Building the perfect chick

She would have the soul of Etta James.
Or yeah Aretha, one o' them classy dames.
Or maybe she would be more pure.
Like Ella. She would be groovy, that's for sure.
She wouldn't have to have a heart of gold.
But she would be a woman on whom they broke the mold.

She'd be pretty and she would know who she was.
But she wouldn't want the cocky studs.
She wouldn't want the blatant phonies.
She would know I got the real cajones.
I'm making art out of fantasy.
But I have to be true to me.

The perfect chick would have a juicy booty.
And when she heard me say that, she wouldn't get all snooty.
The perfect chick would see that I have glamour.
Even though I stare and stammer.
The perfect chick would have intelligence and spirit.
The perfect chick will know my depth when she hears it.

I don't think there is a female that I describe.
The chicks I want just shuck and jive.
I'm tired of being sincere but alone.
I'm better than those fools you cling to though.
You chicks aren't ready for my vision.
You chicks aren't ready for long division.

I'm the dark horse but chicks are afraid to gamble.
They would rather skip the preamble.
And go for the obvious stuff.
Sincerity and depth is just too much.
I can say what I want.
No one is listening
No one gives a fuck.

Redemption

Everybody wants redemption.
Even those who don't believe
Even those who don't deserve.
Maybe God gives redemption
Or maybe redemption is beyond
Even God's purview.

I want to be redeemed.
Not for my sins.
But for my failures.
I want to be redeemed
For not being perfect.
I want to be redeemed
In my own eyes.
My eyes that look too closely.

My eyes that never overlook
A fault or a flaw.
I don't need anyone else to criticize me.
I got that job well in hand.
But I will be redeemed
In this lifetime.
I will be redeemed
Because I believe in me.

Jim  Morrison's Curse

He was too pure. He was too honest.
The world was not ready for his vision.
He was not a saint but he was always true to himself.
Truth is so dangerous. Truth is scary.
Most people cower before truth.
Most people choose to hide the truth in the shadows.
But Jim Morrison brought the darkness to light.

Yeah he was good looking.
Maybe that was his curse.
Maybe that made him feel invincible.
Maybe that made him believe he was a deity.
Maybe that made him feel he could do no wrong.
We all wanted to worship the lizard king!

But the lizard king was vulnerable.
Because he thought the world was ready for the truth.
But the world was far from ready for the truth.
The world shuns the truth.
The world likes pretense.
The world likes illusion.
The world was not ready for Jim Morrison.
Sadly..

Muse

You are my reason for living.
You keep on giving.
You are my destiny and my history.
You are the truth that is a mystery.
I know I make no sense.
But I am heavily blessed.

There is a winding way that winds away
But where it is going I cannot say.
But the destination is where I am heading.
I am ready for my ultimate companion.
I never tire of treading and treading.
Because she is what my soul is demanding.

Right now is the future not the past.
I know that it is meant to last.
The direction is in the cards.
That I cannot discard.
I am certain that I grok.
My soulmate is a lock.

Addiction takes many forms (listen to the Fall)

Addiction takes many forms.
Not just drugs and alcohol.
Not just food and sex.
Some people are addicted to ideas.
Some people are addicted to the truth.
(We're really fucking rare).

I'm addicted to this one band (insert addiction here).
I have to play them all the time.
They have become a kind of parasite.
Or I have become a zombie.
I am a helpless vessel through which the Fall flows.
They burrow into my crevices.
They won't let me go.

I have to hear the Fall often.
I have to hear the Fall and it's a problem.
I have to hear the Fall and everything's alright.
I am in bliss when I am free to not choose
To listen to the Fall.
Listen to the Fall!

Lament for the B-side

Lament for the B-side.
B-sides were often songs left off the album.
They sometimes out-shined album tracks.
Or at least added new definition to an artist's work.

What is an album?
Oh right, people don't pay for music anymore.
People used to pay for music.
And a lot of people made money
Except for the artist.
Maybe times haven't changed so much.

But the B-side symbolized freedom.
The B-side took chances.
Does music still take chances?
B-sides allowed for mistakes.
God I miss the B-side!

Garage land

When they were struggling,
They loved each other like brothers.
Each individual mind, body, soul as one.
They were a collective, complex organism.
They were ready to take on the world.


When they made it, ego interfered.
Each one thought he would be better off without the others.
The others were just riding on his coattails.
He was the one with true talent.
The band was nothing without him.

If only they had stayed modestly successful.
If only they had not lost their ideals.
If only success did not poison everything good.
If only they had just stayed in the garage all night.