anesthetized by life – life that arrives in snowy images of white with messages I can’t help but receive and am powerless to fight believe me i will push on afraid to clear a path far better than I have made of pitfalls laid only to deceive but for others who prayed i believe ©2011… Read More Anesthitized By Life
every day we trade the wonder of life in the garden for the confusion of a dream long since forgotten a race to grab the riches a rug pulled out from under a fall from grace you can’t control … every day we wake to wonder and turn away to face the face of the… Read More Every Day
it all went down so long ago i thought that i forgot it all but the scar where i once knew her she broke my heart – but she broke, too i was the one ‘picked up the phone she said my name it all came rushing back in a dam-burst out of breath, in… Read More She Broke Too
I don’t believe a word I say anymore to anyone anyway I don’t believe in anything but the ties that bind us all and keep us calm like we’re free After all, I’m inclined to remember the way we were when we were you and me. I don’t need a little string wrapped around my… Read More Ties that Bind
bitter pain sweet like sugar and faint as starlight reaching out as numberless small like raindrops forgotten if unnoticed and a flood tomorrow reaching out as numberless as luckless placing blame pain sweet like sugar reaching out only ever empty handed bitter ©2011 Pale Yellow Music/ASCAP
Lie down in the yarrow of the field Let yourself be swallowed By waves of deep green And lose the notion that it all might be a dream Upon new grass, become a love supreme An unfortunate soul trying to break through Caught in the power lines of a fortunate few Say a prayer for… Read More New Threnody
give me a reason give me a sign and show me something is on the other side i know you’re out there i’m telling you how i feel and telling you something you forget again, and again I try and pretend it’s a just cause again, and again I try and defend something of a… Read More Stand Up!
there’s a small boy standing on the corner he sheds his coat and dries his eyes; spring makes one feel as if they can fly, but no one here has ever tried. with eyes to the sky he sets his face like a flint and pins his hopes on the rising sun spring makes one… Read More the promise of spring
‘too late for goodnight … i just want to see you ‘hope you don’t wake from the hallway light i just want to hold you but i guess it can wait now you sleep tight ’cause i’m too late for goodnight too late for goodnight so i turn on the t.v. and the cold comfort… Read More too late for goodnight
my eyes are heavy my feet are like stone walking for miles and not a step closer to home. she walks in like a dream we’re alone the moon’s just not helping and I begin stumbling a tumble down Slumber Hill in the dream we are laughing but I know she’s left me a tumble down… Read More Slumber Hill
Robert Müller and the Way Home 