CLOSE TO ME

When the night falls all around us,
And we can no longer see,
No matter what they try to call us,
I'll still hold you close to me

And when they lie to the masses,
And present themselves as idolatry,
We'll hide and take our chances,
And I'll hold you close to me

And the truth it may be fleeting,
They control what we hear and see,
We'll survive, though bleeding,
And I'll hold you close to me

One day the skies will brighten,
We'll drive them all into the sea,
We'll watch them float on the horizon,
And I'll hold you close to me

Copyright, EGHarne

STACEY ON THE BUS

I dread the days that I have to work,
Riding the Metro with a dumbass jerk,
She won't shut up!
She drives me freakin' crazy!
She won't shut up!
Her name is Stacey...
She thinks she's cute,
But she makes me puke,
She's worse than herpes or a bag of pus,
She'll make you cuss,
She's Stacey on the bus!

I'd like to put one right between her eyes,
Yes, she's that bad and we all despise,
Her flapping gums,
She drives us freakin' crazy!
She won't shut up!
That damn Stacey!
She's got a pierced tongue,
She'd make Carl Jung,
Worship Sigmund Freud and accept mother lust,
She's got you sussed,
She's Stacey on the bus!

I hope one day the world explodes,
Sacrifice myself to get this ho',
To please shut up,
She'd drive the good Lord crazy!
She won't shut up,
I pray for death to Stacey!
She's a maniac!
She'd make Satan yak!
I'd commit seppuku with a single thrust,
I'd turn to dust,
To get Stacey off the bus!

CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?

When I was young, I came to this place,
With a few good friends and a smile on my face,
We’d talk all night and then leave at dawn,
Just havin’ fun, never did nuthin’ wrong

But the years blazed on, at the speed of light,
One day you wake up, and youth’s outta sight,
The friends you held dear, have all disappeared,
And condolences offered, can’t stop the tears

Can anybody hear me?
Or do you just fear me?
I know I’ve gotten old,
Do you have to be so cold?
Can anybody hear me?

I walk in this place, with a cane in my hand,
I’m the last of my friends, I know they’d understand,
I just wanna be close, to the laughs and the boasts,
To those I once loved, even though they’re all ghosts

And I listen to music, that seems out of place,
But I endure it all with a smile on my face,
Talk to myself and sleep until dawn,
Don’t know who I am, but I know something’s wrong

Can anybody hear me?
Or do you just fear me?
I know I’ve gotten old,
Do you have to be so cold?
Can anybody hear me?

THREE FORKS

We were all together,
For a very long, long time,
Then one day it all changes,
For no reason nor no rhyme

But the future beckons to us,
And the ones we held so dear,
Fade away like windswept clouds,
As do our fallen tears

Then suddenly as they left us,
Memories come flooding back,
And the trigger something small,
And the dam begins to crack

And it happened just today,
Doing something so mundane,
That I had to catch my breath,
Because I could not dull the pain

For as I set the table,
It shook me to my core,
I sobbed a silent prayer,
Three forks instead of four

Copyright; EGHarne

MUSINGS AT THE MALL

Been walking this mall for 25 years,
Watched the people come and go,
Store fronts closed, businesses dark,
And the roof is starting to bow

I follow the faded, broken signs,
That mark the miles in tenths,
Can’t even attract porn shops here,
With drastically lowered rents

But I get my daily exercise,
While avoiding warps in the floors,
With menacing gangs around me,
Pimping the local crack whores

I used to feel so safe here,
When families were standard fare,
But now it’s one big shit hole,
And pot smoke fills the air

And I get so tired of the comments,
Perpetrators of deicide,
From all the hip-hop wannabes,
Flashing finger signs

I just wanted a peaceful existence,
To enjoy my twilight years,
But it’s all fallen down around me,
And now I live in fear

But I won’t go down silently,
They won’t take my mall away,
To simply walk in solitude,
And no longer feel afraid

Screw all you sonsabitches,
You won’t make me run,
‘Cause underneath my jacket,
I silently caress my gun

FIX

I’ve tried so hard, as hard as I can,
To make what was wrong right,
But we’ve fallen between the crevices,
Of the very dark side of life

And I begged for you to follow me,
And walk hand in hand to the light,
But you balked as happiness beckoned,
And remained in the shadows of life

I can’t repair these broken souls,
Even with mortar and brick,
We’ve failed to even help ourselves,
And that’s something God won’t fix

You’ve said we don’t hold all the cards,
And the dealer uses a slight,
But we’ve gambled on empty promises,
And the dead man’s hand is our life

Our mutual disgust is appalling,
Screaming mightily day and night,
For something we’ve lost within ourselves,
Conveniently blaming this life

We take no responsibility for anything,
Though we hide the needle pricks,
I pray we learn to pray again,
But that’s something God can’t fix


Copyright; EGHarne

U2

They're another mindless rock band,
So socially aware,
No thoughts of their own,
And no one really cares

Rich beyond belief,
They're gods to their fans,
They excoriate America,
While hawking their brand

They hate the U.S.A.,
We're stupid, shallow, crass,
But these comic, Celtic zeros
Willingly take our cash

So take your fake refinement,
And all your self-righteous glee,
And we'll burn them in a heap,
Next to your joshua tree


Copyright; EGHARNE