VERSE 1:
A flock of ravens. A disconcerting recollection
of a past memory that I would rather forget, neglect.
Ahh but it will not die.
If I only could talk to you. Standing behind you in the bathroom mirror
But rusty hinges have long locked your front door
And poor reception has distorted my signal
CHORUS:
Standing in front of you.
You don't see me cause I’m camouflaged into your background
Disregarded delivery boy.
Roadside bars and ice-cream parlor playwrights.
Trying to write their own endings. Write a knew beginning.
Never a new beginning.
VERSE 2:
And all the lies I’ve told will catch up with me.
Casual untruths walk around and slay me.
Oh the voices of my past they haunt me now and ever more.
Close that door.
CHORUS:
And were you waiting for a smile?
Well you might as well wait for an eternity
My eyes are a million years old and they have seen all the pain and stories
That were ever told. All those sad stories
Until I grow old
BRIDGE:
Until I grow old, old, old. I will grow old with the time
Road you are so far away
Road you I’ve got to travel today
But someday you and I will be together I can still feel it.
But my soul has already been sold to a public utility hell, can’t you tell?
Every passerby will smile and kick me. I built my own hell
VERSE 3:
And the walls keep closing in, in a field, and the sky is my roof yet to yield.
And the walls here they seem so dark and gray, and gray
Depressing mysterious oversight. And I work by artificial lamplight.
The sun and I are strangers, ahh yes today.
I did not see the sun this day.
CHORUS:
And my lies could take apart the pyramids brick by brick
and unearth treasures, and destroy them.
Ahh, nursing my scars, until they bleed. They still bleed
Ahh, wouldn’t it be nice if she still loved you.
Isn’t perfection worth throwing away?
If she had asked you to stay.
Ahh, but not today.
Created: 1989
Performers: Ned Park: lead and rythm electric guitar, Phil Cassidy: bass, Carl: everything else
Information: Written on the same day as ressurection song very early 1989. There are four other verses to this but they've all been trashed cos it's the most verbose song in my catalog anyway. Just full of weirdo imagery example:' my lies could tear down the pyrimids...' The new (built up) ending was only added four years ago. Ned's guitar work which I can hear right now as I type this really makes the song work and it's almost impossible to play without at least mimicing the solos in some way.
VERSE 1:
So you sail across the water
Searching for something you don’t even know
And your so damn sure that it’s not going to be
Right here, under your nose
Don’t let me be a forgotten man. Don’t let me be a forgotten man
Don’t let me be a forgotten man in your heart, in your heart in your heart
CHORUS:
When is the right time
To walk away, to leave it all behind
What’s true?
The way, that you can’t help but listen to...
The way we must be
And you knew all the time it was never me
Never me
All I am, is just another Forgotten man
VERSE 2:
Don’t let me be a forgotten man in your heart, in your heart in your heart
CHORUS:
There are times
When time will time you until time doesn’t matter
Strip your gears and justify your fears
And leave you alone
As you sit on your plane to knowhere
And the runway disappears, beneath your safe feet
Just try and forget everything that you ever meant to be
As I will forget you
Try to forget you
VERSE 3:
Don’t let me be a forgotten man, inside your heart. In your heart in your heart
Created: 1991
Performers: Carl
Information: Anchor part II but you're not supposed to know that. This is one of my first attempts at true pop ear candy. Still melencholy and darkish but those bells in the beginning scream out top 40. This one is most likely slated to be on our next album whenever that comes out. That is if I don't forget it.
VERSE 1:
Sitting on my front porch on a Sunday night.
Listening to the traffic and the neighbors fight.
Here in suburbia, it doesn’t get any better than this.
The TV’s on inside but the volume’s down.
Just to make me believe that I’m not alone in this town.
And the traffic keeps on moving.
And for the moment the world’s an OK place tonight.
VERSE 2:
I drank my last Pepsi at a quarter to three.
The raccoons just crept out to have a look at me.
And why do I have the feeling that all of this must soon come to an end?
In the corner of Pennsylvania I will write this song.
And maybe some day you might want to follow along.
But for now, it’s just me and the raccoons on a Sunday night.
CHORUS:
But talk is cheap, and time is short.
And we will not weep. Nor will we court,
The powers that be.
To come and listen to me.
And if we don’t try then we’ll just stay still.
We say we’ll commit. But we know we never will.
So here we stand at the gates of Heaven.
Scarred to look in.
Created: 1992
Performers: No recording available, orignal version destroyed
Information: Just like the title says. I sat on my front porch and wrote this song in the very early autm of 1992. Then end chorus talks about how I hope and pray we'll make it but we know we never will. After I get more profecient at my fingerpicking this one should be very sweet. Just a non comerical song I wrote for the fun of it (go figure).