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I just saw a face, I cannot erase It won't escape my lonesome mind It was just a trace, but oh she was an ace of spades, that I surely must find I search the deck, the pokers nest I'm not at my best, when will I play those cards right? And so this stress, nags at my chest Man I'm a wreck, but i'll still put up a fight So then i hit the slots, I begin to have the thought That I ought, to let this girl get to my head Caught up in a knot, what was it that i sought?  What was it that I sought? I think I've been misled

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I saw your face But just a trace I thought I was dreaming I couldn't believe what i was seeing

That you were here After all these years When we were leaving Going our separate ways, you were teasing, me But there was still that space You went your way, I went mine As just another face in the crowd Should we stop and waste some time? It was so faint But was it too late To retrieve you, before I lost the gaze of you? Should I bother chasing that past life?  Should I bother us both tonight?

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Slipping

You're going over Before too long One of these days soon, you'll be gone You'll sit and stare You're not aware That soon you won't be all there, But who's to care For you'll be the nightmare they cant bear The curse, the claws Dig in your skull After all Its not easy when you fade and fall Your curtains closing Will you notice, it? You're loosing focus Of how you're slipping to be gone Slipping to be gone You're on thin ice, going wrong Slipping to be gone You're the drifter out No one knows about They never notice when you're around You make no sounds Nowhere to be found You're all alone in self doubts You only got one friend But he's just pretend In a cage, locked in your head Living life as the dead What a dread That you may never clear up your head Your curtains closing Will you notice, it? You're loosing focus Of how you're slipping to be gone Slipping to be gone You're on thin ice, going wrong Slipping to be gone

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Love is Blind

You're cunning crusader, uninvited invader Crawling on in my life You belligerent bandit, I just couldn't stand for it Any longer through through the strife Constant in conflict, nicked, dragged and kick down, For the last time You're venom makes me vomit, as you're snaking my stomach With this I can't be fine Clearly love is blind-- You're fains gouged out my eyes, what a surprise Oh you sure had on a nice disguise Clearly love is blind-- Memoring madness, it just makes me sad that You can't speak straight, or give advise You're thoughts are unclear, gibberish nearly In the tales you tell, as lies The phonies, the fakes, really wish they could make Such a cloak as your the you wear, when you hide Your manipulative mask, has a way that it grasps This act, that perceives you to be a honest harlot Clearly love is blind-- It was a big mistake, that I couldn't see though the fake tan lines Just wait till you burn out and break, to see the snake skin signs Clearly love is blind--

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Lusty Eyes

You came and called After all, there was still something you sought to seek The years went by And I wondered why. after all this time you’d contact me

It was your, Lusty eyes, that had on them a prize To reach on between my thighs You said I was the best,  The first and last That could ever please this way Nothing compared And so you dared, to see if I would still get back in there I couldn’t care less I wouldn’t bear the mess That would get shaken up for you babe It was your, Lusty eyes, that had on them a prize To reach on between my thighs You said I was the best,  The first and last That could ever please this way The loss, the breaks Outweigh all the wins, in mistakes

Whatever happened in bed, Went all to your head Im sorry darling our love is dead

It was your, Lusty eyes, that had on them a prize To reach on between my thighs You said I was the best,  The first and last That could ever please this way But not today

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Just For A Weekend

Excuse mister officer, are you telling me I can’t do this today? Oh I’m not allowed here, this isn’t where I’m supposed to be "Get out of town," you say, "get out on your way" "Get out of here, I’ll escort you to stray" "This isn’t a place, that you’re allowed to stay"

Once, a long, lost time ago This use to be a place I could call home But now I must escape There’s only so much of this place, that I can take I need to find, another place to hide On the run, with a loaded gun My fingers itching, but I’m trying to hold on Hijack, I won't kill nor attack Just bring me where I can find a place to relax To the tropics, to the mountains of spain, where I can find some space Before I pull this trigger, kick back, blow off my face Get me out of here, just for a weekend There’s only so long, I can hold on and pretend That this is only temporary, not permanent, is not the end Get me out of here, just for a weekend Stuck here with an earning pension Minimum wage, minimum decisions Got nowhere to go, got no choice on in that Hang on here, till the summer has ended But I can’t wait, my patience snaps and breaks I gotta get out of here, I gotta escape Before I loose control, while this rope yanks at my throat and pulls There I go, over my head No I don’t want that—No

Get me out of here, just for a weekend There’s only so long, I can hold on and pretend That this is only temporary, not permanent, is not the end Get me out of here, just for a weekend Man I’m a wreck, I wanna make a deal, a bet That if I don’t fall down in Russian roulette You’ll give me one final cheque To send me off, on my way, and I’ll be set But if I fail and fall, make sure fire through my head For before too long, I’m gonna drain weak from strong And make some unrational wrong I can’t see straight I’m gone It’s time I start moving along Get me out of here, just for a weekend There’s only so long, I can hold on and pretend That this is only temporary, not permanent, is not the end Get me out of here, just for a weekend

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Why didn’t you pick up the phone? Give me a call while I’m sitting here all alone Why couldn’t you just give a dog a bone For I would’ve have told, you If I was in the old town,  Where we use to sleep together at night But then you rolled into my house, The place where I felt left out As you weren’t by my side It was the last night, in the morning your train arrives You say its too late to go out, to go outside But all I wanted to was say to you goodnight Hoping that you might let me inside Oh why didn’t you just pick up the phone? Give me a call while I’m sitting here all alone Why couldn’t you just give a dog a bone Oh maybe love, it never lasts Oh maybe I left, a bit too fast And then in time, the feelings passed But why oh why didn’t you tell me you came back? I tried, but I couldn’t stay I had to get on with my life, suppose you did the same Isn’t that so strange to see? That you were just as sane as me You felt the same pain as I now see That there comes a time that we must all walk on with our life Oh why didn’t you just pick up the phone? Give me a call while I’m sitting here all alone Why couldn’t you just give a dog a bone Well I suppose you’d just rather roam

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You said your stuck, your sinking with no reason Your boyfriends a punk, he's a snake, he's a scum, he's a cheater

Beyond the reach of your eyesight, it doesn't show, but oh you know Where he slept last night, under the sheets with some bimbo hoe Does the notion come to his head, that he can sit there and lie to you? Right to your face, what a disgrace that is, that you think he can't be replaced Oh its rather ambiguous, the way that your passive enough to not see how he makes her smile Do you feel something funny in your stomach? A kind of feeling that he ain't worth your while? Oh its okay, just let him continue to get around while you sit at night upset Fretting about how you're all alone, and he's with another guest, making such a mess Get in line, take a little time To think about what he said last night Are you alright, will you be fine? Are you better off, moving on to some other guy? Oh why does he make you look like such a fool? He's a manipulater, a crook, a man with words He's getting inside your head-- While he's crawling around in another girl's bed Its such a dread

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The Lone Rambler

There was many times I would go on solitary walks as the sun rested and the city fell asleep. There seems to be this calming, southing feeling that arouses my mind with inspiration with the emptiness of the absent streets, to know that even in a metropolitan city where thousands reside, at the end of the day, you’re all alone with your thoughts to wander. It was that drifting feeling, not having an idea in world where the night would end up at—just following that road to wherever it would take you and crossing the paths of as many characters along the way. Like the lost lonely drunks on the prowl for pussy, but get none at the end of the night and end up in a brawl with their best bud cause they’re both frustrated they got no one to wake up with in the morning. We’re all looking for someone, all though others need a friendly hand more then others. Like the hopeless bum, all drugged feeding his addiction in some back alley shivering in the cold with the needle still in his vein, or if he’s lucky maybe hiding out in the corner of a bank that’s open 24hrs all curled up to keep warm. Then there were the streetwalkers, turning on the red-light, not giving a care what they were doing, just wanting a couple bucks before the morning came and they could fuel their addictions too as the junkies they were.       I often found myself coming across stray cats like those wandering around at night. At some unknown hour of the night after seeing that whole mess, I end up finding myself in some shaken up, unrenovated old café or diner that has a 24/7 schedule. Usually I’m the only one in there, other then the waitress at the counter and the cook in the back, but on occasion there are a couple no good doers in the joint without anywhere else to go for the night, or just midnight ramblers like me. Whenever I end up in a place like this, I grab a cup of coffee and pen off the menu and sit down in a booth and write whatever’s on the top of my mind on a napkin. Generally it consists of whatever I saw on my walk over to the place, commenting on the solemn fact of all the melancholy men out there, or maybe write about some love poem that’s been deep rooted in my heart, or some random idea that flows from my stream of consciousness to the front of my mind. Usually I never end up doing anything with those scraps of napkins. They always end up turning up months later under a pile of books like some shriveled up old scroll. Then I’ll glance over them, give it a real big smirk reminiscing about when and why I wrote so and so and then put them back into place to be seen again some time later. Its not that they’re no good, a lot of them I appreciate and could see many others relating to them and digging them also. The problem is I just don’t ever know what to do with them and am too lazy to ever type them up. Who knows, maybe one day, maybe I’ll look over them all and write a collection of short stories and poetry and get it published somewhere.      This one time I had walked into this old dinner called Moe’s that looked as if it was built in the 70’s, with the worn wooden panels around the interior of the place, along with the circular steel stools at the counter and a bunch of booths that had been centered around the joint. At each booth there were these slot machine music boxes, for 4 songs it was a buck, or 25¢ a tune. They had the old classics like “Another Brick in The Wall” by Floyd, or The Doors Light My Fire and then there were other song’s from Céline Dion and some other artists that God knows if they ever got played. Beside the music, at the entrance of the dinner there had been this vintage Coca Cola refrigerator along with some empty glass cola bottles on the shelves by the register that also contained a turntable with some records and books in the whole collection. The place looks straight out of the 70’s as if it hadn’t aged a day, only gained character from all the folks that had crossed paths with it some day. After I had sat down, ordered the usual coffee and pen I began writing about everything I saw on my solitary walk on over here, about 20 minutes after I began a couple of sailors had walked in the front door.

         “Hey can I get a western and a bottle of blue.” The one sailor said

     “Make that two!” Said the other sailor.      “That’ll be right up.” Said the waitress handing both of them a beer.      “Thanks.” They both said.           “Hey mate, how old do you think old is?” The sailor asked.      “I don’t know about 25. Life seems to die down from there.” The other replied      “Hey I’m 25!” Said the waitress.      “So am I!” Said the first sailor.      “When you woke up in the morning when you turned 25 did you find yourself feeling old?” The sailor asked.      “No.” The waitress said “But I think when I turn 26 and wake up I’ll feel old.”      “Its funny when I was young I saw myself at this age with a wife and family in a house settling down somewhere and just chilling out in life. Now look at me, I’m conducting sailing lessons to minors in the day and drinking off my paycheck off in the night at some rundown old stingy bar. What kind of life is that?”

       This made me think of where I’d be when I turned 25. Right now at the age of 18 just starting out as a freshman in college, not enrolled in any kind of major and completely uncertain with what I want to do with my life, makes me wonder where I’ll be then. I have all these dreams and ambitions, like joining a band and making a living on the road from town to town playing music with my bros. Or the cliché fantasy of going to Paris and sitting down with my moleskin in hand at some famous café like “Café De Flore” where Joyce, or Hemingway, or Fitzgerald wrote at and write a novel there. Other then those artsy ambitions I often think about just dropping everything, taking a break from this concrete jungle and go backpacking in the mountains somewhere to find myself on some adventure, or on a road trip like Paradise and Moriarty from the classic Kerouac novel “On The Road.” Maybe I’ll even end up in India on some spiritual pilgrimage, practicing meditation and yoga with gurus and swamis that cross my path. All I know is I got to start doing something with my life and wake up from those dreams and actually on them and turn them into my reality, instead of wasting away the years as a spectator looking on the outside in on what could be my life, but never taking a step forward to the playing field and actually make something happen. Never get bored with your life; it could be the most exciting time of your life instead of letting pass by. Why ever let a moment go to waste? I thought.      You’d think everyone would have that mentally and aim for success, but the truth is we’re all too lazy to plan for tomorrow and just live for today to satisfy the now. Constantly looking for something, but never going anywhere. This society I find promotes that lifestyle. Why work when you could go get drunk some bar or, pick up a lady or two and have a nice night under the sheets. Or get high, pop a couple pills and go dancing at some club and fuel some addiction every week doing this routine over and over again, doing the same thing and going to the same place, but really going nowhere, like a mutt with no restraints of a rope. Sure what a grand time that is, now and then to go out on the town intoxicated with some substance, but doing that 3 or 4 times every week, doing the same thing over again, what’s the adventure and fun in that? I guess that’s just the perks of college life…Whatever it was, whatever the hook was that fished people into this lifestyle, I had enough of it. This was my escape these solitary walk’s where I had my thoughts to myself. Allowed me to get a grip on myself and consider what the hell I was doing with my life. I like to go out and have fun, but do I really want to live that lifestyle forever when instead I could be working towards attaining some of my dreams and success?

     Unfortunately it’s a question like that, that never seems easy to answer. It should be, but it isn’t. Consistently we’re always being tempted by our friends and by other things that appeal to us to go out on the town and do the same thing you did last week. Where’s the adventure in that? That discovery of new things is what I live for, how can one live without that? Who would want too? That’s why I like this solitary walks at night, it gives me time to think and reflect on my life and ask myself where I should be right now and where I’m going. It’s rather therapeutic to me. I think in a way everyone needs those therapeutic session in their life. Not necessarily to go to a shrink and let them do one of Freud’s psychoanalysis on you while you share all your problems to them, as you pay them so overpriced rate for the hour. Sure that works for some, but there are all types of therapy, such as painting a landscape of something, or making music, or writing, or going for a hike in the nature to stay grounded and reconnect yourself with your roots. Its times like those where you can just cut all the bullshit, take off the mask of acting on some persona and feel free to do whatever you want as you escape some life you hardly know.      After the sailors had paid for the meal, signed the check and took off I started talking to the waitress.

     “It’s amazing what kind of characters come in here at night.” I said. “I overheard that guy talking to those sailors about seeing the ski’s in the back of their car before coming in and completely creeping them out.”      “Oh yeah Pauly! He’s a regular.” She said. “He always comes in here and does stuff like that.”      “It’s interesting to see what kind of people you come across at night when the whole city is asleep and you’re still up.”      “Oh yeah I love working night shifts for that. You’d be surprised the kinds of things you see in here. My Uncle at one point almost rented this place out to this film crew for a television show cause of all the crazy things that happen in here.”      “Oh really! That’s amazing! Like what?”      “Oh well—one time this guy tried to walk out through the fridge thinking it was the door out—man was he ever obliterated.”

     “That’s too great.” I laughed      “Yeah this other time I had Russell Peters sitting here with his head in his cup, searching for who knows what in there.”      “What in the world was he on?” I asked continuing to laugh

     “Oh just flat out drunk.”      “That’s too great…How did that television thing come up with your uncle here?”      “I don’t know. It happened three years ago. I guess a film crew came in here one nigh and heard about all the wild things that happen here and really liked the layout of the place and wanted to see if they could make something of it.”      “I’m surprised your uncle never took up that offer.”      “I guess he was just worried that he would never get paid, as they said they’d pay him after they’re done filming at the end of the year. But it makes sense that it would be that way as they’re not actually going to make any money out of it until they release it.”      “I mean the way I see it, there’s no harm in it. Maybe it doesn’t turn out to be a success, but its not like its gonna obstruct the business.”      “The only problem is that we’d have to post a sign for customers telling them they’re being taped in here.”      “Oh that’s true. Too bad, that’d kinda destroy the crazy factor of it in here. Without anyone being acknowledged that they’re being filmed it would just be real. Once you notify people they’re being filmed, all of sudden there’s a line out the door to get awaiting for people to put on their mask and get in and catch their big break in the acting industry.”      “That’s true, we’d probably have regulars that would come every night being about that.”      “I could see why the film crew would wanna shoot here though. Its got a cool run down 70’s vibe with the circular stools at the front counter, the wooden paneled walls, booths and these non-operational music box’s here at the booths. I could just imagine some cat walk in and take a seat at the stool on the counter swing around and be like “Hey doll face, grab me a coke.” or coffee or something.      “Yeah!” She laughed. “ Its definitely got that look about this place. It actually did get rented out before for film use a couple times.”      “Oh that’s awesome. It’s perfect if you’re going for that 70’s diner vibe. Wouldn’t imagine it any other way.”      I always dug wandering into rundown cafes and diners like that in the middle of the night. It was all part of the adventure of those solitary walks. Especially living in Montreal with the culture it maintained, you could always come across some place new like this that you passed a million times, but never bothered to walk in until you just felt the need to explore. I liked that about this town. It was also always interesting to see the characters you’d bump into at these places and write a story around those random after people watching them for a couple minutes. This was grandest part of these walks to nowhere. You’d never know where you’d end up to, but when you got there it was almost if destiny designed it, itself. The ability to have time to reflect on the thoughts that drifted gallantly throughout my mind and write about them, that was my therapy, its what I lived for. Now all I had to do was couple all those shriveled up scrolls under the pile of books on my shelf, go on a trip to some other café or diner like these and make a novel with it.

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In the morning I see her, oh I see that sweet smile Oh its been such a long time, its been such a while Since the last time I saw that face, after a night of loving Oh I just want to embrace her, hold her in my arms as it been a while

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Black and White

I have seen black and white, summer days, winter nights-- All of the seasons--in every region And I've heard the bell that tolls, the demons calls, the highs, the lows-- What is this feeling? What am you feeling? I gotta keep my feet on the ground, take a breath, look around to see that its alright--its alright Loosen up, simmer down, pucker up--I want you to please me, please my mouth-- Give me the medicine I need What is your need to put up your guard? When all you do is set off all the alarms You're tearing yourself apart--oh your poor heart-- Is bruised and confused, in a feud with your minds mood Do you ever wonder why you're loosing, loosing yourself? Loosing yourself You're eating at your health--loosing yourself--balance your ground In the evening, as you depart, going out, into the dark Why are you leaving? Where are you going? Feeling black, feeling blue. Have you tried to change your mood? Is that the only thing you believe in? Is that the only thing you're seeing? Find a girl in your life, hold her hand, hold her right, time to live, don't pass it by, its alright No need to hide, come alive, get inside, don't let it die, Before your outside--looking in--while you should be looking out

What is your need to put up your guard? When all you do is set off all the alarms You're tearing yourself apart--oh your poor heart-- Is bruised and confused, in a feud with your minds mood Do you ever wonder why you're loosing, loosing yourself? Loosing yourself You're eating at your health--loosing yourself--balance your ground

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On the Shorline

On the shoreline the waves kiss its face No matter how many times they get sent away They never fret, nor ever hesitate, that they wont get a date--someday Oh it'll be worth the wait to take her out someday And the sun doesn't refuse to shine On the reflection of her eyes She's got me hypnotized By the magick of her thighs I've seen you as a ballerina on the stage and swing I've seen you as a soprano singer on the stage and sing The way you had a hook on me, the way you reeled me in my seat The way her graceful stare gaze right to my heart Oh she had me straight from the start I heard sometimes you have to drop the ropes that hold you up to whats passed--for there always comes that time But the waves still everyday hit the shore and crash Was it just meant to burn out the fire on the beach to ash? Or keeping on coming back, waiting waiting for the feeling to last?

Persistence pays off for those whom hold on to that rope Though sometimes gotta know when to let go Play your cards, roll your dice, know the right move to show The dealers a decieving dangler, he stuffs his sleeves full of tricks that do you wrong I've seen you as a ballerina on the stage and swing I've seen you as a soprano singer on the stage and sing The way you had a hook on me, the way you reeled me in my seat The way her graceful stare gaze right to my heart Oh she had me straight from the start

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Random Verses Here

Let me leap right through the street Through the ring of fire on to the balance beam In the air ill stare on down below To the audience waiting for me to throw down the disco ball I've seen a ballerina on the stage and swing I've heard a soprano singer on the stage and sing The way they had a hook on me, the way the reeled me in my seat The way their graceful stare, gazed right to my heart,  The entertainers had me right from the start Into the light, into to the dark Wandering spirits linger in the national parks Running frantic around the fire, naked and what not Oh they had a pleasant part, playing in their parade Into their nature, playing in their parade On the shoreline the waves kiss its face No matter how many times they get sent away They never fret, nor hesitate, that they wont get a date--Someday Oh it'll be worth the wait to take her out someday

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Help You Get On Your Way

Sister sister, wont you whisper and say the things you wont say Whatever haunts you, whatever taunts you, just come out and tell me Ill be your shelter, ill be your helper, help you get on your way—today

Help you get on your way, to better days Help you get on your way, give you a hand today Someone told me, that you’re getting cold and you could use something to warm you up from this daze Ill light your fire, ill bring you higher, bring your up from your confused ways For ill be your shelter, ill be your helper, help you get on your way today Help you get on your way, to better days Help you get on your way, give you a hand today

Little missy, mother has seen, tears on your face Let me be there, for you and care, and erase all those sad dreams That make you restless, stressed and depressed, let me put a smile on you, let me see that grace For ill be your shelter, ill be your helper, help you get on your way today Help you get on your way, to better days Help you get on your way, give you a hand today

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Art Of Your Act

Down in the streets, in London, in L.A Angels run lost and the devils have found a place to dance free Its time for a change, let us rearrange—the word That there is love in revolution and revolt have you heard That your art of your act has a new kind of wave to save the day Harness your fears, grab a mic, show your peers Whats on your mind, whats in your heart For a message is here, it comes in clean and clear That there is love in revolution and revolt With your art of your act has a new kind of wave to be exposed Will you give them the satisfaction, when they expose the elephant in the room? Sharing with us their best intentions, to enlighten, educate and induce— whats in front of you Of servitude and injustice—lets break on through to the truth That there is love in revolution and revolt With your art of your act has a new kind of wave to save the day to expose Tare on down the framework, bludgeon it down to the scraps Start out fresh with the groundwork and build it up from that Principles, rules and limits throw those notions in the trash You are free to live and love and create your art in your act

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Treasures Tombstone

I feel so lost, so gone, so broken My words aren’t clear they’re left half spoken Inside this hollow chest lays worthless tokens Cashing them in, while I’m cashing out Take a rest, into the coffin tombstone Barry your demons there, let them go They haunt your steps, lingering behind your shadow Creeping in the open window that was left unlocked Give me the key for my treasures tombstone A part of me is barried there, I need to close that door And hide it away Before it opens up and brings me down, down to the grave

Where have I been, where am I going? The questions killing me, with the answers not known and A part of me has heard that caged cat in me that was cool and cunning  Is plotting a ploy against his own name Save my face, save my grace Peal off this skin thats ingrained a mask of some other race That haunts me today Am I going away?  Am I already gone this day? Give me the key for my treasures tombstone A part of me is barried there, I need to close that door And hide it away Before it opens up and brings me down, down to the grave

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Belltower Blues

Have you ever tasted fear? The dark agitated plate that feeds you the uncertain notion of the end One last breath will you gasp as you slip? As you trip, dangling from a bell tower as it rings the alarm That triggers a rush of all those memories Will this one be the last to remember? Would you rather forget about all the madness and despair that lingers within your head? Let it slip away, into the vacant ruins of yesterdays past As you grasp onto the rusty latter to pull you up When you look down to the ground, and see all the space between you that clouds your mind Will you decide to let that cosmic dust settle and drift? As you rise above And ascend, continuing to climb—