From: intraphase@gmail.com   
      
   ROUND HOUSE MIRAGE   
      
   When the diamonds run out   
   The mirage fades away   
   Cause and effect speeds up   
   There's nothing left to say   
   Building roads and taking tolls   
   The end of the line   
   It's the end of the line   
   The end of the line... this time   
      
   Chorus   
   Some people - Build roads   
   Some people - Take tolls   
   But the map is different day by day   
   Some people - Building roads   
   Some people - Taking tolls   
   But the map is different everyday   
      
   IF ONLY   
      
   If only death was real   
   I could lay down and never feel   
   Life and death are poems   
   Two sides of the same coin   
   One alone in the darkness   
   Thoughtless as a home   
   So many days pass by in calvalcade   
   Flowing memory in waterfall cascade   
   I almost found myself   
   A nothing inside of nothing   
   All peace forever trusting   
      
   What's coming from you   
   Is what's coming to you   
   House of mirrors push and shove   
   River of tears hate and love   
   What's coming from you   
   Is what's coming to you   
   Moral calculus   
   Tribal politics   
   Selective prosecution   
   Big bang contracts   
   Arguing alternatives   
   Everything recalibrates   
   Points of abstraction   
   Two pipes collapse   
   Sewage in the wreckage   
   Credit lines retract   
      
   SOUTHBOUND RAIN   
      
   There's all ways one person   
   Who figures it all out   
   Builds that final station   
   From where they all headed south   
   Shattered data fields   
   Fall in glassy rain   
   It's leather weather   
   In ambulance alley   
   Only the fools and the dead   
   Try to explain   
   Points of abstraction   
   Argue the alternatives   
      
   SUNKIST   
      
   I met a little boy   
   In clown make-up   
   She said her name was Dawn   
   I met a little girl   
   Writing poetry   
   He had a needle in his arm   
      
   ABBA CORP   
      
   In between the cemetary and highway   
   Is a lightning struck tree   
   Sitting playing an old guitar man   
   Singing songs of the free   
   The swamp is close enough to hear   
   The croak of a bullfrog toad disappear   
      
   I sit on a log   
   A toad out of gas   
   We both stare up   
   At he Hangman's noose   
   We smile   
   And give each other a pass   
      
   He said he always knew   
   What they had planned for me   
   But he didn't want to spoil   
   The end of a good story   
      
   I told him of all the times   
   I had seen him before   
   He said: "It's a long road down to Albacore."   
   I said: "You can tune a piano, but you can't tune a fish."   
   He said: "Old son I'll sing along with this"   
      
      
   INTO THE NIGHT   
      
   Each person we meet   
   Is a door to another world   
   When I met you   
   I didn't want to meet anymore   
   I saw into a world   
   I'd never seen before   
   I saw into a world   
   I'd never seen before   
      
   You stare at me out your window   
   Afraid of your desires   
   Well I'm here until my wings warm   
   Listening to your fire   
      
   Why is so much hidden   
   From my naked eyes   
   Why are questions forbidden   
   In the dark and silent nights   
      
   Now I'm just a lonely blackbird   
   Sitting on a wire   
   Everybody that knows me   
   Knows I can't... I can't fly much higher   
   Now I'm just a lonely blackbird   
   Listening to your wires   
   Well I'm here until my wings are warm   
   Listening to your fire   
   Eight lonely blackbirds   
   Sitting on a wire   
   Eight lonely blackbirds   
   That can't fly much higher   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)