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When This is Over

Maybe someday when this is over
We can sit out in the sun
Maybe someday when this is over
We will embrace everyone
Maybe someday when this is all over
We will share a beer
Maybe someday when this is all over
We will see what happened here

What’s in your heart, and your mind?
This is not the time for choosing sides
What’s in your heart, your mind?

Maybe someday when this is over
I can shake your hand
Maybe someday when this is over
We will understand more
Maybe someday when this is over
We can start again
Maybe someday when this is all over
It’s over, it’s over

What’s in your heart, and your mind?
This is not the time for choosing sides
What’s in your heart, your mind?

Wasted Days

Wasted days, wither away,

With health and nothing less,

Atop me stops a worthless page,

With nothing to say.

I spend my days just waiting to get paid,

But tell me what's the cost?

Doctor Doctor these pills only take,

Don't give me what I've lost.

What good is a singer without a voice?

What good is a voice with nothing to say?

What good is a man without a choice?

He'll wilt and wither away.

There is a grave, dug out in the sun,

And here to mourn, comes everyone,

The dearly departed, is not as it seems,

What good is catharsis to the rivers and the trees?

The Raven

The raven came today,
She brought the news that I needed,
Exploring my insides,
Like some twisted game,
It’s not the first time though.

Collateral damage,
Maybe that means collateral habits,
Sacrifice,
The end by any means.

The raven came today,
She brought the news that I needed,
Exploring my spine,
Like some crippled game,
It’s not the first time,
It’s not the first time,
It’s not my first time,

She said that I,
Can’t see you any more,
I can’t see you any more.

This house, this house is littered,
With the remanence of a fight,
Maybe just the changing tides,
Maybe just the changing tides.

The raven floated away.

All the gifts you gave,
They’ve all gone away,
All the promises you made,
They’ve all gone away.

All gone away.

Antigua.

Where will I go,
When I am old?
Will I still tell,
The same old stories.

Of when I was a younger man,
Free from the boundaries of…

Stillness and silence,
Silence and wealth,
Silence the vices,
And failing health.

Today I left Antigua behind,
The cold, pale air of these hills,
Today I left Antigua for the second time,
Head for Mexico, head for Mexico

Focus on the point that does not move,
Release anything that does not serve you.

The wind came from the hills,
It brought the storm I’d be weathering all day,
Local houses left on stilts,
The wind brought the waves.

Where will I go,
When I am old?
Will I still tell,
The same old stories.

Of when I was a younger man,
Hold me close, don’t you understand,
Just leave me blindly towards the light,
I’ve already seen the other side.



Conflict.

Really not expecting a lot today,
One or two lines will do,
Really not expecting the world the change,
Maybe just a flicker of truth.

Tell me what do you expect from me,
Here’s what I expect from you,
To come when I call you babe,
Be there when I call you.

Tell me if I’ve acted differently ,
Tell me if I’ve been cruel,
Tell me does it make any difference babe,
Tell me if you think we’re through.

Now they’re fighting on the streets in the city I was born in,
One man dreams while another man is dying,
Does anybody really know the underlying,
Truth is a thing that takes some understanding,
If dealt without compassion it is seldom that compelling,
I’m not the only one with these questions undermining me.

Come down from the ceiling babe,
There’s no need to shout,
Find strength and find healing baby,
We can figure it out.

Now they’re fighting on the streets in the city I was born in,
One man dreams while another man is dying,
Does anybody really know the underlying,
Truth is a thing that takes some understanding,
If dealt without compassion it is seldom that compelling,
I’m not the only one with these questions undermining me.

Does it matter?
Does it matter at all?
Does it matter where I stand if my head’s on the floor,
Does it matter at all?

Does it matter?
Does it matter at all?
Does it matter where I stand if my head’s in the wall,
Does it matter at all?

So they call it conflict resolution,
In a foreign territory,
Or one that lies within my sole responsibility,
And now I’m ahead of time and moving faster and faster,
Headlong into the grind,
But still falling more and more behind,
Into a thousand unwashed and unambitious,
Friends or foes I don’t know,
It’s us and them, them and us,
Dissolving all away into a catastrophic fuss,
And where does it end?
The lines between inside and out become blurred,
Like a porous skin,
Leaking and bleeding all that is within.

Now I’m standing alone in my house, my home,
While a man across the hills will never see his again,
And they’re crying out and screaming,
For justice or revenge of a fallen brother who met a bitter end but does it matter?


Nairobi

Sad to hear that you’re leaving,
I’ve been scanning for the meaning of it all,
In life’s eternal waiting room,
Did I sit and talk to you,
About what it is to co-exist
With life’s eternal view.

And all that it put you through,
Did you ever ask for more?
And all that it put you through,
Is life’s eternal war.

The things from the throes,
Of 50 years ago,
Bring, bring me the news,
That I knew before.

Just what did it mean to you,
To take a life and start anew,
That was many years ago
Long before I met you.

They told me that you missed the boat,
When they sent you to Nairobi,
Did you ever intend to go,
To the capitol of Kenya?

The acceptance in your eyes,
The likes of which I,
I have never seen before,
No I have never seen before.

Remember when you danced that night,
And everyone was so delighted,
It’s a memory that makes me cry,
A memory that makes me cry,

They told me that you missed the boat,
When they sent you to Nairobi,
Imagine this old man
In the capitol of Kenya.