the mind of a photo enthusiast
is a mind from a very strange dream
waking up looking out of a mirror
trying to fit all the things that he sees
and when you harm yourself
you look so good to him
and when you walk away
he takes a picture
(rest) no you can't win
you can't get the upper hand
silver tounges bow down he sees through
your fear he sees you
until you walk away
the mind of a 14 year old
is a mind from a very strange dream
waking up to some hand written papers
all about who I think i am
and when you compliment me
i feel the scrutiny
and if I know you want me
i turned and walked away
(rest) no I can't win
I can't get the upper hand
silver tounges bow down I sees through
your fears I see you
until you walk away
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Lyrics - Old Black
old black mama in my head
i remember every word she ever said
she sang in the choir that the preacher lead
she saved me from the grave when i was dead
when she spoke she took her time
we'd share a jar of muskidine
sometimes the words she said would rhyme
of the days when she was nine
she would hold me close when i would cry and comfort me
smelled the wiskey and cigars every time she breathed
but to me it was a sense that told me i was real
saved me from my questions brought me to reality
old black mama in my head
i remember every word she ever said
she sang in the choir that the preacher lead
she saved me from the grave when i was dead
when she spoke she took her time
we'd share a jar of muskidine
sometimes the words she said would rhyme
of the days when she was nine
i have dreamed of mystics and i've dreamed of the deceased
dreamed of unseen spirits and bovine halfling beasts
all would sing and dance for my attention and compete
but only one would stand between myself and my defeat
ch
when she needed water for tomatoes she would boil
we'de go to the backyard through a gate that needed oil
pull the rusty handle and i never fathomed how
on the first or second pull cold water tumbled out
CH
i remember every word she ever said
she sang in the choir that the preacher lead
she saved me from the grave when i was dead
when she spoke she took her time
we'd share a jar of muskidine
sometimes the words she said would rhyme
of the days when she was nine
she would hold me close when i would cry and comfort me
smelled the wiskey and cigars every time she breathed
but to me it was a sense that told me i was real
saved me from my questions brought me to reality
old black mama in my head
i remember every word she ever said
she sang in the choir that the preacher lead
she saved me from the grave when i was dead
when she spoke she took her time
we'd share a jar of muskidine
sometimes the words she said would rhyme
of the days when she was nine
i have dreamed of mystics and i've dreamed of the deceased
dreamed of unseen spirits and bovine halfling beasts
all would sing and dance for my attention and compete
but only one would stand between myself and my defeat
ch
when she needed water for tomatoes she would boil
we'de go to the backyard through a gate that needed oil
pull the rusty handle and i never fathomed how
on the first or second pull cold water tumbled out
CH
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