Thistle

All that i am (yesterday)

It’s been this way for a long time now

The door refused to shut out the sound

I’m waiting to be built like a man

Out of copper, clay and gemstones again

I’ve seen the way the river bends and writhes

With jewels and treasures scattered through the rhine

With purpose I will wet my hands and dive

To collect my things that went there to die

What am I made of? 

I’ll look within

Fire and stone, crush dirt in my hands

Why do I fight all that I am?

Yesterday

Found someone else to blame

For my misfortunes

I look towards yesterday

Turn away

Salt in the ocean bay

Greed clouds the vision

Silver will glow within my veins

What am I made of? 

I’ll look within

Fire and stone, crush dirt in my hands

Why do I fight all that I am?

What am I made of? 

I’ll look within

Fire and stone, crush dirt in my hands

Why do I fight all that I am?

tyrant

If I was a tyrant, I’d break down the walls

Fill up their pockets with lies to control

Oh I’m so rotten, I’ll never rest until I have it all

Squash all the riots that aim to revolt

Build up the spires strike fear and be bold

Oh I’m so selfish I’ll find a way to paths of gold

Fire don’t singe easy, even in the pouring rain

Rebellion will come swiftly when our hearts are forced to break

For better, forever!

For better, forever!

Fallen the figures we propped into glory

Once was our leaders, now bending the story

Oh but be cautious, history repeats for those who forget 

Fire don’t singe quickly, even in the pouring rain

Rebellion will come swiftly when our hearts are forced to break

For better, forever!

For better, forever!

For better, forever!

For better, forever!

fair maidenhair

Oh I’ll live my life

I’ll stare it right in the eyes

In whimsical flight running a mile of strife

Great, great is the place

That we make, we paint, where we keep our things a space for grace

Not afraid to be wrong

Unphased to belong

Oh I’ll live my life

I’ll stare it right in the eyes

In terrible light try your best to ignite

Special things in the dead of night

In terrible light try your best to ignite

Special things in the dead of night

I was treading ferns today

Fair maiden-hair showed me the way to glide

Canyons in the way we take

A meeting of the drakes that point to light

Great is the place

Great is the place

A space for grace

A space for grace

Great is the place

Great is the place

A space for grace

over the garden wall

Over the garden wall where I used to climb

Stone temples built on metal catch my fall before I lie with grass and rust

Living lines of linen form the creases of my skin 

Blood runs red as spoiled wine

Stains on the hems, strings unravel

Oh I wanted to feel everything 

I wanted to be right

We live like animals, civility is not in sight

Nothing in these halls brings me pleasure anymore

So I will take the plunge

Over the garden wall

Softness in the whispers crossing depths we never had

Confiding in the sisters, in hope, elope to find out who I am

In the fossils, in the ridge, in my hands, and in my wrists

The beauty of it all is that it never much makes sense until we’re climbing up the wall 

I’d rather face it

Tried blaming myself

For ignoring the things i want 

Oh I wanted to feel everything

I wanted to feel right

We live like animals, civility is not in sight

Nothing in these halls brings me pleasure anymore

So I will take the plunge

Over the garden wall

howl

Salt, breath, I take it in 

First I learn to run by the wind

Bark it out

Fist on the reigns

Sound it out

I’ll give and I’ll take

Ohh there’s something on my mind

Collect my thoughts, I am a man

On a path no one has been

Brash enough,oh I have a plan

To be someone who burns till the end

Falling down

The dog sings loud

Ragged bone

Lead me slow

Dirt, wear, lift up the gate

On the road I’ll burn what I hate

Breaking stones out on the lake

Giving names, keep mine vague

Falling down

The dog sings loud

Ragged bone

Lead me slow

Falling down

The dog sings loud

Ragged bone

Lead me slow

north star

I have some tricks to play, some cards to deal away 

Conductor don’t you keep me from jumping off this train

Follow the North Star, the sand the wind and the rain

Croaking like a frog, breathing water like a fish 

Twisting words of love, collecting things I miss

From the time I could walk, from when I didn’t exist

From my past

For what’s left

Lay it to rest

Guity at best, I’ve seen it written in the sky

Revive what is dead

March up the stairs

From some wicked thing in my eye

From my past

For what’s left

From my past

For what’s left

a passage, a painting

I spoke to the mailman, delivering news from far and wide

He says there is an ocean

Where the seals laugh and sea dragons fly

By night there is commotion 

From the corner of my desk

To shadows behind

Oh and who’s that knocking

Familiar and rare, you know it’s time 

Tired eyes in everyone

People you meet

Wildfires and then some

You’re fresh and clean

A painting by my mother

A passage to something sweet

An ode to past lovers, family, and friends alive and deceased 

Tired eyes in everyone

People you meet

Wildfires and then some

You’re fresh and clean

watership down

My brother, did you have a vision again

You saw the field run with the blood of our kin

So please take a moment

Come rest your head

My brother, do you hear me? 

This land is our home

It would be so careless to give up where we’ve grown

But I trust your intuition, it’s never been wrong

My brother, I share your fears too

Although the world is mighty

Let grace ensue

Sing your song

Show them that you belong

My brother, I saw a raven by the stream

He laughed and spit all over our dream

Saying “death is afoot”

You have turned the other cheek

All I can do

Offer my love, my wealth

So there’s no room

For pure things, oh well

Ohh x2

Maybe it’s selfish

Will we make it alive?

My brother, I’ve seen decay in this world

When the wood drake is restles look toward the colors of the sky

Ohh

There is gold

On the plain

Light drained

Yet the sun rose again

All I can do

Offer my love, my wealth

So there’s no room

For pure things, oh well

Ohh x2

All I can do

Offer my love, my wealth

So there’s no room

For pure things, oh well

the curve of time

August came in full swing

July was but a ruse

Tired of the same thing

I found a place for you 

Years gone by with no change

Your voice all wiry sung tunes

The curve of time so mystifying

Forest lines how we grew

Ohh x2

So the river will start and end upon the bank I’ll be born again

As a child, I lost a home. 

To life and to death our closest friends

Ohh I’ve been searching for, some peace, relief and sweet dreams given

Ohh and there’s nothing more, romantic than providing for someone 

Ohh x2