i dont know a thing (rev)

a promise you never made is not a promise you never broke
a donkey who lifted a weight is not a bull who challenged the yoke

the player is not the one holding the cards
the true creator has never studied the arts

a gentle man is not mimed by guy in a suit
a fearless lady is not a girl with an attitude

the man on his knees is the man most afraid to fall
while the sceptic is the most passionate one of them all

but a sober thought is not a vision to change the world
and a view screamed to pieces can never again be unfurled

the doors closed before you will not help you open a window
and the ease and grief of today will sit right here till tomorrow

the lovers who shape us are the companions we once tried to hate
our happiness is not a post trembling at the end of the road of fate

cause our dreams never fit the lives we are made for
see you can't sell your love but you can still be a whore

until the doctors will treat you for your blatant lies
when you get tacky and wild and cry at life

which you think is best described as a cheap bore

but sir- is he a madman who is facing the unopen door?

draft

wailing at your future
(the one you once scetched out in wet cement)
at personal problems and recent events
and the surprising simplicity of dropping amends

hurting, hiding and confused
you claim you lost your authenticity
and common sense
along the last or the first of those fruitless errands

running out of strength
to guard your precious
ancient monuments
and too blind to jump the fence.

you're not sideshow personel
you're the leading actor in a weeknight show
so let go, let go, let go.

"some things gold are made in china"
i saw you jumping at the hint
now you're smiling like the mona lisa
while you maintain you're just a print/

hot town

it's summer in the city
time to botox your integrity
get painted like an emergency
and have a ball cause we're so free/

cover up your sevens
hang your aces out to dry
grease your meat in sunscreen
and take the muscles for a fry/

lay the lucky looks you're downpaying
out there for a display
and remember that you're here to stay
just like ice cream on a hot summer day/

you walked across the water on the backs of dead fish
you swam to the bottom of the ocean and made a wish
you loaded your home onto stretchers and biers
and let the anger lead you to the fear.

and every night you find yourself
in a room full of desperate homecoming queens
still seeing things that aren't there
and every night you lose yourself
trying to find out what it means.