Born willing, fire inside, Voice wailing “I’m alive” Torn silence, punctured peace Time feeling ill at ease Bruised knuckles, bloody knees Some learning never heals Pied pipers peddle lies Plastic halos, hiding eyes Born willing, every morn More able, more torn You count up, or count down Same story, different town Warm bodies, colder parts…
In the winter of the will where we have parked, There are new words dealing in the dark, Out you go – all you know. In the time spun off the clock where we are sinking, There are distant pretty eyes and now they’re winking, From the shore – out you go. There are cardboard…
[audio:http://donalkelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/cu.mp3|titles=See You] Brief Lives, surprised. Lately, closed Eyes. Soft touch, sweet rush. Wasted, pulled punch. See you, Follow through. See you, Feel So blue. Who spoke? Bad joke. Hardly, half broke. Good times, good things. Poor rhymes, round swings. See you, follow through. See you, feel so blue.
[audio:http://donalkelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/Saturated.mp3|titles=Saturated] Baby it’s too hard to say it, but too late to stop, In a moment it’s all gone for good. And I can’t help but feeling, that this is the top. We’ve taken as much as we could. Now the motion explodes, we are forced to forge on, Moved to let go and make…
Demo: [audio:http://donalkelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/notesFromUnderground.mp3|titles=Notes From the Underground] You been running away, calling out names And it’s a lot on your plate, give it away ohh, down, to the underground ohh down, away from the crowd Too long hanging around, and you know you’re not moving It’s the same old story that you’re really improving ohh, down, picking…
a whole lot of nothing say where you been gone, the only thing I know is that the end is a coming, leading us along, party at your house but the doors are all locked and windows boarded up, weeds in the garden they told us not to stay, told us to grow up but…
I’ve worked too long to let it go My grip, the fit, the form, the flow, Holding on and holding off for something slow Words, a theme, some random tune, Your smile, my frown, the cresent moon, Hanging on and trying to find the way to go Express yourself and walk away, No other truth…
Are you easy In your own skin? Does it take a lot of work just to feel that you fit in? Should we try this hard to be ourselves When the force distorts our simple loves? I see your gaze now as it turns away, Like you don’t know what you want to say. See…