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| "Walked away"
Vs1:
Me and my best friend,
were standing on the road,
along came twelve men ,
offering us gold
They said we'de be happy,
if we took their gold today,
but we just smiled at each other
and turned the other way.
Chorus:
No we didn't plan to stay,
there was nothing left to gain.
we just turned and walked away
and laughed at all our pain.
We just walked on real far,
there was nothing else to say,
but it didn't matter anymore,
we won't return any day.
Vs2:
Me and my best friend,
were standing in the hall,
and all the pretty girls said,
let's all have a ball.
They all danced and looked real fine,
but love ain't no friend of mine,
so we decided not to play,
we turned and walked away.
Chorus:
Vs3:
Me and my best friend,
were standing in court,
the verdict had come in,
the judge was to report.
We were to be locked away,
our lives spent in cage,
but they couldn't take freedom this way,
we just turned and walked away.
The judge spoke so loud,
that I couldn't hear him say
you'll die if you don't stay,
but it wouldn't 've made a difference anway,
we'd still have walked away.
And we are free until this day.
by : GW
"These leads"
VS1
There is a brilliant beauty from the convex of circulating-- bitterness,
but deep down inside where the darkness does hide,-- sins confess.
How can I listen to you speak to me in fear of fault
doubt placed by my assault--
the tears run and run and run
sowing seeds that can't be undone.
chorus:
Not at all in all ernesty,
that I'll take my stand,
nothing to learn from me,
drowning on the land.
It's like driving a car to the moon,
never can make it,
but now's never too soon.
Sleeping in the sun,
where all the skin is burned to emaciation of the soul,
and when night has just begun,
you're too young to feel old.
The Sober psychedelic,
who sees no colors,
they burn through him like to a musuem relic,
a child from a childless mother.
-- These dreams,
yeah these dreams.
These answers
these leads
VS2
You know those people that ask you whats wrong with a hot knife to your heart,
you think "where do I start ?
since I can't breath"
and when you can't answer,
they cut your needs.
The needs you hate,
the ones you can't Isolate,
and you would walk away from them,
if you knew where they were and what they had on you.
They say they're listening,
while listening to their headphones saying to you
"All the more reason you need Jesus, he solves everything,
here, take him and put him in your Pocket of wool and velcro,
reach in and take him when you need him
and so not to scratch your hand, go slow.
Chorus
VS3
Funny how the ones that are there in the end,
are the ones you thought to be empty,
and the one you thought your friend,
wrote a book on venting.
We've all had our share of what to say and what's been said,
looking back saying what vainity did I not comit?
and where now will I be in the end, yeah where will I be in the end
Man I wish i'd listen to what was going on,
maybe then the world could dream songs.
by:GW
"Please stop"
How much will I let you abuse me,
until I see,
that I should forget about you forever.
It goes on and on,
a never ending cycle,
goodbye is overdrawn.
God Be my leader,
Alanis my guide,
my brother my feeler,
and myself in my mind.
I'm not your play toy,
not for your amusement,
I'm just a dark boy,
that you're leaving clueless
A lover a dreamer,
a inquisitive believer,
a sensitive soul,
and a lost leader.
Please stop
oh can't you stop-- pushing away
your support bay.
And just like power spoke before,
it's all the little things that kill,
Where did the person I knew go,
will you return once more.
by: GW
"Pocket full of poison"
Now I find out that,
game after game,
you were keeping score,
and I was keeping pain.
Been playing ring around the rose,
sharp thorns ,root in stone.
Pocket full of poison.
and we all become drones.
You've judged me just enough,
to make me think I matter,
this has been rather rough,
the food i chew on my platter.
I don't have to suger-coat my uncertainty
to solidify your belief in me,
if you love some one,
set them free.
And I don't need anyone of you,
hang around to pull yourselves through,
but Im thankfull for you too.
I'm an independant,
filled with foolish pride,
lacking opposition,
insanity on my side.
Or so you spoke,
about the serious joke,
and the times I've been broke.
Yes just judge me,
just tick the squares
it's good to see,
that you still care.
by: GW
"Poet's Glade"
I passed a blind man skiing
just past poet's glade,
and i've never seen on a man
such a smiling face
Going over and over my thoughts,
I knew how the hapiness was brought.
His eyes were closed to the pain of the world,
and only a childs innocent voice could be heard.
A little furthur down,
my old man stopped and looked around.
He said you know isn't this brotherly love great,
your sisters kids are filled with sibling hate.
And on the way back up,
with a man I'd prejudged,
he whispered
"I got serious before I got old,
and now I've gotten seriously old"
I returned to poet's glade,
but entrance i was forbade,
father time did call,
and I left for next fall.
By: GW
"Apology"
I had this dream,
that I wasn't alone,
You and I,
were on the phone.
In this dream I still carred about you,
and all that you do,
and that's how I know it's a dream,
cuz that's not true.
I was helping you through your day,
going over problems,
trying to take your pain away,
keep you from hitting rock bottom.
We were good friends,
it was kinda nice,
I wouldn't mind seeing it brought to life.
Nothing more,
but something good,
you have me, and I you,
always understood.
so with these thoughts,
of good friends gone,
i was confused.
But not withdrawn
But this is a lie,
I have hated you so long,
I don't know why.
and it's never felt wrong.
Then as time progressed,
and I stopped you from your fall,
I realised that me caring about you
may not be a dream at all.
You are like a sister to me,
and I hardly know you,
but you make something free,
and I know I owe you-
apology
Forgive me?
by : GW
"Midnight Madness"
Tick- Tick-- Take away my life,
Take it past 12,
take it all night.
In the morning I'll be dead,
as I open my eyes,
and get out of bed.
So Bellicose to make peace
that I will hate the hate within me.
I listen to you tell me who I am,
and what I really mean.
In the end it just brings out where I've been.
After you tell me how much I'm hated,
you drift into the dark in lacrimation.
Leaving me to what I already knew,
and what I know I must do.
Fiasco Fetish Forced the Famished
To an alternate place where the lost are banished
and through the land of hopeless hearts,
grey permeates the endless dark.
To the mass I will go,
That they may extenuate my self caused sorrow.
by : GW
"Sweet Sixteen"
Second day of sweet sixteen
The families been bitter and it's hard to go unseen.
Tell me what you would do? In a time like this-
one of these era's of dark finesse.
Some things just don't work.
some people just don't click.
Some hearts feel a painful prick.
When the matriarch speaks another language,
and I don't even try to translate- got other stuff to worry about,
she's just one more thing preventing me from finding the answer.
The peace to end this ongoing unsettlement.
So I just say whatever will stop the battlements and leave me be.
And that sensetive girl that stopped calling me,
she's in a quarrel that she doesn't even see.
Poor beautiful queen, you left me in the past because the jerk took you back.
Have you so quickly forgotten how he used you? How he just treats you like crap.
Yet still it makes your day to be his pleasure.
To lose the pain, you don't have to take this measure.
I would give you anything--but I think loving you is a sin
In any case, I feel betrayed
even your sweet face, has ties of decay.
What do I say..tell me what to think
my heart sinks.
You didn't tell me about why you dissapeared
Instead you said you're busy this year.
Are you sure I didn't do something wrong?
Please let me know, before I'm gone.
Can I sing you a song?
Of that Burning peace in your eyes
that sensative heart that always cries
the very strange humor
that's just like mine
you're beautiful girl
Don't die inside.
The strange mall of mundane halls,
educate me in useless thralls.
I wonder if the country will call,
You know, I wouldn't mind a damn war at all.
By.G.W
"Know not"
You will never know
and I'll never show
I must be a freak,
this is the dark side of me.
I used to be good,
now misunderstood.
And I watch day by day,
as you fade away.
I'm afraid to tell you the truth,
that most others will use you.
And you'll go along,
never seeing what's wrong
till it's too late.
So I hope when you're old,
when you feel alone,
your kids aren't home,
and your husband is cold.
I hope without end,
that you'll remember a friend,
who so long ago,
loved you to death.
When the cliques can't be pleased,
because they won't exist,
and popularity is worthless.
When you have only you,
I hope my love will pull you through.
When no one will listen,
when no one will care,
I hope to God,
you'll see I'm sincere.
I'll be in your dreams,
to guide you along,
but sadly,
I think I'll be gone.
Yeah I hope without end,
you'll remember me then.
By G.W
"Quick and useless"
I'm blind to what's before me
and open to what's behind
I think my only sanity ,
is this ability to write.
My words aren't even flowing,
they just rhyme ever two lines.
And when the light is shining,
I'm too happy to let you know,
because my minds busy dining
on the delicious happy growth.
When I write of love,
it's in disdain
and when I talk of friendship,
it's a bonding and understanding,
of never ending pain.
Fatalism's funny, for just a tiny time,
but pesemistic views,
can quickly end one's life.
And yet the optimistic lads,
can also get very sad,
when their unrealistic dreams,
are quickly shattered but many means.
"Dimension 5"
CHORUS:
Well it was a simple hello,
and a quiet goodbye.
she obviously had somewhere else to go,
something on her mind.
And I , couldn't see past her eyes
into the deep heart,
that so captured mine.
Maybe someday when I wake,
there you'll be,
not a million miles away,
but right next to me.
VS1:
Every day,
on this search for myself,
I think of life,
as someone else.
It's working well,
again, I'm feeling strong.
Climbing from where I fell,
it won't be long.
VS2:
Being carefree,
and yet on the way.
How many care for me?
Day to day.
Hang on to each other,
for all the time.
Don't let yourself...live a lie!
VS3:
I feel the freedom from the corner,
old days are pulsating through me,
in years former.
Come laugh with me,
my old friend,
for you and I,
will live again!
By: Greg Wolfe.
"Black Tranquility"
Are ya like me?
Do you wear a different mask of dark melody?
Black tranquility.
Afraid to let others see, what's inside of me.
Don't know who I am anymore.
This fixed expression is a bore.
Don't know if I like the person I am underneath
Don't know if he likes who i pretend to be.
Someone different for everyone else.
Mold to what they want from me.
I hold a silence like all of them,
perhaps for a different reason.
They all hold their toungue,
in fear of being judged as dumb.
Same old arguments again
Nothing I haven't heard before, my friend.
Can't let anyone know,
this is my own freak show.
Gotta stay cold and invincible,
for the sake of a principle.
Keep offering my friends a fable,
of how they should be willing and able
to laugh when we are unstable.
Feels good for a while,
but humour is going outta style.
So many hide behind their parents and a computer,
trying to find a way to the future.
They all search for freedom
And something to complete them.
It's time for A REVOLUTION
I think we are the solution.
And the Love of everyone.
Let the electricty rage on,
until all your pain is gone.
Let the strings ring,
Hear the emotions they sing?
Afraid to turn to the one,
that I ran from.
Miss that other one,
Used to be radiant like the sun.
She's real inside too, wow..
if only she knew.
Makes me wanna say damn,
oh man...just, ...just...just damn.
Too many shades of gray-
stand up with me today,
and we'll all start the REVOLUTION
The war has just begun.
Not a battle with blood and gore,
not an anarchy of a freedom corps.
This is a fight deep down inside,
not for a victory, but to survive.
My enemy-foolish pride.
Torn between confusion in a mad void-
It must not be but conqured, rather-completely destroyed.
Can you hear me? Can you see me? Can you feel me?
My name's black tranquility-
and you breath me.
By: Greg Wolfe
"The Old School Hall"
Walked down these halls today,
at a slow unrestful pace.
Sat on a bench,
Blank expression on the face.
Don't know just what I feel; maybe disdain.
Think I should cry inside; for those I see in pain.
Want to help them all,
and take away their tears.
But I sit alone in these halls,
afraid of all their fears.
I can hear the voices from the past,
so windy and defenite.
I see the ghosts live at last,
None regretted it.
They whisper sweetly in my ear,
the injustice that they suffered.
Hoping I will hear,
and punish the lost brothers.
And deep inside my soul,
a dark memory relives.
What once was my goal,
shall forever end within.
When will the empty halls fill?
And the lovers all return.
For now blows a cold chill,
and the sad will all yearn.
Victims of age, holders of youth.
Sorrowful constant change, Long live the group.
By:Greg Wolfe (In memory of the innocent who died in the Columbine ordeal)
"No More"
No- I won't whisper those words to you;
Lest I be cursed with a broken heart.
And No- I won't be your friend;
Because I don't want a betrayal.
No- I won't laugh with you;
Nothing is funny anymore.
Yeah-I'll buy you a rose;
And break it in half, and give you the thorny stem.
Yeah- Let me tell ya, you are beautiful;
You are as pretty as a sunset, and like the sunset, I can never hold you...only admire your beauty--as you sink behind the cold rock earth.
Perhaps a new day will dawn;
With wich we can move on. Until then though;
I'm not gonna follow the light, I will just wait here in the dark for the sun to come to me.
Lonliness is my new best friend- because she never leaves me.
I've found others that would be so perfect-but I'm too broken to be for them- and they're too confused as to who I am.
What anchors us here- when you are by yourself?
What is it you fear- Perhaps nothing.
I literally fear....Nothing.
Because Nothing is more empty than something.
By: Greg Wolfe
"Just"
She's afraid of loss,
losing her heart again.
Hurt too much to believe in dreams.
trapped,by all the rules it seems.
A cold wind blows across the room,
and it's all that feels good to her anymore.
Because the cold can't fade, and the cold can't spread.
No more blood to be bled.
And though he told her she could trust him,
Why would she believe that?
Because her love is complete,
and it won't turn back.
On a cloudy day in the peaceful snow,
the two people stuck in the past-
stare at each other in hope,
of finding peace at last.
She's betraying her heart,
and he's ignoring his mind.
This just can't start,
but it seems so kind.
He starts to speak but she hushes his words,
"Just don't talk, listen to the birds."
So they held each other close,
for hours at a time-
then they had to go,
and pretend that it was a lie.
By:Greg Wolfe "But"
I keep telling myself to be strong
thinking that the words would make it so.
But good intentions don't stay for long
When you need a reason to go.
People around me need a friend
and keep looking to me for advice.
But if they knew how inside I easily bend
They might start to question life.
I tell them about how love should be
and how life can be so full.
But I find myself wondering inside
if I'm just a lonely fool.
By: Greg Wolfe
"Find Yourself Thinking"
CHORUS: Do ya ever find yourself thinking, about-
How this coulda been different, without-
The 'I love you's'?
Sometimes I find myself dreamin, within-
My heart, of dimmed love for you.
Verse1: If Only we hada stayed friends, because you can't
quite put and end, to something that never begins.
Please tell me I haven't destroyed a God sent gift
to me; Your beauty has always set-me-free!
Oh can't you see? I want to start it over-and take
it a lil slower?
Verse2: Oh can't we try again? And then if it still must
end, that'l be fine. because this second time, I'm
gonna do it all right!
Verse3: And you're too young angel, to not fly around!
You must go on up, in order to see the ground.
I don't wanna own you at all, unless you want me to
I won't chain you down, and make ya smaller too!
Verse4: I don't know why I've been dreamin, I don't know
why I think you've been thinking. But here's how
I've been feelin, it's something to believe in.
Will you give me a second chance? I don't know what
I'm asking for, because we didn't have much before.
but ever since you said no more-my face has been on
the floor. My ears still ring from when you
slammed the door.
Verse5: I know you're special, I know you're rare. I've
seen so many others-but I never did care, quite
this much. Will you give me a second chance?
Will you give me a second chance? Will you give me
a second chance?--If you find yourself thinking.
By: Greg Wolfe |
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