Like a stitch
We sew moments of our time into
A tapestry of me and you
and us
Threads that bind us to each other
Threads that twist and tear ‘till they unravel
Threads that hold and heal
Intertwined
Like dancers or a symphony
In a maze of rich complexity
Casual smiles of understanding
Special looks with meanings only to us
Threads that hold and heal
Look in the mirror, threads to the past
Connect the good and bad
Threads going nowhere, they still lead here
In every stitch we wear
On the horizon, once we’re there
Are threads we grew from here
Threads that bind us all together
Threads that twist and tear as they unravel
Threads that hold and heal
Look in the mirror, threads to the past
Connect the good and bad
Threads going nowhere, they still lead here
In every stitch we wear
On the horizon, once we’re there
Are threads we grew from here
Threads that bind us to each other
Threads that twist and tear ‘till they unravel
Threads that hold and heal
Like a stitch
We sew moments of our lives into
A tapestry of me and you and us
Threads that bind us to each other
Threads that twist and tear ‘till they unravel
Threads that hold and heal
Well I like clean water and to breathe fresh air
I think solar power beats an oil embargo scare
I make a little effort to be more green
Never knew that me socialist until FOX told me
I have a long time buddy
That’s feeling awfully ill
But he’s got no job to pay a doctor’s bill
That somehow don’t seem right to me
Never knew that made me socialist ‘till FOX told me
Hannity! O’Rielly!
And clones galore – they’re all the same to me
I know it’s fair and balanced ‘cause it’s on FOX TV
I don’t think might makes right
Or that winners are always wise
‘cause the debris of victory are countless human lives
I think military action is seldom what we need
Never knew that made me socialist ‘till FOX told me
So if being Socialist means concern for the poor
Social justice, abandonment of war
If by caring for each other we’re acting “socialistically”
Well if it’s good enough for FOX
Then it’s good enough for me
She sits at the window, lost in her own thoughts
Hating the life that’s not turning out right
But still clinging to some dream
Back at the window, she looks but does not see
Trapped in a world of what might have been
Forgetting what might be
But she can never sit still, leaves the window sill
And starts pacing ‘cross the floor
Kicks blindly in rage at decisions she’s made
Abandons her window, quickly walks out the door
Nothing to do, no one to call
No one gives a shit at all
Ignoring the windows, ignoring the streets, the smells
Needs a place for herself, just one piece of herself
That she can call her own
But she’s never at ease, always someone to please
Always someone else’s call
No space for herself, no comfort
But she don’t wanna be the freak that doesn’t fit in completely
She don’t wanna be the one that they make fun
Looking in windows, reflections are everywhere
She looks in her past for things that will last
Clutching anchors in the air
Gazing thru windows, into some future time
With dreams realized, the skeptics have died
She’s finally her, herself, complete
Will she never be free?
Trapped by degrees of obligatory crap
With no hope for reprieve
Surrender
She don’t wanna be the freak that doesn’t fit in completely
She don’t wanna be the one that they make fun
And she’s got better things to do than to herself be true
She’s afraid she might make waves so she caves
She caves…
SURGEON'S HANDS
adapted from a poem of the same name written by Jenny Cary
It stops my heart and slows my brain
Breath becomes an afterthought
A sometime symptom unexplained
I lost my head inside your heat
You disassemble everything thing I’ve ever been
And force a change in me, into incomplete
Tear me up and take me on
Destroy what’s left of me
Barely breathing, pulled apart
I’ve been low too long, been gone too long
I died on your table, ceased to be, beneath your hands
Who will know me now; will I know who I am?
Open me up, a soul inside
A creature made of blood and bone
Humanity I tried to hide
You cut right through with Surgeon’s hands
Using love as thread enough
Love to build me up
And love…
to make me whole again
Love as thread enough
With love, fix, what’s all fucked up
Love…
Tear me up and take me on
A million pieces formed by you
Life reborn, made whole and new
I still can’t breathe but now don’t need to with
Love as thread enough
with love fix, what’s all messed up
And love…
to reconstruct my plans
‘cause love is thread enough
To change and heal me because
Your love…
has made me whole again
So many people, so confused
Always follow someone else’s rules
They watch while life passes them by and
Wonder what the meaning is, afraid to learn to really live
There’s no greater authority
Than that still, small voice in you
The rest is demagoguery and
Power plays and ego trips and pompous asses full of shit
I believe – it’s the little things that matter
I believe – we’re all pretty much the same
I believe – that there really is an answer
If you’re like me then you believe
In love…
There are no walls to box you in
No pre-existing sin
The one mistake that you can make is
Letting someone else decide what’s good and right for your own life
I believe – in pretty girls and baseball games
I believe – we’re all about the same
I believe – if you really want the answer
Then you’re like me and you believe
Why can’t we all just believe?
In love…
I am a singer/songwriter based in Chicago. I write songs about people - how they feel, think and dream; how we all interact, connect and disconnect. I am more emotional than talented; more wordy than wise; and very fond of semi-colons;;;
A keyboardist by training, a guitarist thru love of the instrument, a vocalist against my better judgment, I am posting several of my newest songs here. Many are just me on vocals and instruments, some with collaboration from various musician and lyricist/poet friends. Please give them a listen and tell me what you think.
I've played in numerous bands in the Chicago area most of my life. Almost every genre and more venues than I can remember - from Cubby Bear and Schuba's to church basements and garages. I currently play solo at open mics, coffee shops and smaller venues. I don't play for fame & fortune, free beer or to pick up chicks. I play because I have too, because it is a part of me, because it is who I am.
I'll be posting new songs on a regular basis so please check them out. I will also be posting my upcoming shows so please visit again to see when and where.
The following is a link to a website that graphically, (TAKE NOTE if you've a weak stomach), illustrates and provides facts about this totally inhumane practice by Faroe Islands Danes to mark their journey from teen to adult.
I am only one but still, I am one I cannot do everything but still, I can do something and because I cannot do everything I will not refuse to do the something that I can do.
It was time to put "Surrender" back in my profile list for a bit, its just the perfect song for me:-) Hope Autumn is treating you and your family well and you're all in a good way, here its getting warmer, even the humidity has started..hmmm wonder what kind of summer we are going to get... xPeace and Love to you and yours, Rineke.
I am so blessed....... in so many ways .......and even more so......by
having you as a friend.... have a beautiful and inspired week filled
with love, joy and many blessings.....
Hi Steve...It's a pleasure to meet u! Hope all is well with u and yours. Hope to hear from u soon! It's always nice to make new friends. Thanks for the request..God Bless!
Hi...Welcome, and thanks for dropping by our site for a visit. Thank you too for the add, and for the friendship.
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