'Rachel'

Something’s amiss. Awry. Askew. All questions, no answers… because there aren’t any.

You’ve never been what you wanna

And I’ll never be what you wanted me to be

It’s an indictment on your reverie

So when is Rachel coming over? 

Does she plan on staying more than just the night?

It’s an indictment on your memory

When you extracted all the silver

I knew that my father would lose his lid

Such predictable formalities 

Oh my lady whatever happened to you? 

Conversations in the corner

A one-sided affair

Talkin’ to someone who isn’t even there

Whatever happened to you? 

Whatever happened to you? 

'No, Not Nancy!'

Permanence has been diagnosed. The proverbial goalposts have shifted accordingly. But evasion has consequences. 


She’s shake shakin’

With no idea of when she will stop

Fake fakin’

Another day pretending it’s not

There’s not some turn around that we are all expecting to drop

She’s take takin’

Another pill to manage the knots

Forsaken

Supplanted by fantastical thoughts

There’s not some turnaround that we are all expecting to drop

Unless we turn around and start re-living backwards from now

There’s not some turnaround that we are all expecting to drop

Unless we turn around and start re-living backwards from now

How, how, how?

How can we erase what’s been forgotten anyhow?

Why should we replace the things we’re meant to disavow?

She’s ache achin’

Another neurological shock

Fake fakin’

Another day pretending it’s not

There’s not some turnaround that we are all expecting to drop

Unless we turn around and start re-living backwards from now

How, how?

How can we erase what’s been forgotten anyhow?

Why should we replace the things we’re meant to disavow? 

‘Roger (Bad News)’

The cover-up is over. The lies have been discovered. It’s time to fight back. 

All your lies and all your lies and all your

All your lies and all your lies and all your

All your lies and all your lies and all your

All your lies and all your lies and all your

So you’d like to think you’ve got me figured out

Well I’ve got bad news

And though it’s nothing like you’d thought it’d be about

Well it’s still bad news

‘Née Jones’

When someone you’ve known and loved your entire life reveals themself as an imposter. 

Who are you?

She’s up to all of her old tricks again

Thinkin’ daddy’s tryin’ to do her in

I just don’t know where to begin

She says the FBI is on their way

They’re gonna take your daddy far away

But he ain’t got nothing to say 

My old man’s got nothing to say but

Who are you?

She tossed her ring into the junk drawer

Next to a bottle of Pamelor 

It’s not like she’s taking it anymore 

But in a sudden bout of clarity

“Oh, what’s the point?” she said to Charity

Confessing she ain’t who she used to be

Forever lost within a reverie of 

Who are you?

‘William’s Unwilling’

A full-scale invasion no amount of troops could sufficiently combat.

December

A full moon

An argument 

“I’m gonna leave!

No one can stop me!”

Remember 

This old tune

A document 

Saying “please, go on without me.”

But William’s unwilling to go

A thumbnail 

A crumb trail

Evidence 

That’s gonna lead 

To what we’d be fearing

A phone call 

A tell-all

It’s evident 

You’re gonna flee 

Without reappearing

But William’s unwilling to go

He’s hardly impressed

With all that he’s known

William’s unwilling to go

A candle

It flickers

A blue flame 

It’s gonna be 

All of the light ya need

A handle 

That’s grip-less

And slippery 

Will never heed

All of the fight we need

But William’s unwilling to go

He’d rather invest  

In a reverie’s glow 

William’s unwilling to go

‘What Bobby Did’

Which is worse: circumventing the inevitable? Or taking advantage of it? 

You should be ashamed of yourself

For what you did

But even more for what you didn’t do

Although it wasn’t up to you

But I can’t help but blame myself

For what Bobby did

And even though you didn’t have a clue

I knew it wasn’t up to you

That doesn’t mean it should be up to me

That doesn’t mean it should be up to me

That doesn’t mean it should be up to me

That doesn’t mean no, that doesn’t mean no no

Well heaven knows when I’ll be leavin’ here

‘Cause of what you did

It’s Halloween and all the ghosts are out

When reveries are at their most devout

That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t scream and shout

That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t scream and shout

That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t scream and shout

That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t scream and shout

‘Just Loretta’

A diversion disguised as reassurance.  An injection of happiness to numb the pain.   

“I’m fine, son.

You must believe me.”

Another one of your lies

Spawned from a series of reveries 

Playing tricks on your mind 

You claimed to need a change of scenery

From the home that you made

Far from all familiarity 

Such a vulgar display

Maybe I’m not okay

‘Cause I’ve been listenin’ to too too

Too many sad songs

Too many sad songs about you

We walked into your apartment

But I hadn’t a clue

How you could possibly afford the rent

A couple thousand or two

Just Loretta and you

Just Loretta and you

I’ve been listenin’ to too too

Too many sad songs

Too many sad songs about you

‘Charity Case’

The cavalry has arrived. Help is here. Will it last?

It’s time we start looking for answers

‘Cause mama’s been taking more chances

At fleeing the scene 

I found someone in the want ads

Experience working with nomads

Sounds like a dream

Oh! 

It sounds like a dream, oh!

It sounds like a dream!

An interview half past eleven

She made such a lasting impression

It's gonna work out  

Your reveries won’t know what hit them

‘Cause Charity’s all but rewritten 

How this’ll play out

Oh!

It sounds like a dream, oh

It sounds like a dream!

No!

It’s no longer a dream, no!

It's no longer a dream!

It’s time we stop asking these questions

It’s time we stop asking these questions

‘Kenneth, more’

There’s no choice other than to give in. The final moment has come.

Dressed in an old negligee 

As fragile as a Faberge egg

You told me Bill was on his way

Oh is he now?

Why don’t we move this inside?

I promise Dad hasn’t any cyanide

There’s no need to run and hide!

It’s not allowed

How about I make you a cup of tea?

And we’ll have a chat while we let it steep

Your reveries have replaced your sleep

Oh have they now?

Your final words I hold so dear

“T’was so nice to have you here.”

What followed next was my biggest fear

But anyhow

‘Teddy’

History has repeated itself. The afterlife has gained another angel. 

“I’m sorry,” she said

But I didn’t know what she meant

It was one thing

Grandma fell down the stairs

All but left for dead

With nothing for her to hold on to

For her to hold on to

From the gift shop downstairs

I bought her a teddy bear

For something

She reached out to me

Lost in a reverie

I was one thing she could hold on to

I was the only thing she could hold on to

I was the only thing she could hold on to

She could hold on to

She could hold on to

She could hold on to