~it very nearly breaks my heart~
~every time my brother goes to prison~
~the first time was the worst~
~he had a wife & baby son on the outside~
~we were young & I wondered~
~how he would survive that place~
~face the days alone in that crowded cage~
~all our lives I failed to protect my little brother~
~I wrote songs about how he must feel~
~sent him a couple bucks when I could~
~for zoom-zooms & wham-whams in the joint~
~sang my heart out in the band~
~the songs started out like this~

~A Vanishing Face~

~if truth were a sparrow & I learned to fly~
~I would never again walk to catch a lie~
~if moments were forever & days could be years~
~love was a rainbow & happiness fear~
~I would drown in a moment of fear every day~
~color my love with your smile & say~
~I love you today & yesterday too~
~only tomorrow will know what to do~
~I’ll hate you never, love’s kindling feeds the flame~
~I’ll always hear whispers of your sweet name~

~my clothes may be ragged, these shoes may be worn~
~my shirt may need washed, these underwear torn~
~only the sparrow knows of the seed~
~dropped down from heaven, our love to feed~
~clothes do not matter, the heart tells the tale~
~success is not beautiful to those who fail~
~my love & your love, two hearts as one~
~summertime breezes, summertime sun~
~remembering touching, the softness was real~
~no words to express how it made me feel~

 
~blue eyes turned hazy, a vanishing face~
~I reach out in vain to be back in that place~
~I don t really blame you, these bars I can’t climb~
~& I’ll never forget the last time~
~no, I’ll never forget the last time~

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Flesh from Ashes

 
 
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~from the Shadow Danse album~Bloodline~
~a vision of winter reflected in the eyes of age~
~the guitarist on this album is my son Tommy~I write and sing the words~
~he remembers them~I don’t~yet he refuses to sing~I hear his voice~
~like an echo of my own when we play~I’ve never actually caught him singing~
~in addition to the guitar work~
~he does all the mixing down a & finessing our work in his studio~
~as a father & creative man myself~I am enthralled at his genius~
~when I first heard this recording I thought he had mixed~
a harmony track of my own voice into the chorus~
~my daughter advised me~don’t tell him but no~
the voice harmonizing with yours is his~he finally did some singing~
~(I knew he could)~ but not in front of dad~

~Cold Winter Eyes~

~she gets up every morning~
~she drinks a cup of coffee~
~there’s a face inside the mirror ~
~and a thousand broken pieces~
~the cold moon surely freezes~
~all hope attends the rainbow~
~and life just passes by~
~cold winter eyes~
~cold winter eyes~

~she’s had some kids and husbands~
~they send her cards and pictures~
~lots of letters full of kisses ~
~she reads between the lines~
~the darkness comes upon her~
~as she turns the empty pages~
~and her heart is cold as ice~ 
~cold winter eyes~
~cold winter eyes~

~there’s a cold cold cup of coffee~
~and an old and broken mirror~
~and a pile of worthless ashes~
~where once there was a fire~
~and the spirit is the reason~
~what sad and broken angel~
~whose wings will never fly~
~cold winter eyes~
~cold winter eyes~

~la la la la la la~
~la la la la la la~
~la la la la la la~
~la la la and la~
~ah ah ah ah ah~
~ah ah ah ah ah~
~oh oh oh oh oh~
~cold winter eyes~
~cold winter eyes~

~when death stands in the doorway~
~all promises are broken~
~and the shadow of a woman~
~living in the mirror~
~and the cold moon surely freezes~
~as she cries into the winter~
~and the tears freeze in her eyes~
~cold winter eyes~
~cold winter eyes~
 

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