Hawaiian girl

The Hawaiian girl knocked on my door
I took her in, she looked around
she noticed that my place was sparse
she sat down in my only chair
and she made herself at home

Another one bites the dust

Kindness, loathed to be invited,
kneeling alone

Stand tall, clamoring for your 30 pieces of silver

And cast yourself,
drop by drop,
another shadow,
begging to be set free

Check out girl

Fingers lined with silver
your skoal in your hip pocket
your beehive looks alive

 Eyes that warmly hold you
 your voice so smooth and sexy
 your smile calmly wry

Craving some attention
you're ringing up your ego
you're doling out some lies

Nothing to see

What life would be
if I wasn't a fool
careless and reckless
happenstance rules
no checklist or plan
nothing like that for me
aimlessly drifting
yes, something to see.

What would life be
if I wasn't a fool
thoughtful and careful
obey all the rules
my life all laid out
a straight line for me
standing in line
no, nothing to see

Flowers

I hope that someday you have flowers again
soft petals and colors to greet you again
to see so much beauty, yourself once again
there at that moment you need them again
again and again and again and again

Turn around

The Defeatists are in town
lets rally, turn them down
turn our backs, on their act
show 'em all , not this time
or next, or after that

Over and over

Song in my head
loop and loop
tumble around
kick up some dust

I know it's there
another song
a bitter truth
for me to hum