Stop the Feeling

all eyes and ears
my sins your tears

here it stands
many years older
rewriting this script
countless mis-hits it's later
all rendered useless together
sick alone misunderstood

stop feeling
stop the feeling
make numb
make it numb

shouts threats misdemeanors
your temper hits
screams rise higher
like crazy neighbors wall's width fights
until we fall so deep back into this
slow motion abyss
sinking slow but sink steady
we've been checking out slowly all this time
together

stop this feeling
i'm already num

dreamed that dream a thousand times
i was sold a lie
we'd live together forever
bye and bye

now my doubts are confirming
nothing subtle
scream it to me louder
stomach hurts
we meet in between space
now go away!

you say you got your reasons
and I say I got mine
but we've now run out on time
we are not
you are you and i am me
children of this phenomenon
reproduce phenomenon
over this plea

stop this
stop this feeling
it never stops hurting
feeling hurting
back to the front
you coward
you imbecile

i can't stop listening again and again...

there's this thing
that keeps me coming back
and back for more
i just can't ignore

it's reassuring and unnerving
I can't get a grip
it's solid then it slips
but keeps me coming back to it

i trust the feeling
then feel like I'm just dreaming
people don't understand
you can't sense this connection

plug in
join the song
it's simple sublime and true
miracle in song's feeling
connects you to me

there's this thing
found in the beat
treat yourself
fever sting swelling treat

drive insanity
compilation connects
something more than bane
use music
something feel touches membranes

Lost No Translation

i try to get out the words
but they're momentarily
lost in my head
and trapped on my tongue

you stopped listening already
while I try to work out the mechanics
the synapse brain to mouth connection
in that space you had moved on
i lost you
then when I fired it out
you were gone.

timing is everything
and my timing is off.

Spitting it Out

Los Angeles
your namesake city
takes my name in vain
curses me to dark

just the same as ever
your wrath
i wear it like a sweater

raw and open
it's happening over
and over
just let's close this wound

put things right
see sunshine
outside the half light

when we come together
it's never forgotten
we just need more love
making us whole

why is your soul
so full of holes
smoking over your vision
can't see the forest
we've grown

years have passed
my love
we move along sideways
hang on to familiar plans of attack

loosen your finger grip
to hold firmer
let go of footholds
that stop our upward motion

The Waste

Days go by
time on freeways
drought ridden ski slopes dust
seeps down on Pacific Ocean

this guy outside my window
won't shut up he's yelling madman
dreaming the streets in lucid colors
shut them up

I see children cowering in back seats
father's yelling destroying them
the car idles
quitely at the curb

military might make it
get it straight annihilate it
muscle car motor
roadside madness

hookers in my hood
riding bikes to trick or treat
summer never left this street
alarm siren serenade complete

Days go by
freeways
rancore maladies people injured
running to and fro

white collar crime rates
statistical representations
life is precious
death sentence treatment