Insomniac Folklore

So I drop the needle down and the record begins to spin
And the sound that issues forth so warm so grand
That it brings me memories that I am too young to remember
Or perhaps too old to comprehend

And the day that I die will be the day that I find a radio that plays what I want to hear

As A child I was wiser for never trying to decipher
The why or how of everything

And the day that I die will be the day that I find a radio that plays what I want to hear

Tinker toys and Lincoln Logs sentiments we long remember
You wont need to wake me up I’ve been here forever
Warmth of heavens glow jostled by the winter’s snow
G.I. Joes and Lego blocks friends in stormy weather

From young to old from old to new that’s the love I have for you
Feelings lose their meaning and moments are fleeting
When I awake you’ll be there

It’s all so ominous and so impending
Would you show me where to go
Give me a way and I will go

To all of you kids who drive gray cars and keep a sleeping bag in the trunk
you’ve got bumper stickers that say this is who I am and I like some bands
Well some of us got parents and some of us don’t but we all need to sleep and we all need to eat
And we all got some sin but my God he forgives and we, we should try

I want to drive to the coast, drive to your town, see some good shows, jump around
We play our anthems on beat up guitars and we sing songs of worship under the stars
Singing thank you, Lord it’s been a good life, it’s been pretty good, its been pretty good

You are like scotch for the straight-edger you like films starring Heath Ledger
And you go to your church and you sit on your perch and you like to look down
Well who made you judge it wasn’t my God but he, he still loves you

Kill a baby save a tree, kill a baby save a tree, kill a baby save a tree, kill a baby save a tree

We’re all just tissue tissue me, we’re all just tissue tissue we, we’re all just tissue tissue meat, kill a baby save a tree

All the kids these days living triple lives but they can’t hold on to one
We’re all made to be who we are and who were made to be
Like God the Father and God the Son and God is Spirit three in one

We can’t handle it, we can’t handle it, we can’t handle it all alone

I want a hand to hold, I want a father, I want a place to live and be at home
We all need something to worship hey look what’s on TV

First of all my dear friends I want you to know that you mean so much to me
Yeah so much to me

I try to be all things to thee but what I am to be lies incomplete what I want to be I try to be a good man

First of all my sweet love I want you to know that you mean so much to me yeah so much to me

I’m a murderer an adulterer don’t you know these things start in the mind I’ve don’t the unspeakable I’ve killed all my friends I did all this then I lied

So I want to say what I’m trying to say what I want to say
Is I’m sorry

If it’s the clothes that make the man I’ve been who I am a very long time
Every stitch every color makes who I am reminds me just who I am

These aren’t the hands of a boy these are the hands of a man
I’ve been who I am for a long time been who I am a very long time

Working is slowly robbing be of years while my dearest love lies sitting home in tears
Been under the curse for a long time been who I am a very long time been who I am a very long time

And at times I’ve felt like Job when their telling me to go my own way
But those encouraging words where their reaching these ears are just curse God and die

Cellphones Give You Brain Cancer

Cellphones give you brain cancer! ×3

I wish I had a camera so that when you all leave this place I could prove to myself that I had friends
I’ve had these strange urges recently to be talking drugs intravenously
But that’s not in my nature no that’s not my nature

Completely and utterly alone in a world full of love
I cant say I didn’t do it to myself but I cant say your to blame

I rent too many movies and I emerge myself in fiction so I don’t have to think
So I don’t have to think

So bring it back and take it away and bring it here and come and stay you’re such a tease
It was love and it was fate and it was swell and it was great you’re such a tease
I gave you my heart and you gave it a break and now I cant resuscitate you’re such a tease

So many things in me I hate, so many things I’ve done he hates

There is none good not one
Praise the Lord for He is good, praise the Lord for what good has he not done
You are whole, You are holy, You are good

There is so much blood, there is so much blood on this floor, spread it with my fingers spell my name and write out all my wrongs

I want to give you a song but I can’t find the words to say
I guess I could reach down and pull out a thousand clichés But that wouldn’t be honest so I guess
I will have to show you my heart

You search and you know me you know my every thought
So why don’t you help me? Could it be
You want to hear it from me

God I hurt please help me God I hurt please help

You want me to worship in spirit and in truth
But what does that mean when I don’t feel you near

Help is on the way, help is on the way, the promises you gave me
Help is on the way for me