I may be the one you’re looking for
but you’ll never find me
In my soul there’s a lump of coal burning bright
through the night
I’ll never shine with a faceted light
Curled in a ball, head on the floor
I never thought I could be wrong once more
hide my face from the sight I can’t look you in the eyes
I don’t know if it’s true
but I saw you mamma yesterday
she said your name’s in the news
but I don’t know what the headlines say
I’ll look up your name on microfilm
Read the abstract of your last will
Told your sister I saw you the other day
But nothing stood above the fray of normalcy
Don’t look me in the eye
Toes pointed to the sky
Lovers come to say good by
Tears shed bedside
Don’t look me in the eyes
Avert them to the side
Can’t live with your lies
Forgive you with a sigh
Filmed by my youngest… staring my oldest… soundtrack and drawings by yours truly
If you think it’s time to say goodbye
You might me right
If a shadow of a doubt has crossed your mind
It may be better to leave me behind
I’m a problem that you can not solve
a solution in which I won’t dissolve
If you can’t stand my presence
Makes no sense to stay in the present situation
that’s my stance
I’m a problem that you can not solve
A solution in which I won’t dissolve
I’m a mad man sitting on a park bench
I’m a sad man looking over the fence
Seeing myself entrenched
In a hole that I’ve dug on my own
You can be who you wanted to be
Gonna have to be without me
You can do what you wanted to do
I won’t be there to stop you
I’m a problem that you can not solve
A solution, a note I won’t resolve
My 5 year old son filmed this with my point and click… I think I might have a director on my hands
White Collar Worker
B.Stone
I’m a white collar worker in a white collar family
I work on the 9th floor of a tower
Protective glaze over my waterless gaze
It looks like I’m in a heap of trouble
I’m not in a union. I’m on salary
I work at least 50 hours a week
No bonus structure, no equity
I don’t punch a clock but I get no overtime
And then I remember I’ve got my first born
Prime America, squeeze for all its worth
It takes time to live out that dream
A house, two cars and two point five kids
That you’ll only see on the weekends
Then I remember Ive got my firstborn
As he puts his tiny hand in mine and he looks me in the eyes
And he says “daddy I love you”
They used to call me the Grass Hog
But now they call me a loser.
The line went from short to long.
I don’t think that I can go on
Without the charge of a battery rammed through my head.
I put my finger on the hairline trigger
Making small which was once much bigger
Staring at my high school picture
Remember, memory go away
I lost all my power to keep you near.
I’m all out of gun powder to install fear
Your burned face, back of my mind, I can not clear
They used to call me the Grass Hog
But now they just call me old
My attitude went from bold to cold
I don’t seem to fit the mold
But I can get the thought of you out of my bed
I put my finger on the hairline trigger.
Did I ever tell you, you look like my sister?
I never thought I would ever miss her
Remember, memory go away
They used to call me the grass hog
They used to call me, they used to call
But now they don’t call at all
Grass Hog, Grass Hog
I’ve a Panavision smile exploding into Technicolor
Adverts become themselves when there is nothing left to sell
Encyclopedia of cinematic gestures
That fake meaningful look, that tearjerk hook
We’ve all been to New York City and seen the stars on Hollywood Boulevard
We’ve all paid our $11.50 to get there virtually on the silver screen
They say who needs women; just take a look at the television
Channel 4, flip to 2, switch to 9
For your eyes the man earns a dime
Phone plan, blue pills, fast cars, precision time
Symbolic sexual vortex, tele-visual sheen… she’s the power of 17
The end credits roll by.
I’ll see you later, ‘round like an alligator, take yourself with ya
Here is the first song I wrote. I recorded it with my buddy Paul Madison.
Here are the lyrics:
Flutter by butterfly
Flutter by butterfly in my backyard
They only come around when the nectar’s flowing
They only come around when the good times are rolling
Laughing, singing, sharing, talking to my friends
Why are they all gathered here in my presence
Why are you always asking me for something
Always pretending to my friend
Butterflies flutter by
Flutter by butterfly pass me by
Flutter by butterfly suck me dry
Why don’t they come around when I’m feeling down?
