Southern California Made Us Promises

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Southern California made us promises
That no one could possibly make
The beach & the beauty
All revealed to be restlessly fake
But I know of a callow truth
Of heritage & the shore of Bodega Bay
Of family & the love we can’t forget
Perhaps I’ll make it back some sunny day

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Time Can Water Down Revolutions

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Time can water down revolutions
Make you think it’s all through
You’ve settled into the motions
Somehow your spirit failed you
But we have some hidden secrets
Something that keep the motor running
No use in divulging your very own truth
Locked lips; the sign of something more cunning

We Used To Know The Truths

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We used to know the truths
The fundamentals of our lives
Misplaced inspiration in youth
We, the lost children, who survived
Abandoned by artists searching for gold
Forgetting the dream of accepting yourself
Never admitting we’ve grown this old
Rejection of impending imperial wealth
Fuck your Republicans & Democrats
Those who sold the vision with betrayal
Insensitive bastards of the Cheshire Cat
Unsteady appeasement & divided we fail

You Know The Type

You know the type

Running off to sail the oceans

Claiming to be a dread pirate

Wishing for some sort of motion

A stagnant life killing the soul

Truth is, he only ever wanted to be with you

This is the life chosen, so time to live

Easy to forget the water’s real hue

Why Are You Sittin’ Way Over There?

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Why are you sittin’ way over there?

C’mere, let’s have a lovin’ tussle

Slide across this ol’ bench seat

Time you felt some American muscle

Cruisin’ at over their speed limits

Where to? We’ll be there in a snap

Hike your skirt up a little more, girl

Why not, crawl over here to my lap

You won’t be needing these panties

And if I might tell you the truth

I merely wish to taste your sweetness

To drink endlessly of your Fountain of Youth

A Lady Upon The Figurehead

A  lady upon the figurehead
Standing proud in the breeze
Calling to the Sirens & wenches
Knowing the truth of these seas
Her beauty remaining firm & intact
The ship around her orange with rust
The sailors with splinters in their palms
For she has a wooden bust

I Won’t Stand For A Cause I Don’t Believe In

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I won’t stand for a cause I don’t believe in
So you’ll know the truth when I speak
There’ll be no frivolous grandstanding
Merely honor you consider to be antique
Not going to make any false proclamations
I’m living a just life with pure intentions
Steadfast & unwavering in my methods
Sending forth clarity to avoid misapprehension

The Antithesis Of Perfection

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The antithesis of perfection
My own struggles lie deep and dank
Not one to remain in the mire
Happiness has misery to thank
Living my life with my own experiences
Not to be judged nor remotely compared
One must find their soul’s own truth
When you admit your failings, life can be repaired

Leaning Toward Finding The Answers

Leaning toward finding the answers
Within a dimly lit cafe with a second mug
Liquid infatuation; I like it hot
Adjusting to reality; life without those hugs
Steaming & inspiring me to continue
Never thwarted in spite of being all alone
I do my best work in the forgotten shadows
A momentary chance; possible truths to be shone

These Words Filtered Through My Soul

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These words filtered through my soul
Doing my best to use proper diction
But I’m unraveling faster than I can write
& you’ve announced my life is a work of fiction
I cannot tell you any fantastical answers
When my heart is covered in grime
You say you’ve known all the truths
But your flavor of love is an ongoing crime
I never said I was good at this
Let me spin that dial; let it forever blare
The rock needs to cover my deficiencies
For it’s more than my soul I’ve bared