Spobo and the Sing Alongs

ALBUMS
Spobo / Pravda Split

LYRICS
Alarm Clock
Amnesty Is History
Anger in the Knight
Bipolar Disorder
Boing!
The Cadence In Me
The Candy Store Song
Coming Home
Dear Elder
Dear R.M.
The Factory Worker
Father Time
Fed UP (Our Story)
Footless Pajamas
Four Words
Hey Tyler, Three Words Is Enough!
The Jig’s Up, Pedro! (Jessica’s Happy Thought)
Look Mom, I Built A Fort
Low Battery (Dear Mother)
The Music Never Lied
Night Sky
One Man
Pride
The Prince
Solid Ground
Something Greater Than A Midnight Walk
Storyteller
The Suicide Experiment, Pt. 1
The Suicide Experiment, Pt. 2
The Suicide Experiment, Pt. 3
Telecaster Disaster
Tired Eyes
Tribute
Trouble is the First Step To Comprehension

Alarm Clock

I woke up in the morning, it’s a quarter to eight.
By the time I get going I’m already late.
It takes a few minutes to get out of the house
and the sun’s already up when I look around.

I think: Too often things just don’t get done
We’re in such a hurry to get somewhere that the thought never comes
to just slow down, take your time,
take a breath before you run into your old routine tonight.

I passed a man out on the street
trying to catch the bus for he’s got mouths to feed
From early morning when the sun don’t shine
to late at night when you just can’t open up your eyes
Five days, take a break for two.
New things just never happen, what am I supposed to do?

Too often things just don’t get done
We’re in such a hurry to get somewhere that the thought never comes
to just slow down, take your time,
take a breath before you run into your old routine tonight.

I’m back, 10pm, to-do list still untouched
it’s hard enough to do my needs, for the things that I want done
Set the alarm for a time too early to wake up
It’s no surprise when the dreams just never come.

Amnesty Is History

I believe that looking back is the wrong way to go
I learned from experience that holding on ain’t a sure-fire hope
All these memories of past mistakes are framed and on the wall
It’s a surprise to me the sickness hasn’t caught up with us
All over town it’s gone around
And now I’m scared to go out
The safest way is just to watch the ship go down!

Burning bridges to my past regrets so I can build again
On something harder than emotion and stronger than this cage I’m in
Amnesty is history and welcomes have grown cold
I plan to walk along forgotten paths alone
Until I’m tired of moving forward signing the same sad old songs
I’ll look back at myself knowing once I do I won’t move on
All these memories of past mistakes are framed and on the wall
It’s a surprise to me the sickness hasn’t caught up with us all
It hasn’t caught up with us all

Moving forward ain’t a sign that things are going to change
Nothing’s different when you’re looking back through the glass remains
It’s easy to recall the life that you once had
But staying still won’t help you bring that back
So don’t tell me you have questions when the walls come crashing down
I plan to be far away myself when the problems catch you all

All these memories of past mistakes now framed and on the wall
It’s a surprise to me the sickness hasn’t caught up with us all
It hasn’t caught up with us all
But the sickness will claim us all!

Anger in the Knight

They say it helps to count some numbers, ten being the preferred antidote
But I’d rather read a letter, the last reply to the last one I wrote
And I just wish someone would ask me almost anything at all
But every word is fading in the night ’til the last one falls

I’ll walk the streets for another hour
Moon barely showing in the sky
It seems to reflect the hopes of people
Fading but no one dares ask why
I can feel it getting warmer
But winter’s deep within my bones
And the regrets from this last weekend
Just won’t let go

A passing glance through an open window
An entrance to another side
Wandering to where the wind blows
A fast escape for a broken knight

Sunlight floods the lonely valley
Early hours for such a light
The house, it stands as a reminder
What happens when you try to fight
What everyone has long forgotten
The feelings deep within the mind
Taking the idea for granted
What you knew was never right

A passing glance through an open window
An entrance to another side
Wandering to where the wind blows
A fast escape for a broken knight

Bipolar Disorder

Living under an unstable mind
One minute wanting to over-dose but the next one fine
Everyone tells me that they understand
But I’m the only one with blood on my hands

I’ve been looking for cures in the same old places
Disappointed looks from the same young faces
Everyone is quick to place the blame
But no one willing to help get rid of the shame…

…Of living under an unstable mind
One minute wanting to over-dose but the next one fine
Everyone tells me that they understand
But I’m the only one with blood on my hands

This is not a game, it’s a life on the line
Every manic switch tears apart the insides
I’m told to fix myself or to just get out
But once I get out I find myself breaking down…

…from all the stress I just can’t let go of
And all the memories of when I completely screwed up
You think I’m getting better but it’s never enough
Every night I can’t sleep and I just want to give up

I dare you to tell me that you know what it’s like
To keep from hurting your friends you live your life on the inside
My room’s a jail cell complete with a home-made knife
Made from anger and lust and depression and SPITE!

Now please excuse me, I don’t know what came over me
I didn’t mean to yell I’m just so sick of these dreams
Every night I see my life at its end
And then I wake up to live the same nightmare again

But it’s not your fault, it’s all in my head
Or atleast that’s what the last three doctors have said
Please forgive me for what I have done
My medication’s run out and that’s where it’s begun

I’m living under an unstable mind
One minute I want to over-dose, but the next one I’m fine
Everyone tells me that they understand
But I don’t see the blood on either of their hands

Manic depressive bi-polar teen
Exaggerations in everything that I see
Making my life one big fabricated dream
I’LL NEVER BE THE PERSON THAT YOU WANT ME TO BE!

There’s just too much stress I’ll never let go of
No matter how hard I try I will always screw up
I’ll admit I’m getting better but it will never be enough
Until you stop showing up in everything that I love

This is not a game, my whole life’s on the line
Every manic switch tears apart my insides
Already twice I’ve failed to take my own life
But you pretend it never happened, you just close your eyes…

…until the anger’s gone and I’m all worn out
You try to convince me that’s the last time I’ll be breaking down
That it’s all over now and I can control it next time
But you can’t feel the pain that’s behind my eyes

I’m living under an unstable mind
One minute I want to over-dose, but the next one I’m fine
DON’T YOU DARE tell me that you understand!
Because I’m the only one with blood on my hands.

Boing!

Last night I followed my old footprints that I’ve left over the years on the side of the road, and I saw my old regrets that replaced my hope. But I kept walking down once familiar streets where people lived that meant everything to me. Now they’re gone and it’s time that I moved on.
I found the field where I spent my nights back when she lived here before all the stupid fights. I know it’s just been years but it feels like it’s been lifetimes. Now she’s gone and it’s time that I moved on

I’ve been running longer than you’d believe trying to be the person you see in me but I know now that all you’re going to see is what I want to be. And I want to be a punk of the SLC.

Because the kids downtown have once saved my life. I rarely see them now but think of them every night, and they’re small collective on the other side of town. There once was a time that we could all meet, any gender, race, religious or political belief. Music bringing us together and nothing could tear us down. But now people avoid that little house

So I’ve been running longer than you’d believe trying to be like the people that once saved me because I know now that I can be anything. And I want to be a punk of the SLC.

A misfit that learned how to fit in, replacing my regrets with my hope once again because I know now that I can be anything. And I want to be a punk of the SLC.

The Cadence In Me

All too often I am thinking of the places I am going
And the places I have been and everything in between
It has been written so clearly on the back of my fist
In the black ink from the pen in my pocket, “I am blessed for my friends.”

If it wasn’t for the music that I first heard in the Boing! House
And the shows in the Underground, I wouldn’t be alive now
I used to think nothing could get me through depression
But Jess, Konrad and Tyler have proved me wrong again and again

I get oh so excited to dance to the music, sing along the lyrics,
Feel surrounded by the cadence… in me

Just last year I was following old footprints
that I left in the sidewalk on the side of the road as I said,
“I want to be a punk of Salt Lake,” now I think it’s safe to say
I’m leaving footprints heading in the right place

In the Underground I discovered that people
They can be powerful in ways unimaginable
And so I write it so clearly on the back of my fist
In the black ink from the pen in my pocket, “I am blessed for my friends.”

I get oh so excited to dance to the music, sing along the lyrics,
Feel surrounded by the cadence… in me

The Candy Store Song

Once there was a candy store and business there was bad, so he asked his wife just what to do and this is what she said, “Take ze can of gasoline and spread it ‘cross ze floor. Strike ze match and lay it down. No more candy store!”

Once there was a factory and it was no good, so he asked his workers what to do and this is what they said, “Take ze can of gasoline and spread it ‘cross ze floor. Strike ze match and lay it down. Factory no more!”

Once there was a factory-farm and it was no good, so he asked his cows just what to do and this is what they said, “Moo moo moo moo moo moo moo, moo moo moo moo moo. Moo moo moo moo moo moo moo. BURN IT TO THE GROUND!”

And once there was a government and it was no good, so he asked ‘The People’ what to do and this is what they said, “Take ze can of gasoline and spread it all around. Strike ze match and THROW it down! Burn it to the ground!!!”

Coming Home

When one day fades into the next sometimes I can’t tell which one I am coming from. Previous hopes wash up onto the sand, re-used again and again by the children who find them. Lucky for me I picked up a dream not burdened by any other imaginations. It’s a long-shot, I know, but somehow I’ll make it on my own. I’ll make it Home.

Emotions carry on until you can’t tell anger apart from desperation. Does that mean I should be mad because of where I am, or should I be glad because of where I’ve been? Or have I been too upset to see that I’ve got great years in from of me, that it’s time I get up off my feet to leave these fading memories? Forget my past and find my future burning bright in the eyes of who I should be. It’s a long-shot, I know, but somehow I’ll make it on my own. I’ll make it Home.

I’ve got thoughts racing in all directions looking for someone that I can believe in. Have I been left alone to face this world or is there someone that I can put my trust in? That’s when the fire-blazon sunset brings comfort, rushing in from all directions, providing once again the answers that I’ve needed for all of these questions. And it’s been a long ride, I know, but somehow I’ve made it all alone.
So Welcome Home.

Dear Elder

Early morning. The idea just hit me – almost twenty years and now we’re alone. Step outside, I’ve got to take a breather. Leave the door unlocked because I’ll be back home. My head feels like my heart has stopped racing, I guess now is good enough to go back in. Feet stumble and my world seems to be spinning, but I always knew that these times must end…

But I’ll keep moving! Everything will keep moving, and I’ll be ready when you come back home. I’ll learn my lesson while you’re teaching your lessons. I’ll reach the point where I will finally know. It’s an uphill battle and I’m now at the bottom of the steepest climb on our highest hill. I’m in the deep-end, lost without a paddle, and this world we know does just what it will.

But it’s alright, we’ll make it Home. And it’s so wonderful when we know where to go. It’s alright, we can make it Home. It’s so wonderful when we know where to go.

I’m now dreaming that I never gave up hoping, and now I’m sleeping (atleast for a while). But I’m still wanting…we both are still wanting a reason to hold on for atleast one more mile. It’s fast approaching and the heat is now rising but my fire inside has all but grown cold. We’ll give our speeches, good-byes, and in-between them I’ll realize just how much we have grown.

But I’ll keep moving! Everything will keep moving, and I’ll be ready when you come back home. I’ll learn my lesson while you’re teaching your lessons. I’ll reach the point where I will finally know. It’s an uphill battle and I’m now at the bottom of the steepest climb on our highest hill. I’m in the deep-end, lost without a paddle, and this world we know does just what it will.

But it’s alright, we’ll make it Home. And it’s so wonderful when we know where to go. It’s alright, we can make it Home. It’s so wonderful when we know where to go.
And it’s so beautiful when you know you’re not alone…

Dear R.M.

I’ve been thinking about the two years you’ve been missing and we’ve been lonely but never alone.
At times I worried or I tripped and stumbled but I always found my way home.
I feel like I am doing better and I can put my old ways to an end
I’m learning that the world will keep on spinning but it’s up to me to know where to begin

I’ve been readying, studying, learning while you’re teaching and I can honestly say that I know
What you’re doing is what I want to be doing, you’re showing others how to make it back home
We’ve all got our battles and I’ve been in the middle of mine most the time that you’ve been gone
I got myself lost, confused and sometimes frightened, but now I know just where I belong

You were right when you chose to go and you never faced that decision alone
I’ll be by your side when you come home, I won’t watch you face the world on your own

Each night I’m dreaming is a night I won’t quit hoping, I’ve been sleeping better than I have in a while
But I’m still wanting, all of us are wanting to, live so we can meet you with a smile
It’s fast approaching, the day you’ll be arriving, but you have no idea where I’ve come from
Throughout our speeches, telling stories and our singing I’ll never forget the good and bad things I’ve done

I’ve been readying, studying, learning while you’re teaching and I can honestly say that I know
What you’re doing is what I want to be doing, you’re showing others how to make it back home
We’ve all got our battles and I’ve been in the middle of mine most the time that you’ve been gone
I got myself lost, confused and sometimes frightened, but now I know just where I belong

You were right when you chose to go and you never faced that decision alone
I’ll be by your side when you come home, I won’t watch you face the world on your own

Ain’t it beautiful when you know you’re not alone?

The Factory Worker

The hammer’s swinging, and it keeps ringing,
all day from the crack of dawn.
The hammer’s swinging, and it keeps ringing,
until I can no longer see the sun.

Wake up to the whistle, forget the crow,
the rooster’s too late to wake my achin’ soul.
All day everyday you know where I go –
to the factory to work below.

Swing the hammer for another round.
I tell you there ain’t another sound
that can make you shudder from all around.
Listen to that hammer come down!

The whistle blows, it’s time to go home.
Aching everywhere from shoulder to toe,
but no time to worry for I must go
rest my head before the next whistle blows.

The hammer’s swinging, and it keeps ringing,
all day from the crack of dawn.
The hammer’s swinging, and it keeps ringing,
until I can no longer see the sun.

Father Time

The clock is ticking time keeps moving on but I’m sitting singing all my same old songs about depression and I swear this house gets darker every day. Father time why don’t you bother someone else? Don’t need your depressing suicidal thoughts. I’ve got good friends to help move life along when it’s hard to wake up and face a brand new day. Usually I’d have to head out of town to feel the way that I do now but somehow you’ve helped me see life can be okay.

Move over misanthropic lies, I’m replacing you with much stronger ties to the friends helping me become a much better man. These self-destructive tendencies I hate have got no ground to stand on between you and I. It’s no longer worth the pain to try and fight all the people helping me become the best that I can.

Maybe it’s the weather clearing now. Or the chemicals in my brain balancing themselves out. But I’d like to place the thanks on the friends by my side. I’d like to place the thanks on those that never gave up when I felt like I should die, convinced me life was worth a second try. Try as it might the world ain’t got the best of me. I won’t go out without kicking and punching and supporting hands from my friends all around.

Fed UP (Our Story)

I’m fed up with the things I see, and these things I see mean nothing to me compared to the ones I used to know. I’m done with these people around me. There’s so much more than these blank feelings. I don’t want this apathy they show.

Let’s take the bus out of town today and write the stories of how we ran away from abusive homes to the lives that we once dreamed – without kings or queens, or any royalty. No presidents, no more countries. This is purely our own land of Anarchy!

I’m fed up with what I see today – these young men throwing lives away, the work-solution wanting whatever it can take. Where young women strive to be the best with better hair in a better dress.
Well, who told you life was to be defined this way?

I’m done with the dreams of today – a faster car to win a faster race, where ‘bigger is better’ and only the best survive. Where fashion lies within every heart, and more money gives you a better start, where they tell you, ‘It’s up to you to find what’s right’.

Let’s take this bus out of town today and write the stories of how we ran away from abusive homes to the lives that we once dreamed. Just you and me, and me and you, doing what they tell us not to do, learning what it means to live independently.

I’m fed up with the things I see. This all means nothing to me, it tells me that the future’s lost it’s hope. I’m done with these people around me, I won’t let them tell me who I should be. I’ve found myself and I found my voice inside.

And they can try to take my rights away, they can try to force me to play their games but my voice is something that they can’t withhold. It can only grow stronger the more they try to cease these things I’ve got inside and I’ll make them regret they ever let it show.

So let’s take this bus out of town today and write the story of how we ran away from our abusive lives to the lives that we now see. It’s just you and me, and me and you, doing what they tell us not to do, and we’ll make them regret they every let us go!

Footless Pajamas

Won’t you lie and sleep till the moon disappears? And I won’t leave. To that you have my word. Tonight might be the best night of my life. In your arms everything felt alright. We never spoke the words but the feeling was always there.
Sleep Tight Tonight.

Let’s rest while the night’s not half over, and forget that tomorrow’s getting closer. It’s okay now, the starry sky won’t let us down.
Please sleep tight tonight…

Four Words

Looking through the window as the rain fogs up the glass, I can’t help but wonder if you’re listening to the echoes in the room after all’s been said and done. I’ve got the feeling in my heart that something’s missing. Let the quiet music play from the broken radio because even white noise is enough to fade out the tragedies taken place this evening. All that’s left is to pack up and head home.

Now is it too late to take those words I just couldn’t say? Sometimes the unwritten are the hardest things to say. Is it too late?

The car starts as I head back to the place I came and I know I’ve been defeated once again. The soundtrack is progressing but I feel so far away that the words seem just as distant as the rain. The warmth of the memories and the comfort of the dream are not enough to put my chin in the air. Before the words were said, without the impression in my head, was the feeling ever there?

Now is it too late to take back those words that I didn’t say? Behind the conversations that I had to lay to waste is it too late?

Hey Tyler, Three Words Is Enough

My first crush was years ago and she looked just like a dream
But my best friend asked her out and that was the end of me
What a lonely life you live when you’re first name is Teague
Because that girl still won’t say hi ’cause she thinks that I’m a creep

I’m a hopeless romantic that never can relate
To the stories of love because I never have a date
So this one is to spending forever alone
In the basement of my parents house hiding from the world

My second year of high school I saw her come through the door
She had a smile to lift you up and a fist to beat you to the floor
I asked her to hang out and she asked me ‘Whatever for?’
And still to this day I am promptly ignored

I’m a hopeless romantic that never can relate
To what other people talk about because I am just half-rate
So this one is to spending forever alone
It’s the story of my life and it’s the only one I know

My third crush had the cutest of laughs
But I also liked her sister so guess which one I asked
Her sister thinks I’m crazy and she knows I’m insane
But she still had the decency to talk to her today

I’m a hopeless romantic that never can relate
To the stories of love because I never have a date
So this one is to spending forever alone
In the basement of my parents house hiding from the world

Now I swear that I’m in love or twitterpated or diluted
Because soon I’ll be living with the cutest girl from Massachusetts
My friends aren’t very happy and Konrad, he is mad
But it’s the future that keeps me going and it’s why I’m not still sad

We’re both hopeless romantics that never can relate
To what normal people talk about ’cause we are both half-rate
So this one is to sharing our forever alone
It’s the story of our lives and it’s the only one we’ve known

The Jig’s Up, Pedro! (Jessica’s Happy Thought)

Big plans. Gonna live them some day.
What people do doesn’t matter. Nothings’s getting in your way.
When you’re small everything is so possible.
Your limits, they never seemed so far away.

But the jokes up. They’ve ratted you out.
Free-thinkers and dreamers, they’re just not allowed.
Now that you fit in
the visions you once felt inside of Freedom,
now they’re looking dim.

You’ve just got to remember you’re not like the rest
when they gave and gave in you stuck out your chest
You’re a dreamer in a world where dreams don’t exists
And when thick comes to thin you are the best

Slow down. Time is on your side.
It’s not gonna be easy but it will be alright.
Reach out. Clear you mind.
Let the secrets you hold be your guide to the other side.

Just try to remember you’re not like the rest
when they give and give in you stick out your chest
You’re a dreamer in a world where dreams don’t exists
And when thick comes to thin you will be the best.

Everyone’s trying to pay for their own happiness
When they finally get there it no longer exists
The best way to live ain’t through this man-made bliss
Just try and remember this.

There’s a long way to go and the road ain’t always clear
Things that seemed easy will just re-appear
But you’re better than most. You can persevere.
You just have to remember this.

And soon you’ll realize you’re not like the rest
When they get up and get out you’ll pass the test
Your dreams are the fuel to all your success
You will be the best.

Look Mom, I Built A Fort

It came off as a warning when she said do not look back
I promise once you do you’ll never find the feeling that you now lack
And ain’t that what you’re looking for?
It ain’t blowing in the wind
What you want no one can help you with, you got to look within
But you’re asking the wrong questions
It’s not where you once went wrong
You’ll find the inspiration on the roads you have yet to walk upon

Everyone’s got desires
But do you have a dream?
I’ll start the fire
If you plant the seed
We’ll build it together
Starting with you and me
And maybe in time we can show the rest just how great it can be

Don’t follow yellow brick roads or directions from signs
It’s best to follow one’s heart not the voices that are in the mind
When you reach a destination, or rather somewhere to go,
Don’t forget the place that you came from that you once called home
Because it gave you the courage to look for yourself
It helped you find me and that’s a story we’ll always tell

Everyone’s got desires
But do you have a dream?
I’ll start the fire
If you plant the seed
We’ll build it together
Starting with you and me
And maybe in time we can show the rest just how great it can be

It came off as a warning when she said do not look back
You’d think someone’s out to get me with the way she said “cover your tracks”
But I think she’s just caring about someone other than herself
Not enough of us are daring enough to help anybody else

But we’ve got the desire
And we’ve got the dream
We’ve started the fire
And we’ve planted the seed
We’re building on each other
Starting with you and me
And maybe in time we can show the rest just how great it can be
And maybe in time we can show the rest just how great it can be

Low Battery (Dear Mother)

Leave the porch light on, I’m coming Home tonight,
but don’t wait up for me. I think I’ll be alright.
The world out there ain’t what it used to be.
For so long now nothing’s been the way it seemed.

And I just want to close my eyes and feel
that I can make it by and still
be exactly who I am on the inside.

On the other hand, tonight may be a long night.
Don’t wait up for me, I think I’ll be alright.
But I’m coming Home. I’m coming, but I’ll take my time,
and if things work out I’ll be seeing you tonight.

But I just want to close my eyes and feel
that I can make it by and still
be exactly who I am on the inside.

Never before have I felt so far away.
I want nothing more than to find a place to stay.
My lucky stars reflect the holes inside my thoughts.
Is this what it feels like when you know that you’ve been lost?

Now I just want to close my eyes and feel
that I can make it by and still
be exactly who I am on the inside.

The Music Never Lied

Ever since I left your town I’ve been feeling like I’ve been missing something
Counting those times you said I’ll be alright, I think that’s been our theme all summer
Now I’m the one that’s saying the line because I finally found a good reason not to die

The last two summers I spent on the road, maybe it’s good I spend the next six months doing something
I let myself get out of control I just hope next year I find a good place to call home
But home is where the heart is, I belong with the kids in Roseville and Weymouth
I hope this time we do it right, I think together we can make it
For every time you’ve picked me up I promise I’ll be there when you think you’ve had enough

I’ve seen that look in your eyes you get when you sing “things are gonna be alright”
And you believe that the music doesn’t lie
We’ll be alright

Ever since I left your town I’ve been feeling like we can accomplish something
More than just laying around, I think we can live the way that we’ve been hoping
Trust me when I say our line, in a few months time I’ll show you reasons not to die

I’ve seen that look in your eyes you get when you sing “things are gonna be alright”
And you believe that the music doesn’t lie
We’ll be alright

I’ve seen that look in your eyes you get when you sing “things are gonna be alright”
And you believe that the music doesn’t lie
We’ll be alright
You’ll be alright!

Night Sky

Are you still awake? Do you see the same stars I see above my head up there in the night sky? Tonight I am thinking of you. Somewhere in this valley, not too far away, is the friend who taught me it’s okay to be afraid when my heart skips a beat in the way it does when I think of you.

When I’m with you all my thoughts they unravel. Like depression does when I would go travel to distant states to see long lost places and friends. But this feeling with you is something much more than the thrill of standing on some distant shore. It’s the fears and hopes that I may be falling again.

Are you still awake? Do you see the same stars I see above my head up there in the night sky? Tonight I am thinking of you.

Thinking of you I have to admit that I’m scared to death to knock down what I’ve built, that great fortress I’ve locked all my feelings inside. Because these emotions they hit me like hurricane wind when I let them out of my beating chest. There’s just something about being with you that makes me feel alive.

Are you still awake? Do you see the same stars I see above my head up there in the night sky? Tonight I am thinking of you. Somewhere in this valley, not too far away, is the friend who taught me it’s okay to be afraid when my heart skips a beat in the way it does when I think of you. Tonight I’m thinking of you.

One Man

“One man,
standing against MADNESS,
kindles anew the spark of Freedom,
and elevates the Spirit of Man.
How can we not stand with Him?”

Drown all your thoughts like a boat in the ocean,
forget what it means to be unique.
Tune in to the messages we are broadcasting
and then watch our re-runs on the TV.

We’ve got LIES on our brainwaves, lives gone to waste,
radiation’s emitted, agency’s replaced.
Morality is now refused, and loyalty is legally abused,
once again.

Wade out. Forget the shore.
You’re only worthwhile to them
while you’re making their iron-ore.
Wade out.

There’s destroyed connections with lives on the line.
Lack of ambition when the smokes’ in the sky.
And can’t you see the casualties
of idolic standing in this economy?

“While they prate of economic laws, men and women are starving.
We must lay hold of the fact that economic laws are not made by nature.
They are made by human beings.”

Estimated endeavors. Underestimated design.
Flawless destruction of the human mind.
While humanity seeks its end,
this planet’s decaying has already begun.

Pride

You say that I’m not meant to fly,
but who’s keeping me from trying
to let these dreams take flight?
No, I don’t mean to cause alarm,
and I never meant to harm
those views that you’ve kept inside.
Don’t look down on that you’ve never tried.
Now it’s only time before this catches up to you.

And now I just want to fly far away
but you’ll say to come down and stay.
For once, I’d like to just get away
from this crowd to stay.

I dream that one day we might find
all the questions behind
these answers we’ve found, unknowingly.
But, until that day, I swear
I’ll do my best to bear the strength
to make it through the day.
So please, please swallow your pride,
long enough to find your way.
It’s not often people get to see it twice.

And now I just want to fly far away
but you’ll say to come down and stay.
For once, I’d like to just get away
from this crowd to stay.

The Prince

With string I’ve tied to a group of birds I’m off of this planet for an eternity, the rose just doesn’t smell like it did after so many years living in solitary. So I’m into space to find another place, I don’t want to live here again without another friend.

On my journeys I found a man on his own tiny world. He was a big and wealthy king with his big ermine cloak unfurled. He said I was his subject. I object! I won’t be a part of it. Your kingdom is what your eyes can see and only what your ears can hear, watch me disappear.

Soon I met another man upon Asteroid 326. For knowledge’s sake I tried to land just to learn the man was way too conceited. He taught me to clap and admire another for all the wrong reasons, because he said that he was better than me. What he doesn’t know are all the places that I soon will be. Again into space to find another place, I don’t want to go home again without finding a friend.

In short I met many men but in the end they were exactly the same – Toppler, Explorer, Worker, Counter, King – alike with different names. Nothing left of any imagination, I had yet to find a person that remembered what it meant to be young.

When I had all but given up I found hope again in the form of a child, an abandoned pilot surrounded by desert on all sides for miles. I told him we could be adventurous acquaintances. Won’t you be my traveler? And I will be your little prince.

Solid Ground

You say this time it will all be over in just a little while
But you know deep inside that you just started the ride
Your heartbreaks and headaches the routine that you try to run everyday
Because change is one thing you still can’t face

And it feels like everyone’s pushing you down
Because your feet can’t find solid ground
If you could remember the reason you left
You’d be happier now

But the games that you play feel like a loaded die in the hands of fate
You’re a pawn and every move you’ll make as been paved.
Every three steps forward means a day in reverse
You lose the turn ’cause you never learn
It’s your own hands that put you there in the dirt.

And it feels like everyone’s pushing you down
Because your feet can’t find solid ground
If you could remember the reason you left
You think you’d be happy now

Truth is, everyone is reaching out
To pull you on to firm ground
But you won’t forget the reason you left
You’re still looking down

Something Greater Than A Midnight Walk

Late nights on our telephones explaining things we really could care less about but it’s just nice to know that somebody is still there. Everyone needs an escape and you are mine tonight to tell me that everything’s alright. You’ve shown me that we will be alright.

Another early morning and I just can’t get out of bed. Depression gets the best of us. And you’re still running through my head, but the promise that we made last night I swear I’ll never break. Sometimes I just wish that that could change.

And when everyone has gone somewhere else I promise I’ll be right here. When the hard part comes will you still be around to whisper in my ear that everything will all work out and there is nothing left to fear? But sometimes it’s all too much and I need you around. Right now it’s just too much, won’t you come back to town.

Please promise that you will call me before you dare try that again. If I can’t help you out of it I’ll be with you through the end. In case that’s sooner than we had hoped I guess I better tell you now that I love you friend. I just wish you’d come to town because I’ll miss you when I need you like I do now.

And when everyone has gone somewhere else I promise I’ll be right here. When the hard part comes will you still be around to whisper in my ear that everything will all work out and there is nothing we should fear? But right now it’s just too much and I need you around. Sometimes it’s all too much. Won’t you come back to town? Because right now it is just too much and I need you around.

Storyteller

Winter has fallen on the town
And with the falling snow all emotion is pouring out.
And maybe for me love is best found in our storytelling.

Springtime is sprouting all around.
Nature is reborn, maturity in the cold hard ground.
And maybe for me love is the sound of the songbirds singing.

Summer brings sunshine through the clouds.
Earth reflects its warmth and joy is heard in every sound.
And maybe for me love is the sight of children playing.

Autumn paints colors on the ground.
Nature sheds its leaves while temperatures are going down.
And maybe for me love is the story of earth repeating.

And maybe for me love is beautiful storytelling.

The Suicide Experiment, Pt. 1

I don’t think I’m good enough and I know I’ve got confidence issues, but somehow I don’t think it’s that. So I always look down and you think there’s got to be a reason, but there’s not and it’s upsetting to me that you can’t accept that. I do my best to hide feeling because I know what they say when they see I’m not normal and I just can’t change but I’d be lying if I said there aren’t a few good friends that I’ll love forever because they still love me just the same.
But nothing has changed. The world is poisoned and the good guys are losing again. So this is goodbye my friend

I can see the sun rise over city lights as the smog rolls out that snug in through the night. Once a pretty landscape, now a suburban blight. From when I wake up in the morning til I pass out in the evening, and sometimes even in my dreams, the thoughts never escape me: “When will I be left alone? Ever since we were young you saw the promised land, I saw a loaded gun.”
Why do you blind yourself from what I’ve become? I know I’m not like you but I’m still someone. You run after empty dreams, I run from my memories. I’ve been reaching out calling out your name, but you just turn away. I only bring you shame. It seemed you never heard my cries but I dug up the lies. When will I be left alone? Ever since we were young you saw the promised land, I saw a loaded gun

I’ve gone from city to city and nothing is different, there’s still cuts on the wrists and this feeling of hopelessness. It’s true what they say, it doesn’t matter where you’re living you must still live your life day to day. There’s no use running away.
But nothing has changed, the world is still poisoned and the good guys are losing again. So this is goodbye, my friend.

The Suicide Experiment, Pt. 2

I’ve seen it time and time again
Another vice takes another friend
Tricked into thinking some day they are coming back
They’ve been lied to so many times
They forget what they’re doing is a crime
And some of us are starting to think they have it right

So grab your knife if you think it helps
And down the pills you hide on the shelf
Anything to block out emotions you wish you never felt
You can spend your whole life
Searching for a paradise
But every path you take will someday let you down

One day your philosophical heart may die
And I now how you’ll feel because it happened to mine
But that’s not the end, you move on somehow
Your spirit takes over when your heart shuts down
It’s just another bodily instinct
Your spirit can be one of the toughest things
But without will-power you’re an empty shell
Depression kicks in and that’s worse than hell

So grab your knife if you think it helps
And down the pills you hide on the shelf
Anything to block out emotions you wish you never felt
You can spend your whole life
Searching for a paradise
But every path you take will someday let you down

So many years spent on the run
Wishing you had a loaded gun
Because the side-effects of your messed up life
Are worse than the scars left from the knife
And now the accusations fly
With the distressed faces asking “Why?”
“It’s the coward’s way out” she said with tears in her eyes
Let me be the first coward, give me that knife!

You can take it from me if you think it helps
I’ve still got pills hidden on the shelf
I’ll do whatever it takes
If it takes the pain away

The Suicide Experiment, Pt. 3

Tell my mom I’m coming back
It wasn’t her fault and it sure wasn’t dad’s
I just needed to find myself and…well…I found him
And tell my dad I’m coming home
I’ve never said and meant this but I’m sure he knows
Somewhere inside after all the fights I kind of love him
And I’ll probably never admit this again
But will you please tell everyone of my friends who knew
…They were right…
And won’t you, for me, please hold them close tonight

Remember our view from the freeway overpass?
Before I could take that step you pulled me back
You said “There’s going to be so much more,
I know you don’t see it now, but you’re gonna soar.
But I can see
what’s in front of me
And I know that’s not you
Tell me what you really want to do.”

Who have I become inside?
I’m scared of the answer, maybe that’s why I tried
And last of all I want to tell you
Without you here I don’t know what I’d do
It was you that showed me I’d gone too far

What a wonderful view from the freeway overpass
Before I could take that step I’m glad you pulled me back
You said “There’s going to be so much more”
I know I didn’t see it then, but I’m gonna soar
But I can’t see
Where my path will lead
All I know
Is I want you to come with me

Telecaster Disaster

I tried to hide inside what you told me I should be. I had one foot firm on the ground, but the other in the sea. I tried to convince you I was nothing, but the truth was staring right through me. And I promised that this time things would change, I could stand up, but I know that nothing’s different. I still can’t look or act that tough. And a voice can be deceiving but mine is just as easy to believe. So I swore that this time I could give up. Until that day came I was convinced I’d had enough. I felt sickened by this art of acting tough, so I’m done acting up.

And it’s easy to set aside what’s important, what feels right. It’s easier to pick up habits from these eighteen years of fighting what’s been pressed into a routine, through these modern-day machines. So is it now enough to just proclaim what you want to see? I can tell you now that you can’t just proclaim what you want to be. Now it may be sunny outside, but I’m not sure what I want to see. This weatherman’s threatening to broadcast major tragedies. But I’m just not too sure that I now what it means to step outside and see it pouring dreams, so the rain is a welcomed sight for me.

My thoughts are full of holes about what is, about what can be. My fist is full of ink about the hopes I know we’ll never see. And the litter in the streets that I walk by is always telling me: I put my head too high up in this ever-fading atmosphere looking for a glimpse of the bus that takes me far from here – the life that I do not want to lead. But each step I take brings it closer to me.

And I’m so tired of being who I’m not, always looking up into the face of a lost-cause, where the questions are all I ever see and the answers never come to me. I don’t know where I am but I don’t think I want to find out. I had a destination but its felt great now that I’ve lost it. I don’t know what is right, but I know how to find out if it’s wrong. And I don’t know where ‘Home’ is, but once I do, I know that I just won’t belong.
No, once I do, I know that I’ll NEVER belong..!

Tired Eyes

Turn off the lights, close the door
Protect your head from your troubles once more
Tell yourself that you’re alright
And you can make it through one more night
Now go to sleep.

Fighting to stay at peace ’til dawn
Tossing and turning but you know you must go on
These tired eyes won’t rest tonight
And faded memories can’t offer any light.

“It’s just a dream,” sometimes you say
but you can never seem to take the pain away
So remember me when you’re down and out
It seems we’ll all need someone else to lift us out:

When all you feel is someone else’s fame
Standing in the shadows, giving credit, taking blame
It only seems fair to stand up and proclaim:
“I’m not okay!”

The moon is out and full tonight
But at it’s biggest it’s still small amidst the sky
And just like you it must move on
It’s got a role it has to play before the sun
Comes in strong!

And there’s no crowd to see its race,
just another lonely guy finding his place.
Turn on the lights, close your eyes
Let it out while no one else can hear the cries.
“It’s just a dream,” I’ve heard them say,
but I bet that none of them have ever felt this way:

When all you see is someone else’s fame
Standing in the shadows, giving credit, taking blame
It only seems fair to stand up and proclaim:
“I’m not okay!”

You did your best,
And though you’re small
It seem you might just
Make a difference after-all…

Tribute

I’m homesick. That’s what I tell myself.
But sometimes I secretly feel
I’m in love with the place I’m staying
And nothing can take it from my grasp again.

This is my tribute to Great Salt City.
And this view, Ensign where I’m sitting,
Is something I can never explain
Nor forget for the rest of my life.

Won’t you sit with me as we share our stories
Of how we got here and of where we’re going
As we look out upon our city,
Just big enough for all of us.

Ain’t it something such a broken down kid
Can change as much as I know I did
Because of the people I have met.
These last 12 months I’ll never forget.

For many reasons I guess I’m still homesick
But not for Weymouth or for Bloomington
Or for Party Town up in the Northwest,
But for my own place where I can be with my friends.

Salt Lake has never been so good.

Trouble is the First Step To Comprehension

Sometimes I realize that I am heading nowhere. Others I hold to the fact that I have got nowhere to go. It’s not that it’s disappointment, I’ve no reason for shame for trying to be myself in a cold, cruel world.

And with each new day that comes I feel that I am on the right road. The world can try to pass me by, but why? I don’t know. But I’ve got something inside saying, “I can make it this time!”

Sometimes I give up long before the end’s in sight. Some days I get too far in to quit. Some days bring hope that what’s ahead is bearable, and sometimes fear is all I get.

And it may be the farthest thing from truth, but I’ll make them believe that I am not afraid. When it comes to standing tall I’ll be brave.

Sometimes it feels like I just keep heading down a hill, the hopes seem lost and the trouble will never stop. Sometimes I’ll feel like the flowers on your windowsill, the sun beats down and the good times make me feel so strong. And having both is what I call living decently, enough ups and downs to drive someone to insanity. So how do you keep from falling to the ground below? Just take a breath and realize that sometimes that’s the way it goes.

With each new day that comes I feel I’m on the right road. The world can try to pass me by, but why? I don’t know. But I’ve got something inside saying, “I can make it this time!”

“I can make it this time!”