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Sanctuary

I’ve been wasting time waiting on better days. Thought I’d take the time to paint the clouds before they’d blown away. But when I looked outside today I couldn’t place my heart where I stood. That’s when I found out I’d been wasting time and time was running out.

Sanctuary, been wasting time on thoughts pretending, shut in my house, I’m on my way out and I’m locking the door. Free on the air and grass to my knees, arms open wide to feel the warmth everywhere

Since you went away, I’ve been down to the point of weeping, always like i just fell off my horse. Endless nights of restless sleeping. You ended up instead, with somebody else less demanding. I set the table for myself with with no regret, just needing what you couldn’t give.

I don’t want you to cry or feel the way I feel, like a dragon’s snagged my heart and made me to heel. Forward you go, no need to pull me ahead. I’ll be there if you ever come home again.

Sanctuary, been wasting time on thoughts pretending, shut in my house, I’m on my way out and I’m locking the door. Free on the air and grass to my knees, arms open wide to feel the warmth everywhere.

You were always reaching and I toward you, with fingers outstretched, on opposite sides of a window, you in the still of night and me in a dream. I couldn’t start to to blame you for closing the door, no questions why, for wanting what is more, what’s waiting on the other side.

If you could only see your face inside my head, you couldn’t misplace all the memories you have given me. I don’t want to say I want to leave too and I cannot keep away, in spite what’s best for you.

Sanctuary, been wasting time on thoughts pretending, shut in my house, I’m on my way out and I’m locking the door. Free on the air and grass to my knees, arms open wide to feel the warmth everywhere.

So many times i started to say I am sorry, so many times wanted you to need, too, but i know you could never feel that way, and i will loathe myself for reaching. So it’s time to step away, don’t fear the trap door, we’ll both figure it out. It’s not too late to follow the path that is open.

The Black Scarecrow

scratch lyrics from Barnabas Collins

there is no question
about my way and the man i’ve become
but you took my arrows
and stoned my weakness
Now I hold the door, let you in my hollow

can’t you see, my wicked means
my empty sound my hollow beat my frozen needs
but the time will come, i’ll pull you in
for a spotlight on the mantle of my dreams

I gave up a long time ago
to make amends with the friends i left behind
but it’s not too late, for my heart
you know i got one, just a little sawed off
a little untended shotgun

can’t you see, my wicked means
my empty sound my hollow beat my frozen needs
and the time will come, I’ll pull you in
for a spotlight on the mantle of my dreams

I am the black scarecrow

From the Hymns of Elvis Angel

Life flows past through steep pits and hollow groves
wind blows past in weak fits and power blows
one step climbs the ladder, one step toward the door
sweet blessed time
You brought me to my knees
hide and seek in shadows.
rocks at swallows in the trees

from Lock up the Farm

[scanned from a rubbish pile of archival texts in the year 3150AD. It appears representational of the earlier stages of global mimetic and symbol associative programming before the global assimilation and dissolution of all native dialects, which was achieved not by decree, rather through generation of the Sino-American population growth after the assimilation of the two cultures over a few centuries. Grouping is pre Sino-America, perhaps 2200AD. Category: American Midwest]