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The Artist

I'm looking over to see what's on your mind
Glance down your paper, it's written in the lines
Wish I had a moment to look out through your eyes
Just a single moment to share a single mind

You're the artist, born in this time
Sketch the wholeness, pictures never lie
With a story, it fits just right

One look at life, through an open mind
Reaching for a door, he shows another's life
Drawing to a conclusion, a place where it begins

You're the artist, giving what you think
There's nothing bogus, just life's dreams
Feel it floating, drifting in the air
Capturing moments, making it all so clear

You're the artist, your mind is clear
Paying notice to the things we wear
You never focus on your last despair
You've always known that there would be something more —somewhere

5/30/1982

Chameleon

They all laugh at the things you say
Going around the track without a way

Chameleon, Chameleon
They all think you're crazed
Chameleon, Chameleon
Are you from outerspace?

Working, working everyday now
Turning, turning it all around

Chameleon, Chameleon
What do you say today?
Chameleon, Chameleon
The all thnk you're blown away

Changing, changing shades
Learning, learning a different way

Chameleon, Chameleon
Show me how you make the colors change
Chameleon, Chameleon
Don't you care what people think?

5/24/1982

Party with a Stranger

Isn't any reason, nevermind the time
Just having a few drinks, it all starts to rhyme
Don't even know you, don't really care
You're just the person, happened to be there

I'm just laughing, you ask me why
I can't believe this, no feeling inside
Just like the story, on the TV shows
Why we're here now, I'll never know

Girl, don't even know what I say
Hey, can't you read the signs I convey?
Like a puzzle, you play the game
Can't see this piece ain't the same
The pictures don't even relate

5/12/1982

High Heels and Leather

You talk about women, here's one  you should know
Say you're lookin' for good lovin'
This one, well…she steals the show

Gotta whip in her hand
Got that look on her face
I'm tellin' you boys, She'll put you in your place
That woman, in the high heeled shoes
Into leather, boys this ain't no pose

Oh that woman, she like to bind up you
If only she could, she would get a hold on you
She's got whips and chains and a smile on her face
Knowing what she wants from you
She's into high heels and leather

In her leopard print skin suit, he whip it flies
Tie you down, Use your own necktie
Oh, that woman
That woman's into high heels and leather
She'll tie you tonight

5/10/1982

The Mob

So you think you want to see some action Little boy, first things first We need to know your sources Your inner most fears We want to ask questions To see a true reaction…No tears needed here

If you pass our inspection We'll teach you our lesson The message it's so clear We're just a faction, if you're into action You've got to play by our rules

When the bullets are rising And there's no place for hiding You better be firing good There's no one to save you Not even the God that made you Face it, you're gonna die!

5/7/1982