Cabochon ======== The circles within circles Life millions of year before Seas weakened into shore Organisms turned to stone The pattern was Spinning around Swirling around Cemented down Force, press, down; Heat. constrict Pressurized from the weight Mass evolves into design See how the opalescent hue shines See how it shines The pattern is Spinning around Swirling around It's been cemented down

Silence ====== Silence Overflowed by emptiness In music it rests Psychological test Deafening at best An empty nest All other senses incensed An ancient film - A cup filled to the top with nothing Without sound - An absence of mention The oblivion Of the forgotten - The silent masses An instrument untouched Awaiting the fatal tone That will shatter The silence

Buca ==== From your mouth Invisible clown lips move One and the same The restaurant and his stage name Beppo, Beppo... Beppo___ Glimpse the obsession Then hide the regression There are already plans in place In the basement Innocent eater At lunch from his job I am witness to the horror A hit from an imagined mob From his mouth Soft words Before the shouting began He never even ran Beppo, Beppo... Beppo___ Blood, wine or tomato sauce, No one can distinguish the three You'd better have another drink To look again and see If what you think you saw Was really what you thought you saw And if it was all really true ("Raow") Glimpse the aggression That led to the transgression All could see the plan taking place In the basement From their mouths Lips shape the words That cannot begin to tell Just how far This clown Fell__

New Mold ======== The track runs in a figure-eight Condemned to another lap To see before your eyes The chemistry that fills the gap Every day I face this attack But it's time to expose an unseen fact Do you suppose that you know How it flows? But I can shift the beat, And let it repeat, Regardless of the color of my meat The beat is in the mind Where you find You bind your very soul To a pole of fear - You could raise the bar, but you make it a spear One of us becomes our very dear Stereotypes of old No one race can hold the deed on soul So get out of the hole Of the racist mole Time to sculpt a brand new mold The figure-eight continues on Exhausted, you run beyond Of all of the unknown Strength that you tap As you hope for another lap The track runs in a figure-eight Condemned to another lap To see before your eyes The chemistry that fills the gap You suppose that you know How it flows? But I can shift the beat, And let it repeat, Regardless of the color of my meat The beat is in the mind Where you find You bind your very soul To a pole of fear - You could raise the bar, but you make it a spear The figure-eight continues on Exhausted, you run beyond Every day I face this attack But flip it around, And here it comes back

Men Of Steel =========== If the telephone rings at 3am You know it's trouble Your stuff is always ready You're out the door in minutes You know someone is threatening To jump off your bridge Men of steel they're called Men of steel they're called Rivet wrestlers Cowboys in the sky... We're the only ones Dumb enough to do it, In fact we're the only ones With enough equipment, Knowledge of the bridge, And courage to go over the rail Men of steel they're called Men of steel they're called Rivet wrestlers Cowboys in the sky... (Raga) If you're an iron worker on the Golden Gate Bridge and the telephone rings at 3am, you know it's trouble. You know someone is threatening to jump off your bridge. Your stuff is always ready; you're out the door in minutes. If you aren't too late, you climb out onto the cold steel and try to talk some lost soul off the beam or wrestle him or her to safety. Many suicide attempts are impulsive; lives can be salvaged. But if you fail, if the person jumps into that bottomless fog, "there's no describing how helpless you feel," says Ken Hopper, a Golden Gate Bridge iron-worker for 17 years. Men of called, they're called. They fix and maintain the world's most amazing tinker-toy. But, what qualifies these rivet-wrestlers to perform the delicate psychological task of suicide prevention? "We're the only ones dumb enough to do it," says Hopper, a bear of a guy with a bushy mustache and a sensitive side. In fact, they're the only ones with enough equipment, knowledge of the bridge, and courage to go over the rail. Suicide rescue duty is voluntarily, but the bridge's iron-workers all take their turns. Sometimes a police psychologist will be at the scene, more often the rescuers are on their own. "Suicide prevention experts have come to give us seminars," Hopper says. "They talk to these people on the phone. We deal with them face to face." Often a would-be jumper is locked in a private mental zone and the trick is to get his or her attention. Some tricks that have worked: "Hey, if you're going to jump, at least give me your mom's phone number so i can call her to tell her."; "That's a nice watch, if you're going to jump, can i have it?" Sometimes all it takes is the voice of a human who cares: "Look, I've been through some hard times myself. I know it's possible to get help." Hopper estimates he's rescued about 30 people, and lost three. The losses haunt him. Hopper once talked down an 18 year old college student. The next morning, while at a press conference to announce a new bridge suicide prevention program, the same teenager walked back onto the bridge and jumped. Another time, Hopper arrived at a rescue just in time to see a man fling his two year old daugher off the bridge, and then jump, himself. "Once in a great while," Hopper says, "one of the guys will get a note from someone they talked down. It's a treasure; it's like gold." Usually there's no follow-up, no closure. Hopper says that's a sore spot; you help save a life, he says, you become involved in that life. A few years ago, it all got to be too much for Hopper. He had his name removed from the rescue call list and underwent therapy. As soon as he felt like he had a handle on things again, he put his name back on the list. "It got to the point, it was more difficult NOT to do it."

Turned Around ============ Face the coming light No path to be found The sun in your eyes No matter which way you turn You've lost your head Turned around Chase the sunset Confused in twilight Caught in the headlights Shadows in your eyes Afraid in the dark Turned around Find north Understand The unevenness Of land Feel your body sinking Under grains of sand Floating - Searching - For any shore to land Find your way A path on the ground When time delivers The full daylight And the world keeps on spinning Living - Turning 'round

Mudpuddle ========= You stay long after The rain has gone In the depression In the ground The collector of water You take in the world No life you sustain Only the mud underneath All it takes is a ripple To remove the illusion Of the reflection Of the living world Always the decay of filth Under the sheen of surface You are forced to tread In the space between

Deadline ======== I've gotta make my deadline Or I'm dead meat on a line Lost, in search of a sign The hidden piece I cannot find I've got no time for waitin' In this never-ending line (and that's just the beginning) Can't find a helping hand Drownin' in this barren land So much for my plans A millionth time to begin again Everywhere I see my hourglass Runnin' low on sand Either way, it's not right Slowly you'll start to feel You'll fall out of sight Nightmares fill my sleep I need to unwind Then I wake up to find I've wasted so much precious time I'm closer than ever To my deadline It's been the eleventh hour, For about an entire hour I don't have the time For this standin' still line Heart in search for signs The peace inside I cannot find 'Til I'm dead meat on a line But, did I make my deadline?

Fade ==== As we walk, I feel the grip of your hand A breeze takes along the cool air The sunlight slips from the end of land Still there's something more here Listen, as the sound decays Even the most vibrant things will fade Over the water comes a beautiful strain It attaches inside and becomes ingrained A beauty so powerful, it causes pain Sound so true, how can it wane? The day is at its close As for tomorrow, it never knows Take in the beauty of the rose All you can before it goes Listen, as the sound decays Even the most vibrant things will fade Time to travel the rest of the road But, with two together, there's more shade Even when we feel the weight of the load Still the glow on the inside is what should never fade...

Upon The Dull Earth (4/4/8) ====================== Time Out of joint The cosmic puppets The crack in space Eye In the sky The penultimate truth We can build you Counter-clock world A maze of death Flow my tears, The policeman said -confessions- Of a crap artist Dr. Bloodmoney The man in the high castle The unteleported man Martian Time slip Now wait For last year Solar lottery -do androids dream Of electric sheep?

Invaders Retreat ============== Like a cat With a mouse You think it's yours, But it's not Intruding on the space Invaders retreat Invaders retreat Like a snake With a rock You think it's yours, But it's not Crowding all the space Invaders retreat Invaders retreat Like a boy With a box You think it's yours, but it's not.

None that stuck

Intuit ===== I want you to see inside I want to see if you mind I want you deep inside Then I'll know you're mine Everyone wants to know what it's like To have someone who can crawl up Inside up into your head I want you to look inside I want to show you my mind I want to let you inside So you'll know you're mine Be my twin, Someone that I'll let in Read my mind Read my mind See inside See my mind

3:30 ==== (Tina as LInus the Cat): Now I've got to look through these Long tall things that sway - back and forth Where's my window? (Patrick as the observer): Sometimes People are having fun And it sounds like they're fighting And then you look out And everything's fine - Thought I was hearing one ting Just hearing another (T) Hey you.. (P) Hey! (T) So... (P) so what? (T) What's goin' on? (P) Just getting my... shit together (T) Are you ready to hear what he said? (P) Just one minute... No, go ahead (Fuck!) (T) Are you ok? (P) Yeah - I'm ok - thanks. Sorry. Now I'm ready- - (T) Ok. ------ (T) I'm trying to drink... (P) Why? (T) To drink a LOT - But it's hard... Hard to drink Too... full this way... (P) (oh) What am i THINKING? - Did you .... want this back? (T) No... I'm good.

Notion ===== There is a line__ Although it seems blurred Just where is it drawn? Which way will it drift? Repair the rift, but revere the ravine? Some things are not Sensible to me... A person's energy Blanket of security Information in weave The power of a notion The backdrop deceives Static has a feel The strongest bond is as fragile as Paper thin glass Some things you hear - Some things are real - The backdrop's energy The power of a notion Blanket in weave The security of information A person deceives There is a line Although it seems curved Trying to cross an ocean Searching for a notion Trying to cross a notion Searching for an ocean Blanket of energy A person's security Weave of information The backdrop deceives The power of a notion

No Creature Feature ================ No feature Will be shown tonight No creature Will come from the ocean now No story tonight is told Of the smart, lucky and bold No cities destroyed Projector unemployed No costume Can hide the beast inside But volume Can drown out their ugly sound No teacher Will be shown what's right No preacher Will be thrown to the ocean now What's seen as an image Has something underneath Will the scene be taken From right beneath your feet?

Coldwater ======== Sometime in early night Crossing town They approached the light Everything seems all right It turned green, thay didn't have a clue Without looking both ways They started through Everything seems all right The other cars were sitting tight Everybody knows She runs the lights Everything seemed all right...

Master Of All Rationalizations ======================= For lunch he gets an hour Usually at the diner's lunch counter Heart-smart platter between the silver Fattening fare, yet he cares about food But today having cake and eating it too Insert the right thoughts In your head Make sure those thoughts Don't follow you to bed Starts housework when she returns from work Always makes sure there's coffee to perk There with a smile, never a smirk Everyone says she's such a nice girlfriend They don't know violence is waiting at night's end But the world's a better place As long as your head's in the right space If you have all the answers to the questions Then you're the master of all rationalizations He sits at his desk while others preserve order Dreams of his golf game where he beats his brother He must be president of something or other Translates the language of corporations But he's the master of all rationalizations Insert the right filter In front of the lens Prepare for the litter When the daydream ends

Upon The Dull Earth (4/4/8) ====================== Time Out of joint The cosmic puppets The crack in space Eye In the sky The penultimate truth We can build you Counter-clock world A maze of death Flow my tears, The policeman said -confessions- Of a crap artist Dr. Bloodmoney The man in the high castle The unteleported man Martian Time slip Now wait For last year Solar lottery -do androids dream Of electric sheep?

Graphic Heart 5/13/8 =================== You rip out my heart You throw it on the ground It lies there in the dirt We both look down at it Is it still beating? Can you play / the part? Or do you aim / the dart? Will you create the art, Or tear / apart My graphic heart? I staged a stand off today But no one came Held my heart for ransom trade But no one paid You asked / for / a raincheck But it's supposed / to rain / tomorrow Wonder if / all that water Will wash away / my sorrow? It beats in your hands Red drops in the dirt Without making demands You ask for my hurt We both look down at it It's out of the cage This graphic heart Do you aim / the dart? Can you play / the part? Will you create the art Or tear / apart My graphic heart Do you create the dart? Play the art? Aim the part? Torn at the start The two sides, one part Out of its cage This graphic heart

Thud ===== Out in the new world Everything is so big Unaware of danger You cross over the bridge Do you think it's a good idea To stop and look over the edge? If you fall for me, will you land on your feet? Peering down below It doesn't look so far The place I want to be How is it to be there? Only the sweetest spot on Earth As long as I'm in your arms (dear) If I fall for you, do I land on my feet? I could follow you Winding the lonely road We would walk hand in hand Wide-eyed we go alone If we fall, do we have to land at all?