P A I N T E D  B L U E   N R  1

Bright, bright voices that paint the darkness day
soft light typing over everything they say
every word, every move, painted blue
every word, every move, painted blue

They cast shadows that dance like crazy boys
drunk with happiness, melodies and noise
just until the sun escapes from their blood
’til the sun, escapes, from their blood

She had a color that I could not define
my nights would only bring her darker sides to light
every word, every move, painted blue
and the sun would escape my blood too



A  N E W  P L A C E  U N D E R  T H E  S U N

Oh when the world is waking up
when the sun opens her pretty eyes
When first birds start to scream
I know I need to be somewhere else
I get dressed 
in my best
Walk into the break of dawn
and I hope my thumb will take me 
To a new place under the sun

I get picked up every now and then
By strangers talking out of turn
and I wonder if they think they know me
When they ramble like I’m someone else
They confess 
And I bless them
Tell them want they want to hear
And I hope my blessings take them 
To a new place under the sun

They drop me off between God and the lamppost
I get my guitar from the back
Let the fables of these strong witnesses
Turn me into someone else
Write them down
anyhow
Sing them like they wanna sound
And I hope these songs will take me
To a new place under the sun


T H E  G R E A T  B I G  W A R E H O U S E  I N  T H E  S K Y

We get our bangin’ outfits all dirt cheap 
The flea market at Verbova street
I like dressing for the future that
does not exist, we imagine it

The streets are decorated warzone style 
barbed wire, concrete and stacks of tires
sometimes I think about the times before
the old cafe’s and the super store

We get our rush where they can never win
a warehouse down by the old steel mill
Our kickdrums echo on the riverside
dance ’til dawn, feeling unified 

But tonight we’re gonna party
We’ll be dancing
We’ll be tripping 
through the night…
And then our spirits will be 
lifted 
to the great big 
secret warehouse 
In the sky

And if the bullets finally 
get me
I’ll be dancing
I’ll be tripping 
through the night…
And then my party will be 
lifted 
to the great big 
secret warehouse 
In the sky

We show our love with disobedience
live for now without consequence
No one anticipated that we’d fight
we do our worst to make things right

They’re fighting canons with their flesh and bones
toy slingshots, sticks and stones
I lost my brother in the blast last year
Kill myself for not being there
 

P I N K  C R E A M

Bathroom mirror is all fogged up
hotel soap in a paper cup
swipe to the right and see what’s left
Is this old picker finished yet?

thick neck and scrawny chin
cratered eyes on soggy skin
potbelly rising under naked ribs                          
and I’m forgetting all the ugly bits

Pink cream swirling in the sink
I sink dreams with my finger tips
There’s hot steam running through my veins
My self esteem swallowed by the drain

My head’s all fogged up
 
I rest my eyes I rest my case
I rest my mind on your pretty face
I rest my faith, it’s paper thin
Until the rest of me gives in

Face all covered up in cream
razor blade on the bloodstream
swipe to the right to see what’s left    
Is this old picker finished yet?

Pink cream swirling in the sink
I sink dreams with my finger tips
There’s hot steam running through my veins
My self esteem swallowed by the drain

My head’s all fogged up
My head’s all fogged up
My head’s all fogged up
My head’s all fogged up
 

P A I N T E D  B L U E  N R  2

Clouds are thickening 
day is moving
I am happy
when It’s hiding

Trees are balding
Like my noggin
Beauty lies in
slowly dying

Old steel bucket
Resting rusted
Underneath it
Blue grass blanket

House observant 
Holds the dormant 
I am certain 
It’s clairvoyant

No ones listening
Beast is rambling
There’s no light in
It’s senseless talking
I’m undocking
All is painted blue
    
Night is breathing
air is dampening
I’ve been thinking 
About reforming

When the day comes
With it’s new forms
You’ll see no sign
of it’s struggles

No ones watching
Beast is bleeding
There’s no light in
It’s senseless talking
I’m undocking
All is painted blue

No ones listening
Beast is sleeping
There’s no light in
It’s senseless talking
I’m undocking
All is painted blue