Against The Sun

come on down, place your bets, live and learn with no regrets.

fillin' cups, bathroom bumps, light another cigarette.

strum the chords, I'll learn the words, and we'll all sing along.

scream and shout, and thrash about, you know we can't go wrong.

you gotta roll the dice. put it on the line.

don't think twice, make haste, don't waste your time.

this ship will sink, we're on the brink, times a runnin' out.

late night regrets, you wont forget, throw away your doubts.

from bow to stern, it ain't what ya earn, it's how you navigate.

so take the wheel, with sturdy keel, and keep on sailing straight.

you gotta roll the dice. put it on the line.

don't think twice, make haste, don't waste your time.

make haste, don't waste your time.

make haste.

don't waste.

your time.

salad days

put those uneven bricks beneath my feet,

roaming timeworn streets, endless heat.

roll of the dice, boots laced tight,

spin the same three records all night.

your first bands, and one night stands,

walking tall, with open hands.

never thought twice about wasting time,

or leaving this city behind.

So simplistic, so realistic, so sadistic.

scrape and skim.

make do on whims.

roving troop-like,

with infectious influence,

clanking glass, and humor; crass.

crazy, cynical, cretins,

calloused, and carefree.

reconcile to the relief;

consumed in sacred ground for me.
there wasn't always a place to go,
but there was always an urgent need to belong.

and there..

it's all too often i fear that my eyes rat me out.

maybe the stitch job was too obvious.

maybe theres just too fucking many stitches.

confident, yet reluctant in advance.

out on the firing line one too many times,

stay steadfast, hold your course.

Ostracized if not otherwise ,
Left to my own device you'll surely see,

Rabbid dogs chewing at my feet,
Trying to protect their side of the street.