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Of Lips, Mother, and Wine
I will build you a house
and a garden of bones
where Children go laughing
and men live alone.
I will tell you a story
of lips, mother, and wine.
From the mouths of mime puppets,
a tumble of words,
tied to the feet
of whistling birds.
A tangle of whimsy
to lay on your breast,
whose eyes taste the winter
and none of the rest.
When I tell you the story
of lips, mother, and wine.
When ere we go crawling
on feathering knee,
through long shadow canyon,
a cloud scattered sea.
See... make a pillow,
a death reminisce,
of lovers gone falling
to steal a sweet kiss.
Ah, such is the story
of lips, mother, and wine.
I will build you a house
and a garden of bones,
where Children go laughing
and men live alone.
Cold Winter Eyes
She gets up every morning,
she drinks a cup of coffee
There's a face inside the mirror
and a thousand broken pieces
The cold moon surely freezes,
all hope attends the rainbow
And life just passes by...
cold winter eyes.
She's had some kids and husbands,
they send her cards and pictures
Lots of letters full of kisses,
she reads between the lines
And the darkness comes upon her
as she reads the empty pages
And her heart is cold as ice...
cold winter eyes
There's a cold cold cup of coffee
and an old and broken mirror
And a pile of worthless ashes
where once there was a fire
And the spirit is the reason,
what sad and broken angel
Whose wings will never fly...
cold winter eyes
When death stands in the doorway,
all promises are broken
And the shadow of a woman
living in the mirror
The cold moon surely freezes
as she cries into the winter
And the tears freeze in her eyes,
cold winter eyes
These songs are taken from our cd,
'Bloodline', and are two of twelve
of my favorites. They are basically
mellow, a blend of poetry taken to
the next level.
This disk is available for $10.00.
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The Door
Walkin' down the same ol' road
we been strollin' down before
Funny, we got empty hands
reaching for that, wanting more
Open up - open up the door
A spiral in an empty room
spider mind across the bed
We crawlin' into helplessness
He spits and weaves his killing web
Caught in silken golden ties
spread like Jesus on the floor
woman on the fading wall
a saint, a mother, a wanton whore
Open up - open up your door
Lizard marchin' cross our brain
leaves a wasted track of sand
We follow him to desert's end
future runnin' through our hands
Windows we been prayin' through
Godspeak in a whispered roar
Hold me when I'm breakin' down
locked outside the comp'ny store
Open up - open up the door
Children's faces in planet Earth
living in a home at war
They're headed for the killing ground
Open up - open up the door
Open up - open up the door
I'm Bound To Ride Again
Oh oh, morning finds us crying
we ve come to see the sight
I know that soon we'll all be dying
and that will make them right
Mister, carry my story down
won't you take it to the one
You know I've got to hang around
until they find the Sun
(I'm on a journey in the night
on a horse both black and white
I'm bound to ride down to the end
I'm bound to ride again)
Well, the people saw me living there
as one they did proclaim
he ascends the sacred stair
we shall do the same
So they climbed into the night
and they fell into the sound
Somehow it just wasn't right
and the world spinned around
(Chorus)
Yes, I saw the Children falling
hunger was in their eyes
and their frail voices calling
begging to the wise
But the wise men fell upon them
answering with death
and the Children, silence on them
they bled among the rest
(Chorus)
So I sit and watch the Children play
all the games they learned inside
Society has turned a page
let the sweet young Children die
They will ride here next to me
on this journey in the night
Then we all may smile and see
a world that only thinks it's right
(I'm on a journey in the night
on a horse both black and white
I'm bound to ride down to the end
I'm bound to ride again
Down by where the Children play
I'm bound to ride again
Wisdom comes at any age
I'm bound to ride again)
'The Door' and '
I'm Bound to Ride Again'
are taken from our cd, 'Slow Train'
and features my son, Tommy, on guitars,
son-in-law, Troy Teepen, on drums.
This cd has nine strong studio
cuts and six live takes. It rocks!
Buy it for ten bucks.
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A Vanishing Face
If truth were a sparrow and I learned to fly
I'd never again walk to catch a lie
If moments were forever and days could be years
love was a rainbow and happiness fear
I'd drown in a moment of fear every day
color my love with your smile and say
I love you today and yesterday too
only tomorrow will know what to do
I'll hate you never, love's kindling feeds the flame
I'll always hear whispers of your sweet name
My clothes may be ragged, these shoes may be worn
My shirt may need washed, these underwear torn
But only the sparrow knows of the seed
dropped down from heaven, our love to feed
Clothes do not matter, the heart tells the tale
Success is not beautiful to those who fail
My love and your love, two hearts as one
Summertime breezes, summertime sun
Remembering touching, the softness was real
No words to express how it made me feel
Blue eyes turned hazy, a vanishing face
I reach out in vain to be back in that place
I don't really blame you, these bars I can't climb
And I'll never forget the last time
No, I'll never forget the last time
Hold That Pose
Baby birthday party -
pretty pink balloons
Blue-eyed girl growin' up too soon
Pony tail bouncin',
brand new birthday clothes
Daddy takes a picture - Hold that pose
Got your cap and gown,
a blush that's real
Stayed out all night
learnin' how to feel
Got your highschool lover
takin' all your clothes
You're pretty as a picture -
Hold that pose, hold that pose
Hold that pose, b-baby, hold that pose
College dorm - little white lies
She feels pretty good between the lies
Girl knows she reaps the seed she sows
and God takes a picture - Hold that pose
Time is money, baby money's time
You lay down easy,
the pretty white lines
You're workin on the corner
where the night wind blows
Your slick trick takes a picture -
Hold that pose, hold that pose
Hold that pose, b-baby hold that pose
Night man workin'
in the county morgue
He pulls the drawer
with the freezer board
Knows who you are,
reads the tag on your toe
Night man takes a picture -
Hold that pose
Pretty white dress,
frozen baby blue eyes
Body holds a mirror
when the spirit dies
People gone cryin baby,
row by row
Preacher takes a picture -
Hold that pose, hold that pose
Hold that pose b-baby, hold that pose
The night wind blows
and it blows damned cold
Hold that pose b-baby
'Under the Gun', featuring
'Hold That Pose' and 'A Vanishing Face',
is a cd that contains the basic first
set I played in Denver bars for
too many years. It is guitar
rock and a poetic lament. It
has been remixed and mastered
by my son and is available song
by song at Lulu, TrueFire or for $10.00
(the entire CD) through PayPal from
this site.
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