Breathe Myself to the End
Infrared
To Be
Boj
The One
Asleep
Hormesis

Breathe Myself to the End
Molina

Walk another mile now
I want to these old shoes off
Throw them to the sky and drift away
I've had my share of hard wood floors
And scraps of food left from days before
Making monuments out of tin can dime charades

Is it more than time I want?
Is there more from life to make?
I've been walking' through the motions
of being everybody's soul mate
And there's times when I want to break free
And be my only friend
And lock myself in a wooden box
And breathe myself to the end

Many times I lay alone
Waiting' for the perfect moan
And I think of all the years that pass me by
My best friends say that I go to far
With a joke I'm found in Iowa
Speaking' words in the cornfields with the crows

And a jig we dance
to a jug of punch
As we sing it too-ra-lay
Is it clear to me there's no such thing
As a crow that dances this way
But he turns to me and just the same
He bids me too-ra-loo
To fly with him to the setting sun
And above the crescent moon!

Is it more than time that I want?
Is it more from life that I need?
There's a vision on the
With all the soul mates in its keep
And there's times when I want to break free
And be my only friend
And lock myself in a wooden box
And breathe myself to the end

Infrared
Sweigert

Took a trip on the first days of summer
Sawed a train in half, drowned in two
Threw a fiberglass wing in the river
No one knows why it happened

But infrared shows gasoline
Spilled out over the surrounding trees
So, they say it must be human error

Took the trip on a flight simulator
All coordinates were reviewed
All commands from the blackbox repeated...
Somehow nothing would happen

Instruments show latitude and longitude
I think I see with foggy eyes
the distant trace of the horizon
as we hit the floor

To Be
Molina

In my hopes to catch the moment
a glimpse of yesterday
I swear I saw the child
of the universe unfold
and in her eyes a gift was returned
a secret world of foreign understanding

To be or not to be
To search silent reasons denied
To chance
Set the standard too high
Now falls cross the human divide

In the laughter of the landscape
formed the garment that was shared
of a thousand hidden secrets
surrendered to the hour
Now there's more than dreams in these eyes
a secret world of foreign understanding

To be or not to be
To soar where no other can go
To free
Perfect thoughts don't belong
on these ancient worlds left alone

To be or not to be
Where sand slips back into the sea
far from your hands
where time is believed to mark the palace
of your foreign understanding

Where faith breaks the shadows
in the middle of the sun
and keeps the motions of the future
to be hidden by the one
that hides the laughter
from the elephants and swans
And all the pieces
of the truth are never known

Boj
Sweigert

I own a shop in Bangladesh
We've got the longest lines in town
They make a tie with bowling pins!

Took another fat deposit to the bank today
Shot the mistress to the mall
And my wife won't find the laundered petty-cash fund
And she won't ask me why

I have a friend who plays the sax
And a dozen hand made bells
He's got consignments everywhere
Nothing he does sells
It's really just a waste of time
And while he's pushing it past his prime
C.D. burns her royalty checks to keep her mansion warm
But he won't ask you why

I own a shop in Bangladesh
We've got the longest lines in town
I have a friend who plays the sax
And a dozen hand made bells
Lives in the subway under Wells

Took another fat deposit to the bank today
Shot the mistress to the mall
And my wife won't find the laundered petty-cash fund
Should not have drunk her tea today
And she couldn't make out the taste
Her eyes still pointing upward to her helpless god of love

The One
Molina

Who are you?
Are you real?
What is this thing that I feel?
And how do I know
you wont come around and take up my soul?
Pretty little diamond in your jacket clothes
Got yourself a light
but the light barely shows

Now I've seen the eyes
In the pyramids of skies
And I've touched the wings
In the discipline of lies
And I've fought the wars
To discover who I am
Like it or not
It's who I am

Can I learn to love?
Can I break down these old walls?
Can I shake out all my fears
of the past that leaves me flawed?
Can I hold you in my arms
and tell you that I care?
Would you be scared?

In my heart
In my soul
I swear this is the love that will never grow old
All my fears
I must pass
Must trust the future will embrace me at last

Wont you come stay just one more night?
Wont you come stay?
You are the one

Asleep
Molina

Don't know how to say goodbye
Arms stretched out to fly
Freedom is just around the corner
As she whispered "no more waiting for the sunrise"
In the summer wind of day?????
Crossed the valley into shade
Looked out over the bridge of this world
As she whispered
A small diamond fell from her eye

And the waters calm resolve
Holds the answers in the wave
Takes the promise of all the future
As she whispers, "no more waiting for the sunrise"

I'm asleep
I was swimming in the river through it
While the boats were running past
Put a letter in your bed of flowers
Holding on to love at last

Sweet season shall return
And fortune's fool will spin no more
The fugitive in the race for waking
Turns the hour
Back into the sunless days and drunken nights

Don't know how to say goodbye
Arms stretched out to fly
Freedom is just around the corner
As she whispered "no more waiting for the sunrise"

I was swimming in the river through it
While the boats were running past
Put a letter in your bed of flowers
Holding on to love at last
I'm asleep in the world of waking

Hormesis
Sweigert

The days pass in whiteness and cold on McKinley
Your tent like a butterfly lodged in the snow
Your best friend just lifted on a stretcher to the sky
The winds tear at your lungs as your feet start to slide

Your future is balanced on a sliding ice platform
Your backpack weighs heavy and the air is getting thinner
Whatever wont kill you will just make you stronger

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