i don’t want to live
in a world without melody
sometimes the rhythmic din
of society is too much for me
but purpose is prioritized
these days the goal is win the prize
there’s a sleeping resonance we hold,
through which we’re unified
so let it out! don’t just get lost in the crowd
no one can deter you from your own path
there’s no trip too remote
from which you can’t come back
and i’ve got this hunch about you and me
none of us are ready
for a world without melody
melody is the key,
it’s the surest way
to unlock your individuality
melody is the key,
it will set you free!
don’t disrelish harmony,
community will make you whole
work and understanding are the chords
way deep within your soul
they only need to be struck once,
and the vibrations swell and spread
but if we mute them they decay,
our sensibilities are dead
so let it out! don’t just be one of the crowd
hesitance and diffidence will do you in
and your soul doesn’t care
for social medicine
and i’ve got this hunch
about you and me
none of us are ready
for a world without melody
melody is the key,
it’s the surest way
to unlock your individuality
melody is the key,
it will set you free!
and i know together we could change the world
just you and me
but i won’t live without melody

three thousand miles of wilderness
overcome by the flow,
a lonely restitution of pavement,
pomp and show,
i seek a thousand answers,
i find but one or two,
i maintain no discomfiture,
my path again renewed,
against the grain,
that’s where i’ll stay,
swimming upstream,
i maintain against the grain

here labelled as lunatic,
sequestered and content,
there ignored and defeated
by the government,
there’s an oriented public who’s magnetic
force does pull,
but away from the potential of the individual,
against the grain…..

the flow is getting stronger
with smaller increments of time and eddies
of new ideas are increasingly hard to find,
you need all that the other has,
your right to seize the day
but in all your acquisitions you will soon
be swept away,
against the grain……
there’s a common consensus
and an uncomfortable cheer,
a reverberating chorus that anyone can hear,
it sings "leave your cares behind you,
just grab tenaciously",
this lulling sense or purpose will
destroy us rapidly,
against the grain…..

england seemed like such a beautiful place from afar
until one day i saw how miserable things really are

all fantastic images they only are apparent
propagated just by hope
and desire to share it

beauty was the allure that brought me close to you
loneliness was the bond that made me stick like glue

all fantastic images they only are apparent
promoted by desperate hope
that things are somewhere better

i don’t have a thing against fantasy
but to chase it down just doesn’t make sense to me
if your only hope is simply peace and love
you end up discarding most of what you’re made of
what you’re made of…

all fantastic images they only are apparent
promoted by desperate hope
that things are somewhere better

all good soldiers crack like boulders,
the sun climbs up to a razor,
violins, new boots, and numbers on a chain,
all good soldiers
all good soldiers fall in line,
when they march and shout
are a spectacle,
marching and singing
will go anywhere the president says,
because the president believes in god,
like all good soldiers should

all good soldiers wait like warheads,
when the fighting starts,
who will be accountable,
a cannibal, a cannonball,
six a.m. i can see my breath
and the clay dirt
is laughing at he weakling boy,
today is the day
that i’ll write my friends
something i’ve been trying to remember,
i had a dream of a wall
that was twenty-one stories tall…

all good soldiers fall in line,
marching and singing,
will go anywhere the president says,
because the president believes in god,
like all good soldiers should

this song goes out
to all the hopeless sinners
with grave alligiances so meaningless and vain

the walking wounded, in a pageant of contenders,
who balance on a rail of pain, for just a pail of rain

and everything is barely mist,
blood relations and bricks
my expression, my confession,
add it up, extract a lesson,
more than this, once again,
like a bullet, as a friend tell me
can that be all there is?

in my rectory of doubt
i kneel to pray like one devout
as time the great gray dreamless sleep
of a useless modern god
erodes away each storied day
as wretched adams
with hell to pay
content upon a rail of pain, for just a little rain

and everything is dearly missed,
blood relations and bricks
my expression, my confession,
add it up, extract a lesson,
more than this, once again,
like a bullet, as a friend tell me
can that be all there is?

there’s an endless disposition,
and it doesn’t mean a goddamn thing,
there’s a space for a paper airplane race
in the eye of a hurricane

and if pigs could fly
then surely so could i
but this pedestrian knows better
than to even try

and my divinity is caught between the colors
of a butterfly

and everything is dearly missed
blood relations and bricks
my expression, my confession,
add it up, extract a lesson,
more than this,once again,
like a bullet, as a friend tell me
can that be all there is?

a-aaaal there is