Mr. Storyteller

A begger is a begger,
And always will be,
Please change the tune Mr. Storyteller,
I'm tired of the melancholy,


The heart's the realm of the love dweller,
That's the only place where he can truly be free,
I think you're onto something there Mr. Storyteller,
Keep telling that story to me.


Don't stop Mr. Storyteller, don't let silence,
Overshadow my existence,
When you speak I feel,
A part of something real,
Don't let me fall Mr. Storyteller back to that illusion,
Tha insincere, superficial pollution,
That keeps me chained down and bound,
Please don' t let it go out, your beautiful sound.


A man with thought's always the game's best player,
Though he may not always appear to win,
You speak the truth Mr. Storyteller,
Go ahead I'm listening to every word you're saying,


We're all nothing more than a dove's feather,
At one time or another we'll all fall,
Just like a feather, Mr. Storyteller,
I'm falling down through it all.

Don't stop Mr. Storyteller, don't let silence,

Overshadow my existence,

Only when you speak I feel,

A part of something that's real,

Don't let me fall Mr. Storyteller, back to that illusion,

Tha insincere, superficial pollution,

That keeps me chained down and bound,

Please don't let it go out, your beautiful sound.


Your words, are like drugs to me,
Beautiful and compelling rhapsody,
It's happening, sex in my mind,
I hear the freedom bells clearly as they chime,
Oh, charished confusion and mayhem,
A place I'd long to be at, but never been,
With dying black, and nuptial white adorned,
I'm existing once again, I'm a newborn.

Don't stop Mr. Storyteller, don't let silence,

Overshadow my existence,

Only when you speak I feel,

A part of something that's real,

Don't let me fall Mr. Storyteller, back to that illusion,

Tha insincere, superficial pollution,

That keeps me chained down and bound,

Please don't let it go out, your beautiful sound.


ARealRock'N'Rolla

Get busy mending

All the world's telling me,
What to do and who to be,
Maybe I don't wanna be anyone,
Where to go, here and there,
Maybe I don't wanna be anywhere,
Wanna drug me with stupid television,
Throw me a book, and tell me it's salvation,
Well I'm sorry I don't do superstition,
Throw me a bone and fix my situation.

Keep your glorified social status,
Don't you know that blows away like dust,
In politics and country we trust,
When it's in ourselves we must,
'Coz when a dollar sign comes their way,
They won't think twice to throw us under the bus.

All the world's telling me what I should feel,
Scared, down, frustrated that's their deal,
Maybe I just wanna feel something that's real,
Rich or poor, they say you've gotta fight,
And the burning flame of patriotism iside ignite,
Why aren't their sons the ones sent off far away to die,
Out of that omnipresent feeling in their hearts, fright.

Keep your badges and your honor,
And bring our soul brothers back to life,
Or at least go and tell their fathers and mothers,
They died over nothing, just a lie,
Put our shattered souls back together,
Make me whole, so I can be myself again,
Whoever that was, I can't remember,
You were busy breaking me, now get busy mending.

How foolish of me, I forgot,
To you I'm just a number on a paper sheet,
You've taken everything I've got,
My heart, my soul, my hands and feet.

Keep your glorified social status,

Don't you know that blows away like dust,

In politics and country we trust,

When it's in ourselves we must,

'Coz when a dollar sign comes their way,

They won't think twice to throw us under the bus.

Keep your badges and your honor,

And bring our soul brothers back to life,

Or at least go and tell their fathers and mothers,

They died over nothing, just a lie,

Put our shattered souls back together,

Make me whole, so I can be myself again,

Whoever that was, I can't remember,

You were busy breaking me, now get busy mending.ARealRock'N'Rolla

A life well lived

He walks alone on a rainy night,
Only his memories are walking by his side,
One stone per charished moment in his pocket,
And dusty letters in his leather jacket,
Remind him of how good the good times were,
Though he wonders, what was it all for.

He never had too many things,
But what he did have, he had a lot of,
A soul to live, fingers to play, and heart to sing,
Some may say that's just not enough,
Though to me, that's more than we could ever hope to posess,
A life lived this way doesn't need any more or any less,
Make every laughter count, every tear, every breath,
For before you know it, you will have left.

Now he sits by himself by the side of the road
Watching everyone walking as they go,
As they head somewhere to hang their hats and coats,
He's a wreckadge stuck in the middle of the sea,
Surrounded by speedboats,
But at least he's free.

He never had too many things,

But what he did have, he had a lot of,

A soul to live, fingers to play, and a heart to sing,

Some may say that's just not enough,

Though to me, that's more than we could ever hope to posess,

A life lived this way doesn't need any more or any less,

Make every laughter count, every tear, every breath,

For before you know it, you will have left.

ARealRock'N'Rolla