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Album: Breathe
Stupid Questions:
Where in the hell are we going
Where in the hell is here
Where is the point of not knowing
When is the view that is clear
How long does it take to get there
How long ago did we leave
How long is this road in which I stare
How long till we achieve
Whether the weather can pump out the sun
Whether the weather brings rain
Whether the weather can weather this fun
These stupid questions are to blame
Like what is the object of this game
What is the price that we pay
What is the distance of this terrain
What does it take just to play
Why are we going so fast
Why are we in this zone
Why is this cop pulling us over
Why can't they leave us alone
Whether the weather can pump out the sun
Whether the weather brings rain
Whether the weather can weather this fun
These stupid questions are to blame
Like who, what , when, where, why, how much
Who, what , when, where, why, how much
Who, what , when, where, why, how much
Who, what , when, where, why, how much
Who the hell here is responsible today
Who the hell here is alive
'Who's going to say that it's ok
Who's turn is it to drive
When did I decide to move along
When will we be near
When did this engine light come on
When will the tow truck be here
Whether the weather can pump out the sun
Whether the weather brings rain
Whether the weather can weather this fun
These stupid questions are to blame
Breathe:
Feeling the water rush into my ears
As I submerge into the deep blue
Weightlessness bliss wish to stay here like this
As I’m floating toward a clue
Hearing the sounds of exhausted young children
Expressing their interest to go
Mothers and fathers who bake by the poolside
Prepare as I remain below
Then I Breathe
Paddle and treading I’m rising toward surface
The bubbles are leading the way
Alone in my universe
Far from the earth I escape intense heat of the
Day kicking like Kermet
I plunge toward the bottom
Prolonging my next grasp of air
Paddle and twisting I use my reserves
And whatever left that I can spare
Then I Breathe
Breathe
No thunder or lightning
Or hail or tornado
Or tropical storm hurricane
No police no problems
Annoying loud noises
Just symmetrically picture frame
Weightlessness bliss wish to stay here like this
As I’m floating away from my ills
Time to invest in an air tank or snorkel
Or pray I acquire some gills
Then I Breathe
Breathe
Best feeling:
I woke to the world one morning
Did not really know what was going on
Didn’t care ‘bout tomorrow
Worry when tomorrow comes
I went outside that night
Set the ole imagination a flight
Set the imagination a flight
For one second I
Felt like a kid
On Christmas day
Feeling stops all
If I said in a word
I will explain if I may
I climbed up a tree that night
Sat up in the branches and I felt just like a bird
It was the best feeling in the world
I felt so good that night
My soul it seemed to fly around that night
As I flew that night
For one second I
Felt like a bird
Hangin’ up in the air
Feelin’ stops all
If I said in a word
The feeling to be without a care
Swam in the sea that night
Dove throughout the waves
And I felt like a fish
It was the best feeling in the world
Felt so good that night
My soul it seemed to swim around that night
As I swam that night
For one second I felt like a fish
Cruising around in the sea
The feeling stops all
If I said in a word
The feeling to be free
Not Of This
Earth (A tribute to Michael Hedges)
Freak of nature
with jaw dropping skill
From the low rhythmic
bass lines to the harmonic fill
New age funk on an
acoustic guitar
Always wanted to be
like him
Except for that day
in the car
With the old beat
up martin
He would spank like
a hound
Not even god knew
what he tuned to he had his own
Sound
He was live on a
double planet he was
Watching his life
go by all the ariel
Boundaries
Lifted me so I
could fly
He had breakfast in
bed with the taproot
And the torched
theories would burn
The oracle of his
whole existence is
Now on the road to
return
Sometimes the
louden or the impossible harp thing
Playing drum on a
bouncing ball
I loved to hear him
sing
Spike dog collar
that hung his rabies tag
Dramatic
interpretation his shows would never lag
He was live on a
double planet he was
Watching his life
go by all the ariel
Boundaries
Lifted me so I
could fly
He had breakfast in
bed with the taproot
And the torched
theories would burn
The oracle of his
whole existence is
Now on the road to
return
The flood zone or
wolf trap
Or way up in
telluride
Or that day at high
sierra
Where we definitely
locked eyes
Vacate
Line in the sky
Jet exhaust
Moccasin looking
straight cloud
If you turn your
head sideways
It can look like a
distant twister
Coming to fling a
cloud
A quarter mile in
three seconds
And lift up my camper
And drop her down
not so gently
There's nothing to
worry about
It's all under
control
Nothing to see here
Please vacate the
premises
We must secure the
area
Dust for prints
Let the evidence be
fondled
And mentally
attempt to solve
The mystery that
before you
With clues and
leads cropping up
Take them down town
for questioning
There's nothing to
worry about
It's all under
control
Nothing to see here
Please vacate the
premises
You have the right
to remain silent
As well as to yell
At the top of your
lungs
Why abuse your
rights
Why abuse your
wrongs
It's there where
the fun begins
And the things we
see in the clouds become real
She reads by
candlelight
As the shadows
start conversing
The flowers on the
bedspread
Are waiting to suck
me up
I drift to
unconsciousness
Only to awake to a
metal saw grinding on pavement
Right next to my
head
There's nothing to
worry about
It's all under
control
Nothing to see here
Please vacate the
premises
Lightning
If your burnt and
hurt and worked
Feeling as low as
dirt
And you cannot seem
to lurk out of the dark
If the sun smears
and clears
And it wells up the
tears
And you cannot even
steer up to start
Bring the clouds on
in
That's one way to
begin
All we need is a
little bit of lightning
You got bags under
your eyes
And it's easy to
despise
And you feel that
your demise
Is on the rise
When your one with
the
Couch you can't
pull out of a slouch
You don't even try
to figure it out
What it's all about
Force the clouds on
in
That's the way to
begin
All we need is a
little bit of lightning
Turn nighttime to
delay
Startle you awake
Only for a moment
of the day
Disrupt a steady
hand
Take you away from
the land of bland
Strike you dead
right where you stand
If you feeling out
of wack
And you can't make
fiction from fact
And you feel it's
time to go and
Meet old jack
daniels
No need to go that
route
It aint what it's
all about
Just use your brain
as a spout and pour it out
Bribe the clouds to
come in
That's one way to
begin
All we need is a
little bit of lightning
Revelation
Why do I wonder why
anybody wonders
About so many
things
Like the sound in
search for the fertile ground
Travels at high
frequency
It's picked up
eternally
Not by senses but
by instinct
It's like a
revelation at seventy miles a hour
So fast to the
brain yet so slow to change lanes
It's a noise it's a
sound
It's a noise it's a
sound
That slaps you in
the forehead
It acquires your
attention
So you attend but
you don't intend
To address the
situation of the stimulating noise
Of the sound
It's like a
revelation at seventy miles a hour
So fast to the
brain yet so slow to change lanes
It's not something
you can hear
When you put your
head to the ground
You can't hear it
It's not something
you can see with your
Eye or microscope
You can't see it
It's an
undescribable phenomenon
So strong that it
bends your antennae
It drives your
static to clarity
It's so strong it
bent my antennae
It's like a
revelation at seventy miles a hour
So fast to the
brain yet so slow to change lanes