a song for sammie

Roxy: the tragic beauty queen


i looked out the window yesterday morning
there she stood, across the street, face buried in her hands
i tried to reach through,break the glass, she seemed so forlorn
such despair was in her eyes, and she thinks no one understands
i thought, "maybe i if i could get to her, it would all be ok"
i thought, "maybe if i could hold her, the pain would decay"
feeling helpless is the worst feeling you can have
alongside with hopelessness and fear, like a burning salve
i saw in her eyes all of this pain all at once
it was painfull to see this, it weighed down on her, maybe a ton

a ton of bricks could fall on me before i stopped caring, though
whatever she goes through, i'll be by her side, half a world away
wondering what it is i can do for her, is there any way to show?
my admiration and love for the tragic beauty queen will never fade

but just when i think all is lost, a glimmer of hope arises
i see her smiling, outside the window in the park across the street
as is shes been presented with a thousand cheerful surpises
her eyes widen up and she is happpy again, her face shines, what a treat!
she bounces around the place as if some dormant beast has awaykened
a beast that she kept locked up, the reaon she's been aching

i looked out the window today in excitement
but there she stood, across the street, arms around Him
i guess when he reached out, the glass bent
i am happy for her though, no more dispair is within
i thought, "maybe i'll wait for her, itll be ok"
i thought, "maybe i'll hold her, just once, one day"
feeling helpless is the worst feeling you can feel
i am feeling this now, ive lost my tragic beauty queen
i see now in her eyes so much joy, no more pain
maybe i can have that one day, one day ill have her again

a song for marcie

Marcela Played the Record All Day Long





Some times it's hard to understand
What did God have in mind? what is his plan?
Then other times it's so easy to see
why he did what he did, why he made what he made
If you looked in the mirror, you could, very easily
Know what I mean. Like a victola is played,
Very graceful, very beautiful, very neat
A treasure, something intimidating, yet oh so sweet

inside the little mansion made of paper
marcela played the record all day long
she waits pateintly for her prince to come and save her
marcela played the record all day long

There is something undiscovered here though
You've puzzled me, made me try and ponder
This talent, this gift, that comes from the center of your soul
The ability to make anyone smile, no matter where they wander
You lie perfectly still, figure as smooth as plastic
A mind as sharp as your personality, you float through the room
Giving attention to everyone, as is you were carrying us all in your womb

inside the little mansion made of glass
marcela played the record all day long
awating her prince to get off his lazy ass
marcela played the record all day long

The women idolise her, and the men objectify her
All I want is to hold her all day, to love and worship her
She is all I ever wanted, she is the reason that I live
My pretty porcelain doll, and there's nothing I wouldn't give
To be with her night and day, just to look into her eyes
Tell her she's beautiful and she's the only one i admire
Hoping against hope though, to actually see her one day
Some times she seems so close, but i cannot get to her, I'm afraid

inside the little mansion made of love
marcela played the record all day long
awaiting her prince to come from above
marcela played the record all day long
she waits and watches, but will he come? she waits all day long...

a song for erica

decided to go double issue on this one, you can catch it at mogg.blogspot.com as well..

Chewing on the hands
this bed is cold these days
everyone knows why this is
but do you realise this phase
iits not just a temporary wish
this feeling i have will last i bet
(tick) time just stands still like its set
(tock) to torment me it seems, it seems

this is all of no consequence
ill wait as long as i have to
but non of this makes any sense
ill wait as long as i have to


im already tired of waiting for you
ive found ways to pass through the days
but i cannot stay occupied, trying to keep cool
i lose it everytime my mind gets lost in your gaze
i get shaky and i start to salivate
(tick) a taste that perfectly fits my plate
(tock) you torment me it seems, it seems

this is all of no consequence
ill wait as long as i have to
but maybe its starting to make sense
ill wait as long as i have to

round and round in a cirlce they go
these things that kill my mind, slowly so
my enemies, yet i cant return their deed
i only hope that they'd speed up, hear my plea
patience is a virtue but ive never been
(tick) one to follow along with the laws of men
(tick...) they torment me, i know it

faced the problem and the consequence
tired of waiting for you
it all makes such perfect sense
and im tired of waiting for you

Upon Rummaging Through Some Belongings

Your Picture Won't Talk Back to me



I love you...... I love you! .... I LOVE YOU!!!
Just once I'd like to hear these words back from you (you too)
I talk and stare and stare and talk, but still no response from you
What makes you think you can treat me like that?
What makes you think you can ignore me?
Remember, if you give me a tit, i give a tat
But no tit, no tat, not even a sneeze, I just don't believe
That you won't talk back to me

I know why you shatn there perfectly still
With those beautiful eyes, and looks that kill (literally)
But with all of the effort I put into getting to you,
You could at least acknowlegde that I'm there
And I can tell you one thing, thes love? It's true
I wish I could make you love me, make you care
But since when are you so lifeless?! so silent?! so small!?
Can you just say something? so I know you're listening at all?