You took the 502

I took it pretty hard

You took my snake skin boots, you took my credit card

You left this place ransacked but you can have all that

I want my heart back

Give me my heart back

I’ve heard discretion is an acquired charm

They say possession is nine tenths of the law

This ain’t no lover’s nest this is a house arrest

I want my heart back

Give me my heart back

Finders keepers

Lovers are heavy sleepers

Fatalists and daydreamers

Losers weepers

Charlatans and deceivers                   

Livin’ alone is cheaper

Some people are so poor that all they have is gold

There’s only one true thing that can’t be bought nor sold

The treasure laid to rest in every lover’s chest

I want my heart back

Give me my heart back

Wake up and smell the roses

You sleepy soldier dreamin’ on the job

When your head denies what your heart discloses

The war is over before it even starts

Wake up   

Wake up

Wake up

It’s time you

Wake up and smell the roses

You can’t ignore all that music in the street

A sweet song and a sweeter voice

Up the fire escape to the pillow to the sheets

Wake up

Wake up

Wake up

It’s time to

Wake up, can’t you smell the roses?

The thorns enclose you, the petals pull apart

The dark is where the light reposes

So take your nightmares and turn ‘em into art

Wake up

Wake up

Wake up

Wake up

Gather all your troubles and pains

Pack ‘em up and put ‘em away

Everything is rosy and grey

The garden at the start of the day

Some love is casual

Cool and contractual

But that’s never been enough for you and me

And it’s simply factual

You’re super natural

Like the moon and the stars and the sky and the sea

And it feels so sweet

How the days are long but they don’t feel long

Like the years that’ve gone by don’t feel gone

Like there’s bumps and stones on the road we’re on

But it don’t feel wrong

Some days feel tragical

Bleak and black magical

All the snakes and the snails and the frogs and the freaks

I can’t promise miracles

But one thing’s empirical

I will walk beside you silently

When the day’s so hard

Like the life you live when you feel like dyin’

And the truth you tell when you feel like lyin’

Like the song you sing when you feel like cryin’

Feel like cryin’

(Ah, one more thing)

When the light in your eyes is all you can see

The moon and the stars and the sky and the sea

Ah they may shine bright

But they won’t shine brighter than you and me

We’ve been told that time is on our side

But empires fall over years and overnight

When this day finally gives birth to yesterday

I hope our monument is beautiful

A fable worth pursuing

A jewel in the ruins

Will they name the story of our lives?

Bold and Brave

Or The Pity and the Pride

Will it be read, some kind of tale told by a fool?

Or something painfully beautiful

A ballad of elation

A song of inspiration

A stunning evocation

Of trials and tribulation

The lost romantic

Is the last one standing

Cast out, abandoned

Shipwrecked and stranded

Almost crash landing

Overboard, the tide of history

A billion souls, and you’re the only one I see

The final mission in addition to it all

A faded vision of deliverance

The rapture of a ringtone

Waiting at the payphone

Breathless as a newborn

Punch drunk and war torn

One final Hail Mary

Fated for the end zone

All things change over years and overnight

Rude boys and punks

Bow to the queen of the daytime drunks

It’s the sign of the times

It’s the end of days at the scene of  the crime

Then the sirens ignite

And the queen takes flight

In the city lights

Julie’s on junk

And Dara says, ah, how hard can one girl come….

to realize this street’s just a cruel consolation prize

Where some people shine and others go blind

In the city lights

Blink and it’s over, blink and it’s over

Stars working overtime

Blink and it’s over, blink and it’s over

Blink back the tears in your eyes

The grid gets rocked

The lights go out up and down the block

Till the sweet twilight

Is a fever dream between the day and night

But when the heavens alight

Ah, the kids are alright

In the city lights

I thought I heard your sweet voice calling in the street to me

But it was just a broken record playing in my memory

Life’s a mystery, life’s a mystery

A little sadness, a little history

And here they come again, the seven sorrows

Here they come again, the seven sorrows

Hey there lonely boy, don’t make me say I miss you brother

The stars are going out one by one and I can stand to lose another

So keep your wits about you, keep your wits about you

My whole world would go to shit without you

And here they come again, the seven sorrows

Here they come again, the seven sorrows

Man you cut it close

Down with an overdose

Didn’t I see you broke and beat?

Stumbling down Seaton St.

Hate, love, peace and war

Tell me what you’re fightin’ for

Rockabilly turf war down by the record store

Scar, heal, rinse repeat and do it all over again

And when the night comes down, and when you’re not around

I’ll wear this darkness like a thorny crown

And here they come again, the seven sorrows

Here they come again, the seven sorrows   

his city full of bars, beneath a canopy of stars

Can’t keep the fear at bay or take away these scars

So I waste the afternoon and I pace this fuckin’ room

Some kind of psychic fool predicting my own doom

So, say you won’t go

I don’t care if you mean it anymore

But I’m so low

Just say it, I’ll believe it

I’m lost in the profound, draggin’  my soul around

You see me walkin’ circles and staring at the ground

But what else can I do? I’ve got so much to lose

And it’s these hands the sand is always slippin’ through

So, say you won’t go

I don’t care if you mean it anymore

But I’m so low

Just say it, I’ll believe it

Say you won’t go

I don’t care if you mean it anymore

But I don’t know

How to fill this space between us

Every memory is fading and every thing is rearranging

Every photograph is aging and every day is cold and grey and strange

Should I believe the things you say, or just lock myself away?

And live to fight another day

Oh, won’t you please just…

Say you won’t go

I don’t think I’ll believe it but you know

I’m so low

It scares me but I need it

Say you won’t go

I don’t really believe it but I know

Even so

I’ll die if I don’t hear it

Tell you a secret

It’s under your nose

Blisses and blessings

Fingers and toes

I hear there’s a garden

Feels mighty close

A taste of the good life

You’ll come up smelling like a rose             

And you’re the only one I see

Poor little rich man

Head up his ass              

The carnival pitchman

But I smell a rat

Cause Gold is the devil

And Fame is a trap

But Love is forever

Yeah, and I’m alright with that

Cause you’re the only one I see

I feel alive in the fire in your eyes

Crowd like a beehive

Workers and queens

Under the street lights

Buzzing like bees

But your the only one I see

I feel alive in the fire in your eyes

Off is on, day is night

Up is down, black is white

Right is wrong

Wrong is right

Till it’s hard to see the light in anyone

How do you do life

Oh, how do you do… it?

Best of friends, bitter foes

But that was then, this is now

Sleeping dogs, sacred cows

When you shake my hand you pull me under

I shake my head and wonder how do you do… it?

Broken satellites

All hope lost, alone and despondent

All those lonely nights

No more lightning, no more thunder

You’ve been searchin’, I’ve been wondering

You call tails, I call heads

You jump bail,  I confess

Wedding bells, separate beds

And it’s hard to trust a killer when it’s your lover

It’s a bitter how do you do?

How do you do… it?

And it’s hard, this thing called life

Ah don’tcha know (I need to know)

How do you survive

The jeers and jibes

The endless who, what , when, where, whys…

Oh, how do you do…it?

They took your dream of wild woods

They stripped that buddhist childhood from your bones

Heaven knows

They told you time’s a number

But that’s the kind of math that leaves you cold

Bleeds your soul

So let go and just rage on

Trip that fire alarm

Rage on, grin and carry on

Till the lights go out, till the sun goes down

Until every star has shone

Rage on, rage on

They wanna buy and sell you

They try to heaven or hell you

But that song, it’s dead and gone

They had the nerve to tell you

If it didn’t kill you it made you strong

They were wrong

So come on and just rage on

Trip that fire alarm

Rage on, spit and carry on

Till the lights go out, till the sun goes down

Until every star has shone

Rage on, rage on

Till your time runs out, till the clock winds down

Until every star is gone

Rage on, rage on

Ah, the lights go out and the sun goes down

But that beat just carries on

So rage on, rage on

The poor folks search for courage while the rich folks clutch their pearls

And they’re dancing on the grave of the world

Ah there’s stenches in the trenches of the halls of convention

You’ve forgotten something’s rotten in the kingdom of cotton

All those soldiers that have fallen, all the wars that they fought in

I’ll bet our old pal Charlie Darwin would probably concur….

That we’re dancing on the grave of the world

All those haters, all those lovers, all those pushers and shovers

All those victims, all those muggers, all those Louisville sluggers

All those fathers, all those mothers, all those sisters and brothers

They’re just goin’ about their business, but mister have you heard

They’re dancing on the grave of the world

And we are gathered, as if it mattered

Today, to eulogize the world

Hope and desire, brimstone and fire

We’ll get the ending we deserve

All those flashers, all those mooners, all those swingers and swooners

All those lurkers, all those loomers, all those whispers and rumours

All those makers and consumers all those zoomers and boomers

With one finger on the button and a billion burgers served

They go dancing on the grave of the world

No more winners, no more losers, no more pickers and choosers

No more sinners, no more soothers, no more cunts and colluders

See those morons light the fire and the wise men watch it burn

And they’re dancing on the grave of the world

So we’ll sing a final Auld Lang Syne and toast to Robbie Burns

And keep dancing on the grave of the world

Dial A for Armageddon, dial L for lesson learned

We’re all dancing on the grave of the world