Lost in genius and manic.
Driven mad by the music.
Never letting go of your gift,
But abusing it.
Because it was better.
It was richer.
It was all consuming
And it devoured you.
Finding a superior drive within.
Harnessing the demons’ din.
The world’s greatest player,
Pouring out your soul like water.
Because it was freer.
It rang truer.
It was your world
And it devoured you.
Dead now and still not in peace.
You couldn’t find the inner balance.
Greatness gone sour
While you played the final hour.
Because it was over.
It became your controller.
It was the music and madness
Insidiously devouring you.
Because it was better.
It was richer.
It was all consuming
And it devoured you.
Because it was freer.
It rang truer.
It was your world
And it devoured you.
Because it is over.
It became your controller.
It was the music and madness
Insidiously devouring you.
– For a man I had never heard of, Jaco Pastorius,
and the gifts of life.
© 2012 Wasted Space Communications
It’s life!
Just a joke to those who don’t know.
Just a moving picture show,
Predestined differently by individual forces.
That’s life.
It’s life!
A miraculous mirage always in the distance.
A Fellini film for instance,
Shaped subtly by individual directors.
That’s life.
A magical movie of experience.
A mythical madness of reverence.
A solid something formed by your own hands.
A surreal soundstage where you perform the history of man.
That’s life.
It’s life!
A funny story with a purpose.
A particular impression in a farce,
Quietly collected for better or worse.
That’s life.
Real life – the creation of substance.
Your life – born or floating forms.
A magical movie of experience.
A mythical madness of reverence.
A solid something formed by your own hands.
A surreal soundstage where you perform the history of man.
That’s life.
© 2012 Wasted Space Communications
In the cold dark night of a bright spring day,
I blinded myself to the facts.
You said you never loved me and were going away,
but I turned a deaf ear and tried not to act
Let down.
Torn apart.
Rid of my senses,
with an empty heart.
I loved you more than sight and sound.
I guess you didn’t.
You sent me looking for love in the lost and found,
but I couldn’t
Find what was lost.
Think what to look for.
I was rid of my senses,
with an empty heart.
The fury of love has been replaced,
by the silence of my sorrow.
When I wake up to another day,
I can’t believe it’s already tomorrow.
Because you let me down.
You tore me apart.
Rid me of my senses,
and emptied my heart.
© 2012 Wasted Space Communications
There’s something I want to talk about.
Where are you?
There’s something serious
I have to tell you right now.
It’s not about love.
It’s not about me.
It’s about the world we live in.
It’s about the way thing ought to be.
There are so many things that are wrong.
Where are you?
Don’t you care that our world is dying?
It’s been killing us all along.
Every day in the news is news of death.
Every day is a contest.
Our leaders simply want to win their wars,
but the wounds they leave are the people’s scars.
Scars of a world gone mad.
Wounds of the starving and the sad.
Pictures of turmoil and despair –
a world on the brink of nowhere.
It’s time to talk about love.
It’s time to think about you and me.
It’s time to heal the world we live in.
It’s time our world was the way it should be.
But I can’t change the world without you.
Where are you?
It’s going to take both of us and all of us
to do what we have to do.
To build a world of love.
To build a world for you and me.
To feel safe in the world we live in.
To remake our world the way it ought to be.
© 2012 Wasted Space Communications
Another fine mess I’ve gotten myself into.
Another bit of trouble I need to get out of.
I don’t really know what to do,
but this just isn’t love.
I’ve never been good at confrontation,
and I don’t want a knock down drag out.
Still, something has to be done,
and you know what I’m talking about.
It’s time to end everything.
To put a stop to this thing.
I know I did a lot of things wrong,
but as of today I’m gone, gone, gone.
This all just started too fast and slid under the sheets.
You even said you loved me but we only just met.
Now I’m starting to feel the heat
of an unwise relationship I’d like to forget.
Now it’s time to end everything.
To put a stop to this thing.
I can’t believe all the things I did wrong,
but as of today I’ve got to be gone.
I’m sorry for any pain I caused you.
It’s not something I wanted to do.
But bad things happen in this imperfect place,
and if we go any further it’s just a waste.
So, it’s time to end everything.
Stop this whole thing.
It’s obvious I did everything wrong,
but as of today I’m gone, gone, gone.
© 2012 Wasted Space Communications
It’s not ideas or discontent.
It’s an empty stomach.
It’s not an ism of any kind.
It’s a decent place to live
And we’re willing to die for it.
It’s not being told what to want.
It’s choosing for ourselves.
It’s not someone else’s agenda.
It’s a way of life
And we live and die for it.
Who is in the seats of power deciding,
Knowing better the things to want?
Remove them to the dunce’s chair,
Out of the way in their tall white hats.
Trade them for something to eat,
For the little things we want.
Remove them to the dunce’s chair,
Out of the way in their tall white hats.
It’s not the party line.
It’s the desolation of an empty table.
It’s losing faith in our fellow man,
In our fathers and mothers,
In a better life for our sons and daughters.
Who is in the seats of power deciding,
Knowing better the things to want?
Remove them to the dunce’s chair,
Out of the way in their tall white hats.
From the seats of power deciding,
Remove them to the dunce’s chair –
Out of the way in their tall white hats
To the dunce’s chair.
Out of the way
In their tall white hats.
© 2012 Wasted Space Communications
