grind
Look who's been out driving blind
Here comes another year to take out for a spin
My 32nd second chance to take it on the chin
I live one day & feel a week, my time disappears
These are my dog years…
My mirror never lies, it bares a cold reflection
Of charcoal-painted eyes & brutal imperfection
I don't delude myself, the truth is staring holes right through my face
A living, breathing disappointment to the human race
Lyrics: J (2001)
DROWNING
I'll show you a picture of what I used to be
Now I'm a creature of my atrocities
Drowning in an ocean of tears you've bore
Windswept in sorrow, won't make it to the shore
Won't you save me, take me to higher ground?
Voices in my head are growing very loud
Won't you help me, need shelter from the rain
Don't you go behind my back & take my name in vain
Battered by the tide, scuttled from inside
Sinking - I'm going down, drifting - I'm gonna drown
Lifeless in the water, reaching for the sand
Wonder where tomorrow's gone & yesterday began
How did I let myself fall into the sea?
About to go under, clinging to hypocrisy
Searching in amber for bodies of lies
Tell me what's the last thought before the body dies?
Will you come & rescue me, I'm feeling numb
All soldiers are dead, but there will be more to come
Battered by the tide, scuttled from inside
Sinking - I'm going down, drifting - I'm gonna drown
Lyrics: Chris (1995)
EIGHTY-SIX
Take a look across the floor
And think of all the faces you can recognize
No one seems to know your name
Although you are the only one not in disguise
It’s a case of pretended animation
Failing at their classroom reputation
Huddled tightly into cliques
One might think it’s eighty-six again
Eighty-six again
Take a seat & have a drink
I hope you have a story you can tell them all
Kiss their ass & pump them up
And tell them of their glory days that you recall
It’s a case of intended fabrication
Figments of their own imagination
Talking lunchroom politics
Seems to look like eighty-six again
Eighty-six again
1st Grade, 2nd Grade, 3rd Grade (Held back)
4th Grade, 5th Grade, 6th Grade (Flunked again)
7th Grade, 8th Grade, 9th Grade (Got laid)
10th Grade, 11th Grade, 12th Grade (Graduate)
Lyrics: J (1997)
EYES WIDE OPEN
My clock is staring back at me
It's 4am & I can't close my eyes
High on beer & cigarettes
I am euphoric & anaesthetized
Ceiling tiles my only view
No sugarplums are dancing in my head
Welcome to my ritual
Step inside & see the walking dead
Goddamn, I need serenity
Dosed up in the conscious world
Another time for killing time
Eyes wide open
My clock is laughing in my face
It's 5am & I can't close these eyes
Tangled up in sweaty sheets
I am euphoric & anaesthetized
Goddamn, I need tranquility
Dosed up in the conscious world
Another time for killing time
Eyes wide open
My heavy head & swollen eyes
Are left to argue with sobriety
The naked backdrop of the dark
Waits for my approach admission-free
Lyrics: J (1996)
FAMILY TREE
I'm sitting in my family tree, fascinated by the things I see
This is where I want to be, here in the family tree
Afraid to climb & scared to fall, and by the irony of it all
I think I'll stay here for awhile
I'm hanging from my family tree, barely tethered to my pedigree
Will there be a place for me, away from the family tree?
Can't see where tomorrow lies, looking through a baby's eyes
I guess I'll wait until it comes
What a strange thing, to be living, what a strange thing
I'm falling from my family tree, no more clinging to my history
This is how it's meant to be, leaving the family tree
Tender, green & weather-blown, off into the great unknown
Looks like a good time for a ride
What a new thing, to be living, what a new thing
I'm planting my own family tree, and the seed of all that's yet to be
It's my own kind of legacy, sown is the family tree
I'm proud of what I'll leave behind, a tiny piece of the grand design
Knowing I've served my family well
What a good thing, to be living, what a good thing
What a good thing, to be living, such a good thing
Lyrics: J (1997)
HELP ME MAKE IT THROUGH
Mother, won't you lift me up & save me from myself?
It’s just a simple crucifix to place upon my shelf
Many years ago & I know I can’t live without desire
Help me walk away to another end
I’m finding much too soon that I’m without a friend
Help me save myself...nothing I can do
Pull me out of the cold, cold rain
Won’t you help me make it through?
Sister, won’t you guide my way cause I need some relief
Changing morality cause I’m in disbelief
Many years ago & I know I can’t live without desire
These questions rack my brain, crumbling inside
Sinners pull me in, conscience run & hide
Help me save myself...nothing I can do
Pull me out of the cold, cold rain
Won’t you help me make it through?
Lyrics: Chris (1995)
HOPE CHEST
My adversaries would be proud, I'm wading through the red
Buried underneath a shroud of water I can’t tread
Times like these give up no answers, truth & wisdom hard to reach
Just stolid methods of survival, lessons that no one could teach
My hope chest...
Some will say it’s critical, but it’s still undefined
The acid test has all but failed in proving that I’m blind
Scars like these don’t fade so quickly, it’s a fact we all will face
My dignity remains untainted in its secret hiding place
My hope chest…
My enemies are laughing loud & egos have been fed
Sewn up in a heavy shroud of ties they can’t unthread
Self-protection is intrinsic, it’s become my saving grace
My dignity remains untainted in its secret hiding place
My hope chest…
Lyrics: J (1999)
I AM NOTHING
Candles light your empty face, across me at the table
Lost in ashes are the cinders of my burning flame
Beg to differ if you must, are you completely able?
It’s hard to gain one trust when the fighting has begun
This is my life…my ambition
I’m sending you the signs but we’ve lost transmission
You made me swallow all my pride & ripped the sparkle from my eyes
My dear…you made me hate you
You wanted every part of me, which left nothing here for myself
My dear…now I am nothing
Your kingdom crumbled while the water wheels froze to glass
Black & white you write & wait for my desecration
The master’s drawn the lines that I the slave can never pass
How can you sustain this reflection in my eyes?
What is your life…all fabrication?
Now that the thread is pulled you've lost all translation
You made me swallow all my pride & ripped the sparkle from my eyes
My dear…you made me hate you
You wanted every part of me, which left nothing here for myself
My dear…now I am nothing
Lyrics: Chris (1999)
JULIAN
Julian, can you see me?
We’ve never met, but I’m here nonetheless
Julian, can you hear me?
Cause I’ve got this feeling that I must confess
If there’s one thing I’ve learned
From every time I’ve been burned
It’s what you bring to the living
Not what you take to the grave
Good things come in good time, for you Julian
Julian, listen to me
I talk to myself like I’m talking to you
Julian, don’t you hear me?
I’m promising all the things we will do
If there’s one thing I’ve learned
From every time I’ve been burned
It’s what you bring to the living
Not what you take to the grave
Good things come in good time, for you Julian
Julian, are you out there?
I know your patience must be wearing thin
Julian, are you somewhere?
No I won’t give up, if you won’t give in
If there’s one thing I’ve learned
From every time I’ve been burned
It’s what you bring to the living
Not what you take to the grave
Good things come in good time, for you Julian
Lyrics: J (1997)
LAWMAKER
Left my thoughtless mind in the past
In a land controlled by Republicans & Socialists
Standing in a place where no one leads
Playing politics is all we see
Line up behind them or you're a threat
To the peace & harmony we'll soon regret
Stand up, be heard before it's too late
Goodbye sacred freedoms, we can't wait
Lawmaker, a snake in the grass
Looking down on the middle class
Gets behind the biggest dollar sign
Laundered money makes a thief look fine
Land of the free & the home of the brave
Where the Democrats will someday have us all in chains
Flying the flag & spreading goodwill
Pork up the budget with a new tax bill
Public education has gone down the drain
And all they can say is "I feel your pain"
Lock them up & throw away the key
While the justice system lets another killer go free
Lawmaker, a pain in the ass
Works to fit in with the upper class
Getting paid to do anything they say
Let's make the money puppets go away
Lyrics: Greg (2000)
LIGHTNING IN A BOTTLE
There is something strange about the way you’re staring at me
The hook in my mouth must give me away
Baited lines & bated breath, a slower way to a quicker death
Killing time on the worn side of the fray
Dilute the stain of imperfection in my eyes
And introduce me to a me I recognize
I’ve got fuel to burn when my finger’s on the throttle
Push down & turn for some lightning in a bottle
It amazes you that I could be so schizophrenic
But we don’t seem to feel that way at all
Won’t reveal the hidden tears shed amid the smoke & mirrors
In case you didn’t know, I’m ten feet tall
Dilute the stain of imperfection in my eyes
And introduce me to a me I recognize
I’ve got fuel to burn when my finger’s on the throttle
Push down & turn for some lightning in a bottle
I’m not into questioning my state of self-religion
I’ve been electrified by truth divine
I take my faith by milligram & bless myself for who I am
And slip into my little plastic shrine
Dilute the stain of imperfection in my eyes
And introduce me to a me I recognize
I’ve got fuel to burn when my finger’s on the throttle
Push down & turn for some lightning in a bottle
Lyrics: J (2000)
MONSTERHEAD
I feel a presence when I am here alone
Freezing in a pool of sweat, I'm scared of the unknown
The windows in my eyeballs are rattling in the wind
I sense some movement in my room, here it comes again…
I am eleven, still but a child
Deflowered by my parents, but they say I'm their pride & joy
Frightened of these monsters underneath my bed
But they cannot compare to this monster in my head
Monster…Head
Monster…Head
I'm so weak, I couldn't look you in the eye
Jaded smile, you could see right through it
Crawl inside, my throat & guide me with your voice
Cause you are, the only one who'd do it
Monster…Head
Monster…Head
I am but a child, and I'm not afraid of you
I am just a child, but I'm not afraid of you
I am but a child, and I'm not afraid of you
I am but a child, and I'm not afraid of you
Monster…Head
Monster…Head
Lyrics: J (1995)
MR. PUBLIC
Nice to see you, Mr. Public
Looking confident as you always are
Love the tophat, cane & ascot
You look just like a star
You're smiling like a politician
Shaking hands with all the ladies there
Just be sure to kiss their babies
And tell them that you care
You'd best grit your bleached teeth & bear it
If your borrowed Armani fits, wear it
Get your yesman, salon tan & rented Rolls
You get fifteen minutes…
Every line you feed the papers
Is in eloquently stated rhyme
But, behind the clockwork image
You're barely keeping time
You'd best grit your bleached teeth & bear it
If your borrowed Armani fits, wear it
Get your yesman, salon tan & rented Rolls
You get fifteen minutes…
Everyone loves you for the moment
You're the man of the year for a day
The world won't stop to acknowledge you
If you've nothing amusing to say
You'd best grit your bleached teeth & bear it
If your borrowed Armani fits, wear it
Get your yesman, salon tan & rented Rolls
Your fifteen minutes are almost up
Lyrics: J (1997)
PEELING SKIN
It looks like I’m here peeling skin again
Shedding the “old me” again
I gave birth to me, no thanks to you
And thanks to me you never knew
Another episode of hollow days
Just shot through my shallow head
It takes a stone to the head sometimes
To put the boy in me to bed
If you look through you’ll catch a glimpse of the me I’ve ceased to be
All things made new without a casualty
I’m peeling skin, over again
If art imitates life then what is this?
A masterpiece or just more of your rubbish?
And I taste your anger all thanks to you
And it reeks of everything you do
If you look through you’ll catch a glimpse of the me I’ve ceased to be
All things made new without a casualty
I’m peeling skin, over again
It looks like I’m here peeling skin again
Shedding the “old me” again
I gave birth to me, no thanks to you
And thanks to me you never knew
If you look through you’ll catch a glimpse of the me I’ve ceased to be
All things made new with no contingencies
Lyrics: J (1997)
PULL MY STRINGS
I haven’t a clue what you must be thinking
It’s safe to say that I don’t want to know
But if you must, then spill your guts
And take it easy on me
Your finger must hurt from all that pointing
You must think yourself supreme
And if that’s true, don’t overdo
Your prejudice of me
Pull it...pull it
Pull my strings like a marionette puppet
Pull my strings, make me dance through your fire
Pull my strings, I’m your marionette puppet
Pull my strings, watch me hang
Do your thing, pull my string
You’re talking the talk of a part-time critic
Whose walk cannot be justified
And what I hear is so unclear
That everything’s implied
Pull it...pull it
Pull my strings like a marionette puppet
Pull my strings, make me dance through your fire
Pull my strings, I’m your marionette puppet
Pull my strings, watch me hang
Do your thing, pull my string
Lyrics: J (1999)
SATURDAY AFTERNOON
I've been wanting to find someone
To fill this void, make my life complete
A pity party being thrown for me
The guest of honor in a sad state of misery
She's a woman with many needs
For things that she could never get from me
I must have been another thorn in her side
Leaving me in a place where my heart has died
Why is love such a hard thing to find?
My lying eyes can't hide the pain
That I felt when she went away
Now I know I should have played it safe
On a Saturday afternoon
It's much too late to save my sanity
After being taken for a ride
Down a path where two lovers meet
Ending up in a place where my heart has died
Why is love such a hard thing to find?
My lying eyes can't hide the pain
That I felt when she went away
Now I know I should have played it safe
On a Saturday…
My lying eyes can't hide the pain
That I felt when she went away
Now I know I should have played it safe
On a Saturday afternoon
Lyrics: Greg (2000)
SCARING MYSELF
You inspired me…to sink below my own morality
You encouraged me…to be my very own worst enemy
What's it take to get it through?
I will never be like you
I know all this is leading to
a very ugly ending
Secretly manipulate
With your plan to infiltrate
I'll never let you violate
me with your sick pretending
You believed in me…when I'd congratulate your vanity
And you trusted me…with all your ill-conceived obscenity.
My life sucking down the drain
You forced me to share your pain
Every word you spoke in vain
Was anything but true
The hate you feel, you believe
Is best to give than to receive
It's so hard for me to conceive
How I ever fell for you
I scare myself, with these thoughts I'm thinking
I scare myself, you'll wish you were my friend
I scare myself, your crock of shit is stinking
I scare myself, you'll get yours in the end
The angel on your shoulder has a bullet in his head
I know I should have recognized the horns & tail
You ought to learn to keep your Dogma on a leash
The truth will prevail & you will fail…I scare myself, with these thoughts I'm thinking
I scare myself, you'll wish you were my friend
I scare myself, your crock of shit is stinking
I scare myself, you'll get yours in the end
Lyrics: J (2001)
SILENCE IS A WALL
Welcome to a waste of time, there's much to contemplate
This is not the place for speaking words that cannot wait
No echoes to be heard, of seldom spoken words
You can't hear them at all, cause silence is a wall
Here is just a monument to all of those who learn
That there's a heavy cross to bear for speaking out of turn
No sounds escape the hole inside a quiet soul
You can't hear them at all, cause silence is a wall
Rest assured it's not momentary
Silence isn't golden anymore
No it isn't golden anymore
Silence…
Come & introduce yourself to "Generation Me"
Who claim cognition but respond with more redundancy
Just apathetic lines, entangled in the vines
Behind the silent wall, no one cares at all
Rest assured it's not momentary
Silence isn't golden anymore
No it isn't golden anymore
Silence…
Forget what you have learned, it's none of your concern
The pages have been burned, a chapter starts anew
No echoes to be heard, of seldom spoken words
You can't hear them at all, cause silence is a wall
Rest assured it's not momentary
Silence isn't golden anymore
No it isn't golden anymore
Silence…
Lyrics: J (1997)
SMOTHERED
Let me breathe your every breath
Let me speak your every word
Let me think your every thought
We are one, are we not?
You owe everything to me
You will soon learn to agree
You can easily be taught
That we are one, are we not?
I love you so madly, my eyes see only shades of you & grey
I need you so badly, salvation is only just a scream away
Let me see you from within
Let me underneath your skin
Let me be the love you sought
Cause we are one, are we not?
I love you so madly, my eyes see only shades of you & grey
I need you so badly, salvation is only just a scream away
I will breathe your final breath
I will speak your final word
I will think your final thought
We were one, were we not?
I loved you so madly, my eyes saw only shades of you & grey
I needed you so badly, salvation was only just a scream away
Lyrics: J (1999)
STRAIGHTFACED
We've got some questions for you
We've got some questions concerning…
All the lies, cheats & entrapments
All the ties with telltale enchantments
You've got to give it to us straight
Talk to us straightfaced
You can pick the place
Please pick up the pace
You've made a world built on delusion
Inheriting a world of confusion
Our children need a valid future
Got to design a mending suture
You've got to give it to us straight
Talk to us straightfaced
You can pick the place
Please pick up the pace
Lyrics: Jay West (1995)
SUCKER
You can thank my mommy…it may be cliche but she made me this way
You can thank my preacher…he taught me to pray twice everyday
And these days there’s no saving me
I’m an apple pie eating all-American boy
I’m sure you already know that I just can’t say no
And this just goes to show...that I’m a sucker
You can blame the TV…cause Sesame Street was my only retreat
You can blame my music…I wanted to be like David Cassidy
And these days there’s no saving me
I’m a finger licking chicken eating mama’s boy
I’m sure you understand, your whim is my command
You’ve seen it all firsthand...yeah I’m a sucker
You need some dough, well here’s a ten
Your beer is low, just tell me when
Here’s the spare key to my car
To add to your personal repertoire…
You can thank my teachers…though being a pet was a major regret
You can thank my girlfriend…cause she opened wide my sensitive side
And these days there’s no saving me
I’m a Bobby Brady living in a Twin Peaks world
I’m sure you don’t really mind, that I don’t have a spine
Cause it suits you just fine...that I’m a sucker
Lyrics: J (2000)
TAKEN MY HEART
Hello there, my intrepid friend
Can't say it's nice to see you
I guess I knew it would be this in the end
All things aside, here's to you
Sultry, seeded, no salespitch needed
Away to the night runs my pride
Death & dying, got no fear
Pale to the day you left me
And in that time I wouldn't see me here
Finally, it's behind me
Sultry, seeded, no salespitch needed
Away to the night runs my pride
So mistreated, worn-out & cheated
Away to the night runs my pride
Couldn't stand it anymore
My body melted to the floor
I guess I knew it would be this in the end
All things aside, here's to you
Taken my heart, here's to you
Taken my mind, here's to you
Taken my mind, taken my heart
Taken my soul, taken my part
Taken my heart, taken my mind
Taken my soul, take my kind
Taken my mind, taken my heart
Taken my soul, taken my part
Taken my heart, taken my mind
Take my soul, take my kind
Take my heart, take my heart, take my mind
Lyrics: Jay West (1995)
THE CIRCUS CAME TO TOWN
In the yard a broken toy, and a solitary boy
Hoping for a few new friends, just before his childhood ends
Around his neck he wears a key, locked inside his home at three
Wonders what he ever did, to become a latchkey kid
There is a lot of time to kill
There is a heavy space to fill
And there you stand in TV land, it's three o'clock again
Just enough time to ease the state you're in
Window shopping boyhood games, seeing playtime through a frame
Writes his thoughts on frosted glass, waiting for the day to pass
From the street the windows read, B-O-R-E-D
Staring out into the sun, sees his face in everyone
There is a lot of time to kill
There is a heavy space to fill
And there you stand in TV land, it's four o'clock again
Just enough time to ease the pain you're in
Tomorrow is a special day, when he makes his getaway
A good time guaranteed for all, right behind the shopping mall
Clown of every shape & size, the daredevil death-defies
Trampolines & a dancing seal, he'll see things he thought unreal
He'll recall the joy he found, when the circus came to town
There is a lot of time to kill
There is a heavy space to fill
And there you stand in TV land, it's five o'clock again
Just enough time to ease the state you're in
There is a lot of time to kill
There is a heavy space to fill
And there you stand in TV land, it's six o'clock again
Just enough time to ease the pain you're in
Lyrics: J (1997)
VICTORY GARDEN
Mrs. Graves forever bears a cross
Her sense of pride is tainted by the loss
Upon her mantle lies a neatly folded flag
Tastefully draped with a rosary & a metal tag
She won’t let him be forgotten…
And I saw the blue star in her window
Yes, I saw the blue star in her window
Every morning she awakes to start her day
Tending to her garden near the alleyway
Neatly kept in ’84, as it has been since the war
Time cannot assuage her elegant display
She won’t let him go unnoticed…
And I saw the blue star in her window
Yes, I saw the blue star in her window
And I saw the blue star in her window
Yes, I saw the blue star in her window
Mrs. Graves, why do wait at the gate in your sad charade?
He’s not riding home on a float in a war parade
Mrs. Graves, his resting-place is so weather-blown
And your vacant face was a place where a smile once shone
Is she delusional or maybe institutional?
And I saw the blue star in her window
Yes, I saw the blue star in her window
And I saw the blue star in her window
Yes, I saw the blue star in her window
Lyrics: J (2000)
YOU’RE ALL FICTION
What's behind your painted smile?
A good impression of a liar
What's in your synthetic laugh?
A black façade that you conspire
Just a sheep dressed in wolfskin
Is your image all contrived?
Just a misplaced alter-ego
Has any piece of "you" survived?
From where you sit we all look pretty dumb
From where I stand you're looking pretty numb
Your levity & drivel's up for sale
You're just another feather in the scale
You're all fiction, you're all fiction
Where do you hide all your faces?
Right behind your phony tears.
Tell me how you're keeping time
Cause you've just wasted twenty years
Just a snake-oil peddler
Your whole pitch is plagiarized
Piss & venom's all I offer
See, I'm not one to sympathize
From where you sit we all look pretty cold
From where I stand you're looking pretty old
You've little hype or swagger left to sell
You're just another penny in the well
You're all fiction, you're all fiction
Your intentions crack & peel, leaving nothing to reveal
Daddy's little parasite, won't be sleeping well tonight
You're all fiction, you're all fiction
Lyrics: J (1996)
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