I know everything

 

I know everything/ there is to know about heartache/ and I don't need to/ know anything more/ I know everything/ there is to know about loneliness/ and I'm afraid about/ what's in store/ I been lonely all my life/ and it's no good for me/ I lie awake most every night/ but nothing I can see/ can show me enough/ I want to know everything/ there is to know about love

I know everything/ about a broken heart/ I know that it/ can make you shout/ it can tear you apart/ it can make you cry/ it can turn your soul/ / inside out/ I've been lonely all my life/ like the northern star above/ I want to know everything/ there is to know about love

I know everything/ there is to know about sadness/ and I don't need/ to know anything else/ I don't know anything/ about tenderness/ it's a problem I have/ about myself/ I've been lonely all my life/ and it's push come to shove/ I want to know everything/ there is to know about love

everything I fuckin' touch

everything I fuckin' touch goes wrong

wherever I am is where I don't belong

if things don't change

why don't they change

why must my life

be rearranged

nobody will ever hear this song

everything I fuckin' touch goes wrong

Nothing

 

There's fuckin' nothing.

I try to write, I write every fuckin' day, and there's nothing coming. I don't know what to fuckin' do. It's driving me crazy. I have nothing more to write. I have finally run out of things to write about. It's just the same old shit every fuckin' day: get some stupid idea and write shit about it. I'm so fuckin' sick of it. 

I got nothing, okay?

bone on bone

 

bone on bone/ is how I live/ day by day/ I can't forgive/ the way my life/ has gone astray/ I long to see/ a brand new day/ I try my best/ to go back home/ it's bone on bone/ it's bone on bone

bone on bone/ is how I feel/ when I see/ the past revealed/ I've run away/ as fast as I can/ to make it to/ the promised land/ where dreams do not/ turn into stone/ bone on bone/ it's bone on bone

It's my job to write them down

 

I want to write, but I have nothing to write about. It's been this way for awhile. It's so frustrating. I want to have new songs to play and sing, but nothing is coming. Still, I keep trying. It's hard. I don't know what to do.

You've been writing every day, farmboy?

Every fuckin' day. And what I'm writing absolutely sucks. I've been happy with writing in the recent past. I don't exactly know why writing has become so hard. I mean, they're just words, after all. Words are cheap; you can write as much as you want, you'll never use them up. So I keep writing and I keep writing but I'm not coming up with anything. What can I do?

Well, farmboy, you're still writing. That counts for something. Have you tried not writing?

No. I'm afraid to do that. I fear that once I stop writing, I'll never go back to it. Which is ridiculous. I never take a day off writing or playing. That's what my life is, writing songs. Everything else revolves around that.

It's so sad, you know? There are a lot of things up there is my mind, and it's my job to write them down. I hate it when it becomes a chore, when it becomes work. Writing is a kind of privilege, you know? I consider myself extremely blessed that I was called to do it. And, look, I have music to work with also. And music, that's what I take shelter in. I love being a songwriter.

And you're good at it. This is temporary, farmboy. Don't let it worry you. It's gone away before. It'll come back. I'm sure about that.

Well, I'm glad you are. Deep down inside, I'm sure I feel that way, too. 

mirror

 

look in the mirror/ what will you be/ there is more to you/ than anyone can see/ you can define yourself/ if you're wanting to/ but there are others/ inside of you/ and if you look at them/ if you invite them in/ you'll be seeing/ parts of yourself again

the wheels turn/ the wheels spin/ but this is where you've always been/ the wheels spin/ the wheels turn/ there's so much of yourself/ you have yet to learn

in Yakima valley

I came to this country at 15 years of age/ the desert was as fierce as a hurricane/ but we made it to Brawley, California/ where the sun is so hot it melts the rain/ we traveled up north through the seasons/ our hands and our fingers were sore/   we just kept on going/ like the river meeting the shore

(chorus) we settled in Yakima valley/ eastern Washington state/ I still believe in America/ how long must I wait

if I were you

I wish I was you

instead of me

you are everything 

I want to be

I know exactly

what I would do

if I were you

I look in the mirror

what do I see

envy doesn't

look good on me

who I am

I would have a clue

if I were you

          if I were you

          I'd know everything that I should know

          if I were you

          I'd know exactly where to go

i am just

a stranger here

someday I 

will disappear

knowing I'd know

just what to do

if I were you

memories of you

there is nothing in my mind today

except memories of you

I try to make them go away

but I don't know what to do

I try every way that I can find

but I just can't leave you behind

because I know my love for you is true

I know love is there inside

my memories of you

I try to run, but I can't hide

the past just makes me blue

you follow me into my sleep

I prayed to the Lord your love to keep

because I know my love for you is true

staying in bed

This morning I woke up in the afternoon/ the shadows were growing inside my room/ but I had no reason for getting out of bed/ outside was a raging storm/ but the blankets, they're so soft and warm/ the pillows fit so well behind my head/ the world, it ain't any fair/ no, man, I'm not going out there/ everyone is mean and ill at ease/ I'm gonna stay right here/ my computer and phone are near/ and I'm going to do just as I please

bad luck is not my friend

 

I know bad luck/ bad luck is not my friend/ I know bad luck/ it happens time and time again/ another day where it looks like I'm never gonna win/ I know bad luck/ bad luck is not my friend

you know hard times/ I hear at some point they end/ bad luck is not my friend/ but it's not just something/ that happens every now and then/ hope can be/ just another way to pretend/ I know bad luck/ bad luck is not my friend

(bridge) bad luck comes when you don't expect it/ if you accept it/ you should reject it/ bad luck comes when you don't expect it/ and it's coming to you right now

I know bad luck/ bad luck is not my friend/ i know bad luck/ and it feels like it's never gonna end/ but sooner or later/ happiness finds me again/ but until then/ bad luck is not my friend

one day everything changes

 

one day everything changes/ today will be that day/ the chain of command rearranges/ and all that I can say/ is somehow, something worked out/ and better days are soon to come/ one day everything changes/ and this day has just begun

I'm back!

 

My computer is busted. I mean, like, really broken. That's why I haven't written in forever long.  I am learning this chromebook, which is frustrating but it's a lot better than nothing. I don't know whether I'll be able to change the font on this. I'm really a beginner, but it works. Hopefully I'll be writing more. I've continued to write, just physically doing it, you know? Anyway, I'm really glad to be connected again and writing again. I wish I had something more profound to say, but I don't have anything. Maybe I will when I get more comfortable using this machine. I hope so.

justice is missing

 

there are no consequences/ for anyone anymore/ if you are white/ you know who's keeping score/ if this is my country/ justice is missing/ what you get depends on/ whose ass you are kissing/ nothing will happen/ to those who have harmed us/ more current problems/ that never cease to alarm us/ in the name of our country/ the future moves on/ justice is missing/ where has it gone?

witness

 

will you be my witness/ will you remember every name of every person/ who tried to destroy our country/ with their lies and their guns and their hate/ will you be my witness/ will you bring to justice all the people/ with weapons in their hands/ whose mission is to break/ every ounce of freedom/ we have fought for all our lives/ will you be my witness/ will you help us survive

my imagination

 

I am longing/ for a past I've never known/ memories of some place/ that never was my home/ people around me/ like none I've ever known/ of course they don't exist/ nothing could be as good as this

in my imagination/I picture everything the way it ought to be/ it's a situation/ where I am anyone but me/ it's there for the taking/ any fool could plainly see/ my imagination/ has nothing to do with me

a dream that's worth dreaming

 

I miss living in the great big city/ people around me, going where they will go/ it's a crying shame and a pity/ there are possible friends who I'll never know/ I lived alone in a lonely apartment/ where nothing happened except the paint on the wall/ now I live by a small-torn freeway/ I always see it and it's all/ that I can do/ to tie my shoes/ and find a dream/ that's worth dreaming