I was a man never too inclined
To livin on the Edge But I'm intendin to get loose And that's my pledge I've got these trinkets That give me good feelings Ones that I can't get From real world real things Yeah what's the point of just a little ecstasy when what I really want is too much of a good thing Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard
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Everyone's doing all they can
No plan they know seems to be helpin' No wonder everyone is resorting to blame That it's a devil's card game we're dealt in Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard Verse:
------ Carving messages on the barks of the trees that the roots can't do without Learning lessons the hard way, just say what you want you don't have to shout Someone's Listening Someone's Listening Breaking through the bubble that's held everyone else back, for so long Learning from our mistakes, practising what makes us not weak but strong Someone's Listening Someone's Listening Chorus: ------- All of knowledge Meant for delving Tip of the iceberg And it's melting I've written the end of history And we're just beginning to write Ours Verse: ------ All in the grey, how much of the pallet. When, how do I become someone else? Decisions and time, moving by, what should I do? Who am I? Someone's Listening Someone's Listening Learn more only if I take another class? Life or paper, which test to pass? Truth littering with a glancing phrase, undermining what we say Someone's Listening Someone's Listening Chorus: ------- All of knowledge Meant for delving Tip of the iceberg And it's melting I've written the end of history And we're just beginning to write Ours Bridge: ------- And someone's listening Someone will always be listening Spread that seed and I know Someone will be there to watch it grow It's the end of history The beginning of ours We're surrounded and I know Someone's Listening ================ I don't know if I'll be alive or Dead upon your timely arrival Figured out life's not a game of survival Just a question of whether you're gonna play Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard Listen to the tick tock tick tock
Of the clock of your mind I think it's reached it's tip top tip top You love your musical radio Absolutely absolutely though What this is not Is Pop thought Coz Pop Tarts Got no heart Can't see the forest for the trees Don't feel like knowing what that means Lost my imagination in the war No means for creation and what's more I stole your artwork It was lying there propped up against the wall There were more paintings in your house I wasn't very discriminate, I just took them all I promise to give them back once I've Torn them to shreds and copied them Found a rosebush nearby on your beautifully landscaped lawn Broke a flower off of its stem I hope you don't mind I saw the sign It said stay off the grass I walked right through though Not to be unkind Just didn't have the time To walk in anything but a straight line Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard I've got Books on the wall
Gonna read them all Gonna make me smart And then turn it into art I'm gonna: Go to school, Learn the rules, And then Break them all, Gonna Watch them fall, It's time to change the time With what they left behind for me A melting pot inside my brain It's all rubbing against the grain Gonna learn this guitar Gonna play it hard Gonna strike these strings The screaming crowd gonna hear me sing Gonna write my dreams Sow 'em up at the seams And show them to the world No longer to be unheard It's time to change the time With what they left behind for me Gonna (take it all/strike it rich) with the band Just dealt me a winning hand I've got a dollar in my pocket Gotta song and some rhythm, gonna rock it Gonna gather what I got at the concerts Gotta bandage gonna heal where it hurts, ya It's time to change the time With what they left behind for you World set in motion when time began Faith and devotion, all be doin' what you can Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard Yes, I think I've found the problem
Your son has no imagination He had it sucked from his head when he was a little boy With his cable television and his automatic toys But the most suspect reason for this debilitating drain Was found by a madman known as Shunt who leads research on the brain Though his results based on circumstance and his theories get no respect I will tell you his conclusions, what they were, in retrospect He said the key to the mind is a channel through the soul But where your son's should be there is a giant gaping hole And my advice for you, dear, is that when you get back home Simply slit both his wrists and then leave him alone I've seen this before and there is no known cure Get him off your mind and leave him behind What your son has lost, he can never gain back His mind once churned colors but now has gone black From misuse and disuse it's become too late His minds been stretched out from too much shit too dilate With anything imaginative or artistic in fact Things that are used even in science if I'm correct Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard Johnny is a growing man approaching his year 20
He's carries a jar with him where he keeps every extra penny For he knows that others don't get much, while he gets plenty He moves from place to place as his jobs don't stay the same Had a roommate for a little, Albert Herman was his name Keeps his living simple, doesn't bother him to keep things plain He walks everywhere instead of taking the bus, gets there in hours flat Saves the family back home money, and you know that that ain't bad And the world seems less hectic, coz everything isn't flying by so fast Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard It appears that I'm about
To get back up Oh, wait, I'm falling back down Turns out it was just a hiccup I live my life in an irregular pattern In shorts bursts, my efforts scattered I can't breathe, to a normal beat Too jerky to be showcased in the marquee For an instant, I see the blueprint, Of reality, But then it drifts from me For that moment, My mind is mine I get high But fear puts me back in line The conclusion Is disillusion No faith or trust It's just a parody Of thinking clarity The feeling's unjust Coz when it appears that I'm about To get back up I fall back down Was just a hiccup And the feeling Has got me reeling I'm not healing I need some healing Air is drowning my throat I'm Trying to keep my dreams afloat But when the hiccup takes hold It's just another thing to choke Coz when I dream a song to sing out loud The hiccup jumps and pulls it back down When you're not onstage, you lose sight of the crowd Who will help me now Gotta move around, I can't sit still The feelings lifting me up, I'm the king of the hill Until... Can't do it anymore Hiccup just lurched me to the floor Coz when it appears that I'm about To get back up I fall back down Was just a hiccup And the feeling Has got me reeling I'm not healing I need some healing Air is drowning my throat I'm Trying to keep my dreams afloat But when the hiccup takes hold It's just another thing to choke Coz when I dream a song to sing out loud The hiccup jumps and pulls it back down When you're not onstage, you lose sight of the crowd All my ideals are drowned Who will help me now I try to talk It won't come out Don't know how to go about I breathe in air Its stale and dry I'm way down low, a natural high Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard What's that?
You don't know where to go Here's something to sign, have my services Your name goes right by the X Please excuse the mess Oh, and, how's the misses? First time, on the line You'll do fine, here's what you have to say I before E, except when it's not you see And you're on your way That's it, there's no more Let me show you to the door Run along now It's a big world out there Just watch your step and take care Ask Mr. x, he'll know how Another one done, that was fun But I've gotta run No more time The bell has rung, timecard's punched The sung is song So I guess it's goodbye Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard He's running only on what he was fed as a kid
No faith, no kindness, no love to begin There was a time in his life many years before When he could weave stories untold of lands of lore With glittered parchment and a pen of gold Such wondrous epics for all to behold Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard |
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September 2016
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