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Bless The Haymaker
{by Ryan Voss}
A new day buds and I’m still breathin’
I’ll rise and shine, just waiting for a reason
I feel altitude sickness watching you brave the mountains high
But through my blisters and bloodshot vision, you’re a sight for sore eyes
I’m a tad weary of this bitter chill and the storm in the brew
Not that it matters to you
I’ve the get-up-and-go to push up a few flowers
Pour coffee in me and I’m gold for another hour
Not quite sure where your head is, but I know it’s somewhere I should be
And it goes without saying you’re far more pleasing to the eye than me
These black days will see their curtain fall, our hunger will keep us alive
For now, you go ahead and drive
Haymaker,
Your sun is still shining
Haymaker,
I see the cloud’s silver lining
Storm-breaker,
May the road rise to your spinning wheels
Your song is how love should feel
Depression is a subtle beast of burdens
It’s tricky navigation that I’m still learnin’
But I sing rejoice in your tune, no matter the weather’s face
Your inspiration is my rocket fuel, carries me to the edge of space
No time for our spirits to rest with a universe to wander
And I see you got another song there…
Haymaker,
Your sun is always shining
Haymaker,
I see the cloud’s silver lining
Day-breaker,
May the music always be your axe to grind
I won’t be far behind
We’re the gods of each day’s climax
Come the dawn, it’s on again
Right now, the sun shines on these body clocks
One day. it’ll be ‘remember when’
The days are coming up roses,
‘Cause your hands have planted them
Come, let us bask in this garden…
It’s still hard not to wake up in a somber mood
The human race is sick in it’s social solitude
But cynicism seems to melt away with your voice in the air
I’m lifted high by your Irish tongue,
and it’s not so bad up here
The songs carry the world’s weight,
but there’s hope in this damaged ball
Remember why we fall…
Haymaker,
Your sun is always shining
Haymaker,
I see the cloud’s silver lining
Day-maker,
May your solace be in each song you find
I’m with you this time
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Shabby
{by Ryan Voss}
Stop lookin’ at me like I escaped from the zoo,
I could make the same case about you
Quit glarin’ at me like I surfaced through some ooze,
Let's see you walk a mile in my shoes
You’re giving me the finger as a chorus of banshees linger
Spreading vicious, infantile rumors
Blessed are the meek, you’re just the story of the week,
Another average insecure baby-boomer
I’m moving in the right direction
I carry the dirt of the ages on my back
Failure of your society,
Or compensation for all you lack?
So sorry that you’re underwhelmed
It’s not such a crushing blow
Another one here in a sea of faces
That you’ll never, never really know
You’re getting quite pissy, I’m just here, existing
And since when did you own the sidewalk?
This scene endures your meddling, but I won’t be back-peddling
Go find another ear to corrupt with your talk
You’ve made some nice gestures & words best left censored
You kiss your mother with that mouth?
Quite the big-bang,
Momentum like a boomerang
Coming back to everything in yourself that you doubt
I’ll rise with the right stimulation
I may not have the right credentials on my person
Blame it on my mental illness
A mind that thinks sideways for some reason
So sorry you’re disappointed
Actually I couldn’t care less
You give migraines to aspirin
Now watch me finish this
Behold the big boom
In this tiny little room
Makin' all the near-do-wells quiver
Today you succeed
Some future headline might read:
'All that swagger and they can't deliver!'
I'm hittin' prime-time,
Even if my shoes don't shine
I'm coming up steadily
I'm shabby in my garment
But gold in my content
And I think this rock is ready
Yeah, I think this rock is ready
I think this rock is ready
I think this rock is ready…
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The 19th Gorgon
04:14
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The 19th Gorgon
{by Ryan Voss}
Ghosts of the petrified
Where she casts her evil eye
The cacophony of days of old
Trails off...
Poison in the wind and whispers
Her grip on all that walks or slithers
All the king's horses and knights fold,
They crumble, crumble…
I see dancers with no tunes
Skipping to sing-songs in thought-balloons
Sinking further in their padded rooms,
With crestfallen faces
Breathing deep in the gloom gathered
Like clucking chickens with ruffled feathers
Home to roost in uncertain weather,
With the basilisk, and he’s smiling
The Gorgon shadows everyone with a spark of life
Young or old, any color in the cold quenches her appetite
No man-made steel or wit can penetrate her skin
Mother Gaea,
Pray, take your daughter back again
Orange-haired red king on the hillside,
The people’s spoils expand his waste-line,
Cares not but for his thrown come the changing tides,
Should the castle turn to blue
Faint-praising speeches with all the wrong words
Divisions help to thin the herd
So many fools at the throats of the experts,
No Gods to intervene, huddled masses for her feed
The Gorgon shadows everyone with a spark of life
Young or old, any color in the cold quenches her appetite
No man-made steel or wit can penetrate her skin
Mother Gaea,
Take this cruel daughter back again
Earth returns to natural wonders
While humans lock themselves into bunkers
Awaiting the return of summer
And nightmare’s end
Ghosts of the petrified
Beware her wrath or its your demise
For now, just stay inside,
Till the weather clears
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