Craig's Brother - "Homecoming" (TND1106)
1. Insult To Injury
So now you're offering these hand me down beliefs.
You offer neither solace nor relief.
In a world of hate, your words hold no weight.
So now you're promising your Disney religion.
Living in your world without sin.
But I just don't relate.
Your words hold no weight.
So just hold your tongue for a second
So just hold your tongue until you can hold my burdens.
Your ideas betray your fantasy.
Your anecdotes mock reality.
Your words hold no weight.
Before you go and throw your pearls before swine.
Be warned you won't impress the like of mine.
Cause I've heard your debate.
Your words hold no weight.
So why do they ring in my ear
So share my pain and bare my wounds with me.
Or don't pretend to call it sympathy.
But you're so quick to mock my misery.
So quick to add insult to injury.
2. Going Blind
She's on a beach in Maui.
Her breasts are half uncovered.
I try to stop myself from staring at her but I'm drawn, like Dagwood to sleep.
The lawn may need mowing, but still I can't prevent my thoughts from becoming obscene.
So I justify, she's only a page in a magazine.
She's not real, she doesn't feel.
Eyes pierce her scraps of cloth.
Her value is lost.
Crown of all creation.
Bane of jealous angels.
She's nothing more to me than food for a fantasy.
And though I know it's a shame, I won't turn away.
My thoughts are so casually lead astray.
And I know it's not right.
It feels so unclean, but she's just a page in a magazine.
She's not real.
She doesn't feel.
Eyes pierce her scraps of cloth.
Her value is lost.
49er, gold prospector.
Her body is my claim.
As she assumes some cheesy pose, imagination see's no close.
And I don't even know her name.
Her body breaks my mind leash like Gus broke his chain.
3. In Memory of Nicole Kristi Rahe
April 22, 1978-October 25, 1997
We met in seventh grade in History.
Then just another one.
Friendship was a few years to come.
But I knew who you were.
I knew what you stood for.
That much we had in common, but you had so much more.
And I saw a joy in you I did not see in me.
You were a light for all to see.
Graduation came we moved to L.A.
(it was) so good to know a face, a friend I didn't have to make.
Those long drives home to Santa Cruz, I grew so close to you.
Friends from then on through life.
Such a short length of time.
Left here with thoughts of you that still inspire me
And one day we will be together in our final goal, in the presence of He.
The One that made us be.
The One you served, the One that your light helped us all to see.
Your life was a picture of how I want to be.
4. Homecoming
In two, alone he'll forget the time.
Burn money to ashes.
Be drunken with wine.
A fool, not knowing his left from right.
He's losing direction, his home within sight.
(Staggered in with nowhere to begin.)
I've left you again and now I'm back to amend.
No word that I say will be true.
I'm fine on my own except for I'm all alone.
I'm just incomplete without you.
Undo the bondage of faith that ties.
Unsevered connections, just holding too tight.
End pretending thoughts stop sending surface his new home.
Won't think too long, he's incomplete without you.
(Staring over the shoulder to sin.)
I've left you again, now I'm back to amend.
No word that I say will be true.
I'm fine on my own except for I'm all alone.
I'm just incomplete without you.
Away he's walking to the sun.
Blinded in light of what he's done and echoed voices burning.
He's trying hard to clear his mind.
But digging deeper he'll only find buried treasures forgotten face.
Here I am on my own, I'm coming home.
I'm fine on my own except for I'm all alone.
I'm just incomplete without you.
5. Nobody
When he was young...
so many looks he never caught, so much love he hadn't bought.
Seen peering through the pane.
Left out standing in the rain.
Soaking in his rearing only wishing to be dry.
It seems he never knew that no one
These times he's not forgotten, he swore he'd never be that
nobody still haunting.
All his past that brings his longing for times that all would come, from when he was
young.
So many times he'd knelt and prayed begging for these present
days.
When all his youth was done to be standing with his son.
No one would ever know him, no one for him not to hear.
No one to answer, his father being near.
These times he's not forgotten and did he ever know that
nobody still haunting.
All his past that brings his longing for all my strength to come, from when he was young.
It seems he never knew that nobody.
Still staring in at something lost that could not be.
All of this spent preparing harmony.
He'll never be forgotten.
For all he's lived and sought in.
Flying from wings he'd hide in.
Hiding his son from when he was young.
And in his bleeding I've been receiving no pain that would come from when he was young.
6. Lonely Girl
Winter breaks upon that lonely girl.
A tell-tale stomach and a broken world
...and only grief.
December finds her in a world of care.
Nine months swollen and abandoned there.
Without relief, from all this grief.
Her fear matched only by her appetite.
Not knowing one day she would see the night.
When all these troubles had been made all right.
And that child would praise her.
Hide your tears now put your pain away.
Let your fears belong to yesterday.
You're not alone.
December makes it's yule tide round again.
A lonely girl lies lost in labor pain
...beyond relief.
Water breaks inside that lonely girl.
A child is brought into this broken world.
So small, so weak.
He knows no grief.
He only knows the one who brought him here.
Gave him life and made his value clear.
If he could speak his lips would know no fear.
They would only praise her.
7. Who Am I?
Lying idle in my room, telling my thoughts to the moon.
Why do I always feel so unimportant?
To other egos my mind clings and inside these voices ring,
that I'm just a carbon copy of everyone else.
And now I'm searching out my own identity.
Something down inside telling me that I'm like no one else but me.
But as of yet I still don't know.
Who is this guy that I am and for his life what does he have to show?
Who am I?
What am I for?
I wait for answers from the sky, the only audience I find.
But no comfort finds my ears, just silent mocking.
And I know I was created but I just can't figure out why.
And now I'm searching out my own identity.
Something down inside telling me that I'm like no one else but me.
But as of yet I still don't know.
Who is this guy that I am and for his life what does he have to show?
Who am I?
What am I for?
Still searching.
Who am I?
Some answers I don't ever find.
I just want to know I have a place.
Come from and return to dust, but I don't want to feel that useless.
I want to see something in me that is unique.
I just want to know.
Who am I?
What am I for?
8. Sorry
Spoken word has lost it's way again.
Wondering through silenced apology.
An untamed mouth has not held words not meant.
And condescending eyes made shame to see.
The stress to succeed has broken trust.
My flooding waters wash you out to see.
You're drowning now as my forgiveness rusts.
To stiff to rescue what's dear to me.
Could I be sorry enough to make you not be sorry.
For goodness sakes I'm sure you're sorry.
You met up with likes of one who can't be sorry for this...
Imperfection driving battery.
The lingering spirit begins to fold.
Spoiled angst rots the adult in me, as childish antics now are growing old.
Now an emptied room to play to. (No one to hear this song)
No more innocence left to be hurt.
Now the silence that I wait through. (Speaking oh so loud)
Of this fitting end that I deserve.
Could I be sorry enough to make you not be sorry.
For goodness sakes I'm sure you're sorry.
You met up with likes of one who can't be sorry for his...
Another way fought and anger fed again.
Another day lost, we've found more hate to send.
Some other past time we found some way.
To see thee others flaws as small and still forgive other's mistakes.
We had no time to let unity ever binding lose control.
Or let some standard conditioning our likeness take it's toll.
When the differences settle and when te spite comes to an end,
we'll be reminded of a time when me and you used to be friends.
(Always change in me)
9. Dear Charlotte
Memory conveys you were something to be.
When you weren't held captive in an aged body.
You had a family that needed you and job security.
You had everything a man could ever need.
But where did your children go?
Where is your family?
Did they turn into the adults that you always hoped they'd be?
Did you finally retire, from that job that tortured you?
I thought all your dreams had come true.
So why are you depressed when your life is at its best?
Is it really cause it's not what it seems?
Or are you unable to see that you should be happy?
Because you're still living in yesterday's dreams.
Your eldest son reminds you of the way life used to be.
When you didn't bear the chains of matrimony.
You had no job that you hated, no responsibility.
You were youthful and careless and free.
And the woman you wed, she seemed better in bed when there
wasn't a ring on her finger.
Yes your life seemed all right when you partied all night.
Those days are gone, does the flavor still linger?
Don't tell me life would be great if you were
reprobate and had friends who were losers and fiends.
You've a family, a wife and a meaningful life,
but you're still holding to yesterdays dreams.
Loneliness reduces you to disharmony.
Your life seems so hopeless and melancholy.
You're still so young but you can't find the strength to move on.
Now that the woman who loves you is gone.
Did you find she wasn't so close when you needed her most?
Is it hard facing up to rejection?
You might understand that she needed a man.
But you're still seeking maternal protection.
Don't give up, you're still young and you're life's just
begun.
At every corner opportunity screams.
Sometimes life is abrupt, but it's time to grow up
and stop clinging to yesterday's dream.
10. My Annie
Darling I want to make the word "love" new 'cause
it's been said so many times.
And I don't want to use that old pick up line.
And oft' I try to find the words to use,
but none capture the way I feel.
When I gaze at your smile it seems like
I'm flying a sunset skyline.
You've stolen my eyes.
I stare at what I can't describe.
I guess I tried.
Look in my eyes.
It's not hard to realize.
I'm the one who loves you.
And though you'll never know my heart, my complete feelings.
Just know you'll never be alone.
Words keep cluttering in my mind as I persist in this
futility.
But no vocabulary could ever represent the beauty I see.
You're everything and more than I could want you to be.
And in your face what do I see?
It's like a rainbow in my mind,
like when the daylight starts to die.
Just like a landscape catching rain
or like a snow glazed mountain face.
Like Charlie Chaplin, like clapping one hand, my love cannot
be heard.
And all those love songs, they come out all wrong 'cause there's just no such word, my
Annie.
Look in my eyes.
It's not hard to realize I'm the one who loves you.
And though you'll never know my heart, my full emotion.
Just kow you'll never be alone, my Annie.
11. One
All grievances reached no words to be said.
The barrier breached now come lay your head.
And she's found a new way her hands letting go (hurting so).
You've too much to say your new words heard old (letting go).
Down on your knees it's a long extra mile (letting go).
Giving your faith just for a smile.
You're finding some way to go crawling back again.
She wonders why her boy didn't run.
Remembering two who had something special then.
Sometime someday there'll be only one.
The passages preached roused notions of warn.
Elasticity reached allegiance near torn.
And she's flying away to new foreign lands (hurting so).
Your searching for faults on grounds that you stand (letting go).
Without her the dream it ceases to be (letting go).
But tomorrow you'll wake and maybe you'll see.
You're finding some way to stumble along again.
We wonder why, why ever you've gone.
Remembering two who had something special then.
Just for today there'll be only one.
One understanding one thought that she left you.
One more that takes it less that makes you whole.
She's seeking the truth the words that she left.
Your riddled by ask and all out of breath.
Resounding the voice reconciled song.
You've created the choice now will you stand strong.
Your finding the way keep pushing along my friend.
She's seeing the worth in all that you've done.
Remembering two who had something special then.
Sometime someday there'll be only.
Looks like today there'll be only.
Now on your way you'll only be one.
12. Potential
Hey there, Mr. Personality, was everybody wrong to think.
That you would have the world on it's knees.
Or perhaps we were too blind to see
that all your grace would fall to entropy.
Leaving only fear and apathy and useless dreams.
And the shadows that you cast so tall on the wall of
possibility.
Grow closer to infinity with every word that goes unsaid.
Cause you could build your house of gold if you could only find a place to start.
But for now there's just a qustion mark hanging on your head.
Cause you could be the best there ever was.
But you won't move 'cause you're too scared.
Potential shines so bright when never dared.
And I never thought I'd find you gagged and bound by
mediocrity.
Denying who you want to be how did your standards get so low?
Or are you still content hang your feet in the pool of opportunity.
When everyone has yet to see a single thing to show.
Hey Mr. "World At Your Feet" did you finally accept
your defeat?
Or was your bark more than your bite.
When you wake up from your dream to find your smile has lost it's gleam.
Well maybe then you'll see the light.
Cause you could be the best there ever was.
But nothing's gained when nothing's shared.
Potential shines so bright when never dared.
So break those chains and take the world.
It's yours to claim, or are you still afraid
to take some value from those impotent dilapidated aspirations?