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Stopped into a local spot for a drink,
Pulled up a stool and I ordered whiskey,
A "Hello" to the fellow sittin next to me,
We got to talking bout our JOB's,
I said "I'm head of manufacturing...",
"In fact I own a lie factory,
Crafting stories only I believe,
Fabricating fantasy and daydream,
See I pretend that she's still here with me...",
I said "I'm head of manufacturing...",
And " I been drowning in the whiskey and wine,
Tryin to hide this aching heart of mine,
While I tell everyone that everything's fine,
It's 9 - 5 on that production line",
Tipped my glass and I said "That's me...",
"Man, I'm head of manufacturing...",
"Line by line, that's just how I get by,
Though it breaks this aching heart of mine,
I keep smiling saying everything's fine,
Like she's with me and not some other guy,
See when it comes to lyin I'm the king,
Said "I'm head of manufacturing..."

Pail of water,
Where is Jill?,
Jack got some magic beans for sale?,
Someone show me a wishing well,
What happened to the fairy tales...?,
See I remember when that
Humpty Dumpty
Was picking up pieces,
Little Bo Peep
Was chasing her sheep
And Goldilocks
Was locked up with the
Three bears sleeping,
What happened to the fairy tales
I used to believe in?
What happened to the fairy tales,
Seems nobody reads them,
They sit upon the library shelves and
Few ever see them,
And new generations have nothing to believe in,
Tell me what happened to the fairy tales...,
What happened to my fairy tale...?

A factory full of odds and ends, assembled and arranged in lines by non-mechanical beings.
Punchdrunk time cards chart their lives through typical weeks with typical tasks.
Printing the barcodes, scanning the barcoded things.
Plotting points on a graph, crunching numbers - like a cog in a machine.

It's morning and the street lights are still on.
The road is resting it's back while the cars sleep in their driveways.

Foot-free footpaths mirror the road.
Unlike them, I'm wide awake - but I share in their peace.

Walk with me in the eager night

brass bold black horse billow

taste this frontier bone stripped love

sea grave green wept willow

the dark swam down from the ceiling.. to a world all studded with stars

and she turned the key in her pickup.. and drove home like all the rest of the cars

she waited for a noise like a phone ring.. to break up
all the stories in her mind

and the lights that stalled all her journey.. made her think for a second of the blind

now I walked up the hill by the dockyard.. because I saw
her name on the screen

just then a bird flew out
of a building.. and I forgot
about the ghost in the machine

and I'm far, far.. from mean

the cafe played songs from the sixties.. and the waitress had a smile like a dream

and she wrote down her number
on my napkin.. and I forgot
about the ghost in the machine

she hot showered alone in her apartment.. hearing lovers
wreck beds through the wall

and her mom rang to say that she loved her.. and she cried when she knew she was gone

see a memory's just a memory if you let it.. and your time is like a poem in your mind

but some of us just can't write a love song.. and for some there ain't no other kind

and I'm far, far.. from mean

I lit my cigarette with the lighter she bought me.. I felt no guilt although I knew that I should

and I finished my coffee around midnight.. to the strains of "johnny b goode"

see a marriage is just a marriage
if you let it.. and a promise is made a promise by time

through the years I've learned life
is a poem.. and some of us just don't want to rhyme

and I'm far, far.. from mean

Stop teaching hatred through bad examples.
Stop teaching fear through violent reaction.
Stop all the killing.
Stop all the war.
Stop shouting "gung-ho", when you don't know what its like to see some of your loved ones killed; and you're left standing in the spill.
Stop all corruption and corporate control.
Stop all the demons devoid of soul.
Stop giving power to the little few.
Stop thinking "I'm helpless", or that will remain to be you.

If I love you, I keep you in my roots; you live in me.
Someday you'll leave, and this part of me will surely wilt.

I create a distance so there's less to miss.
Believing 'I need walls, I am tricked.
'Alone before it is time.

You swallow a year
And then you grow
Not very fast
And not too slow

You grow your teeth
You grow your feet
And then you become
A grown-up kid

The time flies forward
Or backward sometimes
At times too slow
Or way too fast

You wander through life
And one day recognize
How to stretch your shoulders
And spread your wings
And fly high into the sky
Into the bubble of happiness

The sun is lifting
Heavy burdens off my mind
My thoughts are drifting
Back a moment in time
Where sands are sifting
Back and forth with the tide
I am still searching
Where clues of life abides
My heart is open
Maybe for the first time
And all that I’m hoping
Watching my shadow mime
Dreams that are coming
Trying and keeping up
Letting things go
So the weight will fade away
Drift with the wind so
Off my shoulders behind me
Then I will know
How wonderful is life
The flowering blossoms
Opens up like a prize
Something so awesome
Right before my eyes
And my mood softens
Glancing into blue skies