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The Crooked Frame

Walking down the hallway, pictures in frames
Notice one isn't hanging straight
Enter a room with a dozen doors
Too many choices grabs your brain

A hundred voices, makes you insane
An empty feeling as you lose your way
A child's scream puts you in his place
See your picture in the crooked frame

You're in his eyes but your mind is here
Broken glass streams out of your hair
Face is torn as it falls from the hand
Drops of blood seep into the floor

Years pass by, looking with dead eyes
Return to the house where you used to laugh
See a print through shattered glass
The boy he screams, feeling your pain
You see yourself in the crooked frame


7/19/1982

The Guitarist

I hear every note as you play the chord
Your everything and a little more
Fingers move up and down the board
An open mind when we tell you more
'Cause you're a —
Rock-N-Roll guitarist
You're plaing like we said
A rock-n-roll guitarist
Look at them shake their heads

And they don't know the story
'Cause they've never had the glory
They will never know the feeling
The feeling that burns in your head

Waves hit the rocks
The people, they get shocked
By the words of the news
All their friends are dead

So insecure
They're waiting for the words
Of someone to take them home
From social turbulence they turn
To hear your fingers explode


6/30/1982

Rough Cut

Late, late at night, when I just sit around
And try to unwind
I just write the lines as they show
Maybe finalize something else
'Cause this don't really matter
Just a brief design, sketched outline…
—A rough cut

Just a few ideas
That made the time
Not a final line, it's got no vital signs
It's just a rough cut


6/16/1982

Kiss Me Goodbye

I saw you just the other day
Hadn't spoke for quite a while
Had to see you to keep going
Needed something just to show me
I'm not just living my life in vain

Wish I had all the memories
A single moment like a passing dream
Take the time and let us be alone
Oh, Why must we go?

I never said, I said goodbye
There always seemed, there was another time
So don't you kiss me goodbye
You didn't kiss me goodbye
Won't you kiss me goodbye
Please kiss me goodbye
Oh, kiss me tonight

6/8/1982

Something Simple, Something More

See, see me through the day
Screen me, screen me though your eyes
What do you think of me?
Something simple, one, two, three

I can see you, can you see me?
I'm a dream view, dreams of being
Make the story line, capture me
Something simple, one, two, three

Fourteen miles, 50 feet
Open seaside, Ocean beach
Join me, join me now
Have the drinks pour
Roll in the sand
Something simple, something more

One, two, three, four
Something simple, something more
In the doorway, books are born
These the cover, different form
On the inside, They're all the same
Something simple, something more


6/1/1982