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listen to the mp3
kiss me, my darling, before i go
my flight leaves at 8 am
i’ll see you when i get home
i’ll call you from the west coast
and when i say i love you
it’s for always
starting today
hey there, it’s me, from the air
i just called to say…i miss you
i’ll hope that you will be….
happy.
so kiss me, my darling, before i go
October 2nd, 2001
listen to the mp3
i’m struck by the beauty i now see in you
i’ve long ignored the red white and blue
has someone switched you in the night?
i see you new by the dawn’s early light
rubble and reasons that do not stand
life slips out of a grasping hand
planes that turn and terrorize
dry are empty, tearless eyes
we will rebuild
a peace taken by fear
we will rebuild
and we’re still here
under your colors that wave in the wind
we fight in a war we did not begin
a spotlight to shadows, darkness will flee
we bury the brave and we rally the free
over our shoulder we carry you on
we raise you high, plant you on lawns
our sorrow is strong, but so are you
the beautiful red, the white, the blue
September 20th, 2001
written while watching familes searching for the missing after September 11th
Listen to “911″
tangible shadows
a reason to fear
out of the darkness
evil is here
hope holds a picture
we don’t seek to find
but bring to life
the death on our minds
how long will you tarry, Lord?
how long till you carry us home?
my soul cries to You…for rescue
dust in our lungs
but what shall we scream
wake in a nightmare
fresh from a dream
sunshine escapes us
it must look away
while we survivors
must stay
September 14th, 2001
i wrote this when an earthquake struck japan and yugoslavia was undergoing
revolution – and i was in as much confusion.
listen to mp3
i’m not a strong man
when i push down
get up again
but the hardest thing
is seeing you smile through
tears of my intent
are you ok?
i did not mean it
i’m sorry
please won’t you stay?
i’d quit betting on me…
here are scars from fights we’ve won
here are scars from nights i’ve run
but head me off at the pass
i’m a rat born into a maze
i don’t know any other way
don’t question the walls
or the end of my days
i can’t see anything but yesterday
the ground will shake beneath my feet
the nations will fall in flames
but cover me up in your promises
and tell me again how you know my name
here are scars from fights we’ve won
here are scars from nights i’ve run
but head me off at the pass
i’ve got so much i want to say to you
but the words all spill out of order
put a hand on my shoulder
You know…
May 5th, 2001
listen to the mp3
so you have your first real love
but didn’t you just tell me
i was the one you were thinking of?
(ahh)
48 hours grows me up
you swallowed me and threw me up
’cause somebody better came along
and i wonder what went wrong
i would have been just friends with you
i would have done what you asked me to
i’m so used to being used, but with you
it felt so new
you said you never wanted to hurt me
you said it would break your heart
to up and go and leave me alone
how well you knew your part
did you lie when you said you’d cry
if you ever took advantage of me
even i can see through tears in my eyes
you’ve never been so happy
i’m mad at myself for letting you
do just what you warned you would do
and i’m mad at you for saying things
that evidently were not true
February 2nd, 2001
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