Builders and Breakers

The builder builds,
The breaker breaks,
when the good times falter,
the whole world shakes.

The builder builds,
but the breaker they'll be,
as the breakers turn rubble
into something to see.

As time beats on,
the rubble gets larger,
with each new structure
on the bones of the martyrs.

There are builders that stopped,
built once and then stayed.
There are breakers unceasing,
the torn and betrayed.

but most of the builders
will break in their time,
as the breakers will build,
and their hearts they will mime.

This cycle, this hell,
is just self-inflicted.
It's the pursuit of what's better,
that's left them conflicted.

Each breaker must face
their own batch of rubble,
each builder endures
their own breed of trouble.

It's karmatic at times
this beauty and torture
the builders and breakers
in states of pure torpor.

But the builders and breakers,
together it seems
are really just trying
to chase down their dreams.

They just can't be sure
of what nobody knows.
Is happiness discovered,
or does it just grow?

The builders will build,
together, each stone.
But the breakers keep breaking,
though they work just alone.

In time, fear not breakers,
you'll build once again.
But think hard on ye builders,
of what can be round the bend.

Counting

I was counting the days I had left
to get me away from you
Now I'm counting the days I have until
my counting days are through.

If you have the time,
I'll count for you
the times I'd loved you so

If you have the time,
I'll count for you
the reasons you made me go.

I was counting the times
again and again
praying I counted wrong.
but while I was counting
the world was shouting
that you strung me right along.

And I'm tired of counting the times
So damn tired of counting the ways
I'm tired of sitting here wondering when
I'll be tired of counting the days.

I hate you and I love you
It's a sorry thought to think
I think of why I'm thinking,
till I'm thirsty, needing drink.

So maybe it's the whiskey
and maybe it's the wine.
Maybe I've just grown up
or maybe it's just time.

But I'm counting the nights I lie awake,
not a thought to think but you.
Still counting the ways
I've said to myself
It's worth what we've been through.

To Whom it May Concern

I sure don't know your name,
and I doubt we'll ever meet.
But from surely short hair,
Your rugged life and the boots probably on your feet.

I'm writing you today,
To tell you about your girl,
To tell you what she loves,
So you treat her like a pearl.

To whom it may concern,
It's about time you've learned.
That the woman you're with was mine not long ago.
You need to buy her flowers,
not roses they're cliche.
You should take her out to dinners,
but sometimes let her pay.
She likes to dance on Friday nights,
Make sure to give her a twirl,
Better straight up now,
You're seeing my ol' girl.

I'm sure you've learned by now,
She like her drinks made real hard,
And if you start to think her sister's pretty,
Don't you ever play that card.

She like little gifts on her sadder days,
Anything's good, best hand made.
She'll always want to go out to eat,
on the days that you've been paid.

To whom it may concern,
It's about time you've learned,
That the woman you're with was mine not long ago.
She loves to hold your hand,
She's showing you around
She loves to look at puppies
When you pass the local pound.
She likes to dance on Friday nights,
Make sure to give her a twirl,
Better straight up now,
You're seeing my ol' girl.

She loves a lot of things,
But loving her's the key.
If you slip up there,
you'll end up just like me.

There's certain things you should not do
No sleeping around,
Don't dip or chew.
Make sure you tell her often what she means.

To whom it may concern,
It's about time that you've learned,
That the woman you're with was mine not long ago.
I hope this letter finds you well,
And the message in it too.
I messed up hard,
Cause these were things I didn't do.
Listen here and you'll do just fine.
And always do what's right,
You'll keep my girl,
Just remember friday night.

The Story of Opportunity

There he stood,

the Cliff of Opportunity,

thinking he should jump,

to be who he wants to be.

Living like a bang,

leaving like a whimper now.

Proving he's not talk,

proving that he knows just how.

So, he packed the truck and he went away.

Moving towards his future,

making his great getaway.

He burned the bridge, ran from the flame.

Hiding all his matches,

wishing he could hide the shame.

But it lives with him

like it lives with you and me.

No matter what we do

we'll be just what we'll be.

There he sits,

the Land of Opportunity,

proud that he jumped

living like he wants to be.

Meeting all the folks
living like a bang again,
but he has no one
truly he would call a friend.

But he held his ground and stayed his hand,
fighting towards his future,
wishing it had gone to plan.
And he worked as hard as he thought he could,
smiling through the sadness,
doing what he thought he should.

But it lives with him

like it lives with you and me.

No matter what we do

we'll be just what we'll be.

There he lies,
the goal of Opportunity,
teaching how he jumped,
telling of the sights he's seen.

A life he filled with friends,
but one that he wished was there.
He wished near every day,
to see her with her shinning hair.

So he packed the truck and he went away,
returning to his past,
fighting for the words to say.
He'd find the words and what to do,
he'd tell her that he loved her,
wishing he had thought things through;

That it lives with him

like it lives with you and me.

No matter what he does

he'll be just what he'll be.

There they stood,
the River of Opportunity,
wishing there's a way
to cross over the raging stream.

He saw her standing there
wishing she could hear him shout
though he tried to reach her
he realized that the bridge was out.

Always More

Hell was in my path
though I'd yet to meet my fate.
Churning,
burning,
yearning for escape.

And though I'd seen its face,
I soon would catch its wake;
it'd been but some time
but the devil'd get his take.

Darkness is so close,
though I'd yet to leave the light.
Squirming,
turning,
learning how to fight.

And at the tipping point,
when I thought I won the war,
I was turned around again,
and only saw there's more.

We'll See

MAN FALLS IN LEAP OF FAITH
- -
Escaped death with only organ damage;
Vows never to leap again.

Hard to Leave

It's so hard to leave
as you're cryin' on my sleeve,
but it's about damn time I commit a crime
and do what's best for me.

I didn't think you'd take it hard
when I said goodbye to you,
but now that the time has come around,
It's so much worse to do.

Ever since I...

I took a walk,
ooh you took a run
and we started to have some fun.
I looked at you,
you looked at me
and you're the only thing I wanted to see.

Life is so long, baby,
or it's short as you let it be.
I've got to find my purpose here,
got a lot of things left to see.

Why are we running around,
pretending this is something new?
We have know, now, for so very long
This is what I had to do.

but now I recall...

 I took a walk,
ooh you took a run
and we started to have some fun.
I looked at you,
you looked at me
and you're the only thing I wanted to see.

I'm scared, it's true, I'll tell ya,
to be there all alone.
but I know you'll be there too,
in spirit or on the phone.

I know I'll be okay, baby.
I've done this once before.
But you have changed things, maybe.
Left me wanting for something more.

Ever since...

I took a walk,
ooh you took a run
and we started to have some fun.
I looked at you,
you looked at me
and you're the only thing I wanted to see.

Now I may have just been drinking,
or pissed when we had that kiss.
but when I'm thinking later,
It's that kiss I'm gonna miss.

I'm still so sure of my choice,
'cause it's what I've got to do...
but the adventure just isn't feeling good,
when I'm adventuring without you.

'cause I know...

I took a walk,
ooh you took a run
and we started to have some fun.
I looked at you,
you looked at me
and you're the only thing I wanted to see.

and it's so hard to leave,
as I'm crying on your sleeve.
It's a scary time, as I commit a crime,
and do what's best for me.

I Believe

We live each day

just like the last.
We look ahead 

and reflect on the past.

We move, we groove, 

to a reggae beat,
We hear of Jah 

as we move our feet.

Did he bring you here,

just for me?
Was there a plan, 

were you meant to be?


What is it we're here to do?
Who am I and who are you?
I don't know about deities,
but I believe you and I believe in me.
Faith or love or chance or fate,
I've no need to deliberate.

Ohhhh...

We're the future I want to see
because I believe in you and I believe in me.


There's strength in hope, 

strength in love.
Just like strength 

in faith above.

Be strong, be good, 

be just, be right,
just be you, 

and we'll walk in light.

You've changed my life, 

changed my world.
Such a thing, 

for such a girl.

What is it we're here to do?
Who am I and who are you?
I don't know about deities,
but I believe you and I believe in me.

Faith or love or chance or fate,
I've no need to deliberate.

Faith or love or chance or fate,

I can still appreciate.

We're the future I want to see

because I believe in you and I believe in me.

Lover's Blood Revisited

Vincent the Vaquero liked to speak in twisted tongues.
He'd ridden through the harshest lands, and drank his nights away,
He was solemn, he was wise, he was always on the run.
Vincent was a man that had nothing to make him stay.

He could shoot a gun as fast as light
but was never a one to pick a fight.
Vincent was a man of words,
though seldom was he heard.

Sara Roja's beauty was known throughout the land
she rode to town alone, a rarity for a gem.
She thought upon her loss, thought about her latest man.
She mostly thought about what could have been of them.

For love is fickle and love is mean.We live and die, no in-between.
The dusty roads were harsh at best
not where, but when was love's real test.
In fear of sickness, death or crime,
All they had to face was time.
But if a lover's blood is really true,it's just not hard to do.

Sara's man rode away,
Sara knew she couldn't stay
She's a lover who was now alone
and it chilled her to her bone.

Vince arrived at the bar, to quench his cowboy's thirst
He saw the red-haired Sara and fell for her at sight.
He planned to ride away with her, but settled to talk first.
Vincent rolled a cigarette and asked her for a light.

Sara Roja would oblige
as he looked her in the eyes
they played a game,
they shared their shames.
they danced and danced
and then romanced
They awoke
and Sara spoke
She had fun
but had to run
She knew she hadta get away
for the lover's price she couldn't pay.

For love is fickle and love is mean.
We live and die, no in-between.
The dusty roads were harsh at best
not where, but when was love's real test.
In fear of sickness, death or crime,
All they had to face was time.
But if a lover's blood is really true,
it's just not hard to do.

Vincent the Vaquero was one who roamed around,
but he swore he'd never leave this town, unless she shot him dead.
when Sara Roja left him he was the lowest kind of down.
A man that longed for no one, felt empty in his bed.

Sara was the one to ride
She had to find somewhere to hide
She knew she couldn't love this man,
It wasn't part of her great plan.

Roja was a wicked wreck for about a month or two.
It was hard to be alone when you're falling for a guy.
At her point of breaking she knew what she had to do,
so she saddled up and rode for him in the dark, western sky.

For love is fickle and love is mean.
We live and die, no in-between.
The dusty roads were harsh at best
not where, but when was love's real test.
In fear of sickness, death or crime,
All they had to face was time.
But if a lover's blood is really true,
it's just not hard to do.

Vincent lied, then he cried
and he felt like he could've died
but life moved on at lover's pace
and he was first to win the race.

Vincent stayed in town like he promised that he would.
The lust that had engulfed him, had vanished in the air.
He fought in many battles because he knew that he could.
No bullet could kill this man, so fighting wasn't fair.

She approached him in the bar
He was drunk, and felt the scar.
He told her he'd moved along
As he heard his mortal song.

**instrumental**

Sara Roja shot him down, so he'd finally be free again
Vincent said he loved her when he realized what he'd done
Vincent couldn't feel the burn like he'd seen in other men.
Sara cried "I've killed him" as she dropped the smoking gun.

"Bullets cannot kill me,
but my mistake I finally see."
He embraced her in a final bliss
as Vincent gave her one last kiss.

The hole in his chest swelled as Vince began to bleed.
Sara held him tight as he fell down in the mud.
The whole town whimpered at the viewing of this mortal deed.
The bullet couldn't kill him, but he drowned in lover's blood.

For love is fickle and love is mean.
We live and die, no in-between.
The dusty roads were harsh at best
not where, but when was love's real test.
In fear of sickness, death or crime,
All they had to face was time.
But if a lover's blood is really true,
it's just not hard to do.

Finally, Vincent died.
Sara Roja forever cried.
All because a lover lied.
it's true that love can never hide.

The bullet didn't kill him, but he drowned in lover's blood.
The only thing that killed Vincent was his lover's blood.

Gainesville Saturday Night

There's beer on the floor
door to door, from the long pour
natty light, crazy night
gonna raise some hell tonight
Jack black on the rack,
bring a girl, catch the flak

Gainesville Saturday night

Midtown, no frown
high-rollin, coke n' crown
Fuck Grog, salty dog,
stumble past the synagogue.
Go to fats for the cats
sluts in their habitats

Gainesville Saturday night

And we're all here cause we know it all together,
That win or lose and in all kinds of weather.
Orange and blue, and me and you,
we all know we've gotta do:
let's live it up.... like its Gainesville... Saturday...

...nightime, daytime,
'quila shots, salt and lime.
GPD, UPD,
siren's coming after me
Go to jail, make bail
mugshot's emailed.

Gainesville Saturday night

Ginnie Springs, spring flings
feelin like a bunch of kings
Swamphead, Dead heads,
Casino cruise, all on red.
Wake up, bake up,
Sundaze, shake up.

After...
Gainesville Saturday night

And we're all here cause we know it all together,
That win or lose and in all kinds of weather.
Orange and blue, and me and you,
we all know we've gotta do:
let's live it up.... like its Gainesville... Saturday... Night.