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hey, what’s your name?
hey, where do you come from?
hey, do you wanna
get your things and go?

hey, who cuts your hair?
hey, who’d you show up with?
hey, do you wanna
get your things and go?

don’t want to put you on the spot
but i’m such a curious guy
you seem pretty open so i figured i would give it a shot
don’t hate me for trying to try

hey, how tall are you?
hey, what are you drinking?
hey, do you wanna
get your things and go?

don’t want to put you on the spot
but i’m such an impatient guy
life is short we need to make the most of ev’ry second that we’ve got
we’re wasting our time acting shy

hey, your place or mine?
hey, why are you leaving?
hey, don’t you wanna
get your things and go?

i know what it’s like
to crave someone, anyone
— everyone — lonely one;
the heart dies when not compelled,
and the dying heart
can’t divine tell the difference
between that which could
abate its misery and
that which would simply cause more.

we give so much — but
for what, and to whom, and why? —
and lavish these gifts
on those who appreciate
so little. and yet
for we two, this is enough.
the irony is
i can’t give you what you want —
love, true happiness,
a black man in the white house —
nor can you provide for me
leftovers at lunch,
the weight of your arm on mine,
the safety i need.
lost, purposeless, we careen
through life at random —
givers, we, made now misers
by what is not ours to give.

I’ve been toying with a wiki for a client of mine.

If you’re thinking “What the hell is a wiki?” you’re not alone — they’ve been around for ages but most people have never heard of them. Or at least they think they’ve never heard of them…

Basically a wiki is a combination of a web page and a Word document. It’s a collection of content online that readers can edit through their web browsers.

Ever read Wikipedia? The biggest, most famous wiki around.

So like I said, clients of mine wanted one built so they could collaborate on some documents they’re writing as part of a provincial task force.

And that got me thinking… What if I opened my lyrics up to input from you? I’ve pretty much been pounding my head on the wall for months now as far as pushing these songs forward is concerned… What would happen if you got all up in them and started monkeying around too?

Take a look at my new lyrics lab and let me know what you think. And in case I didn’t make the point strongly enough on the lab’s home page, DON’T BE AFRAID TO EDIT!

hello allison
where do i begin?
how about with an apology?
i’m sorry for the way things ended
i swam deeper than i intended
and when i’d gotten over my head
i left you to drown instead

but you’re still a part of me
you’re still at the heart of me
alison my dear

hello catherine
i guess my charm wore thin, didn’t it?
so much for your psychology
looking back, the worst thing about you
was how i wouldn’t have dared to doubt you
until it was all too late
if that was your plan, it worked out great

but you’re still a part of me
you’re still at the heart of me
catherine my dear

hello madeleine
i’ve forgotten how long it’s been
you’re part of my mythology
i don’t know where the road may lead to
but it’s nice to think that if i need to
i can call on you and you’ll be there
you gotta hang on to the ones who care

you’re still a part of me
you’re still at the heart of me
you were there at the start of me
madeleine my dear

This being the first Friday the 13th of 2008, it’s Blame Someone Else Day. I am soooo not making this up, but if I were, it would be your fault for believing it.

Well friends, after what feels now like a long, long, long couple of years, I’ve started writing again. I’ve fallen so out of the habit that it’s hard to write even this post; things come harder now. It’s a struggle, when it wasn’t before.

But it is a habit, writing, and so I’m going to have to start forcing myself to do it until the words flow naturally again.

Never thought I’d be talking this way about my silly little songs, but there it is. Wish me luck on the way back from Nowheresville.

Subterranean homesick-er blues.

cookie-cutter houses lined up like tombstones
thousands of dead souls poured into brownstones
they keep calling me but i don’t have a telephone
feet up eat up gotta stay in the zone
i’m in the basement shooting up acetone
diggin through the garbage and chewing on soupbones
they’re outside with their polyphonic ringtones
uptight all right drowning in bad loans

get up go to work try to make headway
leave work come home try again another day
i’m on my knees wishing i knew how to pray
save face rat race watch the color bleed away
coffee can soldiers cooking up a survey
smiling at the ladies, showing off their tooth decay
no more black and white nothing left but dull grey
so long i’m gone what more can i say?

This is a jazz-style “verse” I’ve taken to singing in front of “Hey Beautiful,” most notably on the live disc that’s finally going to see some kind of release this year.

why do you have to go?
we’re only just getting started
shouldn’t it matter i’m so
terribly broken-hearted?

doesn’t it even upset you
to see me crying like this?
go if you must, but don’t you forget to
leave me with one final lingering kiss…

Not sure what to do with this one… I keep getting stuck right after the last line there. Somewhere in the mess that is my mind is a third verse. If I can come up with it, I’ll add it here.

you can look but you can’t touch
you can want her but not too much
she lives alone in a castle made of snow
where no-one dares to go
where love cannot grow

you can try but it’s no use
you can’t shake the shackles loose
she stands alone weighted down by chains of steel
unsure of what’s real
too far gone to feel

countless men before you they have tried to breach the gates
they have taken lives and sundered states
and countless men before you they have died for the cause
hearts ripped out by razor claws

late at night in the pale moonlight
with only the pain to remind you
you lie awake and with each breath you take
you wonder will love ever find you