A mystery is abound
I was never accustomed to...
I had never spoken of...
Have you ever just walked away?
I had never seen those faces
They whispered in the receiver
They sang you to sleep
They were featured in my dreams
I found a key in my pocket
The door to heaven swung
off its hinges it fell
into a hole in the ground
I threw dust in the sky
It scattered out far and wide
Its soil filtered in the water of my eyes
Take a vow of silence
if your words betray you
The better thoughts and moments sit
idle with your time
and motion sifts away impurities
(artwork by Bob Rob)
MM 1998
You're sitting on a plane,
your eyes are on the ocean
I'm wondering what you're thinking
I'm wondering where you're going
Halfway around the world,
is that would it would have taken
for you to figure out
if you could still love me?
I couldn't go there with you.
You're sitting on a plane,
your eyes are on the landscape
Landscapes of time and space
rose up to stand between us
I could cover my eyes and ears,
but its promise was clear
I could see you running
halfway around the world
I couldn't go there with you.
I couldn't have imagined
pushing you away
It couldn't have been scripted
with such a sudden end
I couldn't stop the bleeding
just begging for forgiveness
I couldn't have imagined
losing my best friend
I couldn't go there with you.
(artwork by Bob Rob)
MM 1998
Crushed like a soda can
Can this lifeline recycle itself
to the fullest straight and narrow?
There’s no time like tomorrow
to make it like today
I kick a rock down a road,
I throw a stone into a stream,
to dream of less important things
I wake up screaming
Kick yourself for sleeping in
through the re-ignition moment
Until the planets realign,
the sun and I will bide our time
It moves on anyway,
regarding regardless of what to say
about the wrenching wait
The prodigal girl was led astray
Her words ring so true
if only to get back at you
for losing a grip, sanity
I’ve got it sinking in,
its warmth is a blanket
to the greatest of the Great God’s
air-conditioning vent
MM 1998
(Artwork by Bob Rob)
Mark steady with trembling hands
X's across the calendar
Count up the days I thee wed
You've stumbled across your balance
Scratch away the cold secrets
Loving with paper and pencil
Reaching the most quiet resolve
You have passed a failing test
I was bound to bleed the rest.
Your voice sounds like it's right next door
I can envision you right around
Cold kissing with sweat in vacant air
I can still remember you right here
Count up the days with numbers
It's the strangest kind of loneliness
Counting with quiet resolve
Airports are both joyous and tragic
They make the sweat fall from my palms
That day I woke up beside you
Today I am living inside the phone
Your eyes are the stars across my dreams
If they would fall just for me
I might well be the one
MM 1999
(Artwork by Bob Rob)
See closing doors are open
Hear open doors slam shut
I'm either left on or left out
I'm either right out or right on
You could be either one
Revolving circles of understanding
A moment on a moment off
The cuff I'm clinging onto,
a downward funnel inward
If you could relate to
The shovel use is digging
your way out your way in
Not inherently anything,
it's just another instrument
I am the musician
Open doors to let control out
The harbors burdened some
Seeking out and seeking in
Spinning spools do come undone
I am the other
MM 1998
(artwork by Bob Rob)
Here I am, as broken as the bottle on the sidewalk
Here I stand, as solid as the key that unlocked your heart.
You make it so easy to lose myself
You make it so easy to find myself
Here I am, as empty as the lines are drawn between us
Here I stand, as solid as the space that we will fill in
You make it so easy to lose myself
You make it so easy to find myself
Here I am, as ugly as the last conversation
Here I stand, as beautiful as a first kiss
MM 1998
Fuzzy tones and crickets chirping,
moths gravitate to the light bulb
Bones are crackling like a campfire
I'm alone with my desires
Black dog he's all give out,
man it was a hot one today
I'm kicking back with reflection
on what's transpired
From one moment to the next
it's all of little consequence
to guests of a party
thrown for someone. No one
really knows what it's about
Me, myself and I had it out
over a drunk bottle of wine
and a two dollar bill
It's hard to hear yourself
thinking about much at all
over the snoring ruckus
of the sleeping dog
The music of mellow tones.
is admittedly intoxicating
The silence of ringing phones
it put me to sleep
MM 1998
