lyrics
And When I Look
Basic Dues
Crawling West
D Jam
In the Public’s space (public)
moves in the sand (It Did)
Rains and their waltzes
this is crass
And When I Look
by Mark S. Berglund Copyright 1995-2006
And when I look there is a hunger inside my soul
desires fire I cannot control
and sometimes I wish I could let it go
and get back on the right road
Once I had a feeling
a feeling that everything was one
but now I stand here all alone
my tears freeze as the rain turns to snow
and I wish that I didn't let it go
and gone down that inviting road
Sometimes I think
I think that maybe I've gone insane
and I've lost control of the reigns
when this stead keeps bringing me back here again
maybe this time I'll let it go
and get back on the unpaved road
I've lately had a dream
a dream of all people living on the other shore
where there is no pain nor desire anymore
everything is kind with compassion by the score
maybe sometime we'll all go
where there's a path and not a road.
In the Public’s space (public)
Music and Lyrics by Ronan Wilson
through stinging on your skin
noise across the den
lies to the ceiling
we’re all that vermin
past fake chatelaine high
and this polluted sky
mine is not desolate but it’s still desperate
or still desolate? still desolate? what is desolate?
and are they doomed right from the start?
as the sick defeats the heart
sad and forgotten, what it was lost in
Basic Dues
Music and Lyrics by Ronan Wilson
reaching heights
lives and lies
one glass door
thinking the worst
so she’ll be singing
now that all our countrymen are gone for good
the grey sheeves are rotten
but wish to be assembled there for good
and I’m consumed
it’s nothing
but basic dues
you said the routine was sound
I know it doesn’t seem profound appeasing you
ghosts of singers
the most affronting in obsess
they’re liar’s orders
seen to late to be confessed
Crawling West
Music and Lyrics by Ronan Wilson
brokered creep
love impatient under heat
crawling west with fingers bashing keys
petty seams
worth and culture underneath
those shaken lives, they’re peripheral sighs, behind her reach
a subtle gap becomes the gulf that’s almost wiped us clean
it’s feeling late and the barkers on the radio have faded
whatever years are left to kill can just
run their course and the motive to embrace them is remorse and
the stealing waft of difference is unjust
a subtle gap becomes the gulf that’s almost wiped us clean
moves in the sand (It Did)
Music and Lyrics by Ronan Wilson
The day now seems alright, as in made up
skies keep moving too, Mr. Pauvre
eyes don’t follow suit, don’t follow suit, just go ‘round the long way as some say
high wives, alright, Mr. Neighbour
my kid’s not dumb Mrs. Taylor
sure my hands are tied, my fun it died, sent ‘round the long way, she hadn’t stayed
Just park the car local Phayded
still one ‘i’ to dot Mr. Connaisse
this one’s on the boss, it’s just your loss, they couldn’t save you baby
somewhere in shade it’s lazy there’s my shoes there beside yours
The D Jam
Music and Lyrics by Ronan Wilson
in the west of a continent we’d like to stroke and pet
at the end of a time you squeezed to flush
adopting the talk of fasts and steady rocks, sunsets
burning what for you are palms or such
breaking the Spanish line of better fortunes, trust
to sleep in mountain saviour’s luck
her latest swift parade of blind neglect - it was innocent
but there’s no care for consequence
Rains and their waltzes
Music and Lyrics by Ronan Wilson
I know words won’t diminish your demons
You’re the one thing my mind’s up to speed on
So if the Ardoyne is burning or factories are churning out
Cheap little plastics I’ll rot
Ain’t it too bad that courage is honest?
And I hate that reality’s upon us
So as chances are drowned in some bottle in some town
Pasts no longer add up to much
But then one year can’t dwarf all the lot
You’re the only ambition I’ve got
Past sharp tones and glares to that point on the stairs
Each one’s knowing the other is lost
this is crass
Music and Lyrics by Ronan Wilson
another southeast somewhere copout case
wheezing starts the day
a daughter hints that he’s okay
of compassion in this space
a musket-waving alcoholic expat’s face
too old to start again
before she died he was a lucky man
beaten youth, but still so young
tattoos crawling for repentance and free space
your official let you down
where treading water is the sound
of desperation and its mess – just watch his breath
shrunken wounds, you insist, still endure
this is the backlash for neglect
the same as everything else
no more pandering guilt
All contents Copyright 2006 ad hoc
Where the Garden Grows
prayin, weighin, sayin it's ok man
cryin, tryin finally realizin what I must do.
and I can't tell you a thing, but I know (that I don't know)
they say "know" when I want to get to where the garden grows in the melting snow
only say "wo" in the meltin snow
seein is believin and I believe in what I be
is all around us, flows within us, but it is hard to discuss just what it is
and I can't tell you a thing, but I know (that I don't know)
they say "know" when I want to get to where the garden grows in the melting snow
only say "wo" in the meltin snow
today's the day, there's always the Way
live and love all and the joy will stay
so drop the guns, life it should be fun
we're only waiting till we realize we are...Â
waiting till we realize we are...
waiting till we realize we are one.
