Proud Mary by John Fogerty, George Harrison, Taj Mahal and Bob Dylan (Song Starts at 1:40)

The Silent Sea Shell

Do you ever wonder its like,
To sail in your dreams,
When sand castles are crumbling,
Built too close to rising streams,
And are you one to cross the oceans,
Without a compass or the sands,
Blanket yourself in stars tonight,
And you will reach dry land

"Wiser through the looking glass,"
A hermit crab said to me,
"I see you bundled up inside,
On the shore of the vastest sea,"
The moon glistens upon the waves,
"Take your steps so carefully,
I would lament if shells would drown,
No breath to set them free

Only in my darkest dreams,
I could imagine such a fate,
Weary travelers close eyes to stars,
As I had sunk below the waves,
Before you beg to question,
Why you are in a subsiding shell,
All because your love persists,
And you take not the time to tell

Magellan's Useless Quest

Everybody noticed she was stuck in Magellan’s eyes,
When they tried to remove her he violently cried,
By the end of eternity, the pliers couldn’t pry,
They told him that the only way he could survive,
Was to rip his priceless eyes from his useless sockets,
Magellan secured them in his dream catcher’s broken pockets

Magellan fully draped over with horseshoes ablaze,
Being trampled when he lost his only trail,
The map that he followed was sewn over his eyes,
To remind him of the pathetic ways he failed,
Watching Juliet sink into his dreams,
And all he could do would be to try to follow

Magellan fell asleep and was nailed to Atlantis,
Where he dreamed of Salvador Dali’s clocks,
And as the melting clocks draped over him,
Dali ordered that the clocks be stopped with locks,
And right then came in the poisoned hail,
And Magellan froze the clocks over him forever

Magellan gave a carousel to a heartless treasure seeker,
With Romeo beside him in his prison cell,
When the guard offered him eternal freedom,
Magellan said he would rather stay in his cell,
He said he would not leave until the day he died,
And outside remains Romeo with tears in his eyes

There Was A Time, My Friend

Keeping up on upper platforms,
Where many people transform,
Ravens obscure lampshades,
Bullet holes in rocking chairs,
Bloody arms in rusted fences,
Could not quite reach their senses,
Skulls gnawed on by packed lions,
A treasure map enlocked in hand,
Rock stars will fall to shambles,
We take no peaceful gambles,
The spotlight’s almost faded,
Like the olive branch in hand,
Eyes reflect vigil candles,
Burying the results of vandals,
Bullets shatter windows,
As soldiers march down streets,
Theatres are filled with disguises,
As a possessed Laertes revises,
Teaching children to kill children,
Neighbors dead by neighbors hands,
There was a time like this,
My friend

Too many anchors growing,
Not enough people knowing,
Too few ideas growing,
Moss spreads across a seed,
Dreams flow down through gutters,
Not seen behind closed shutters,
Onlookers planting vultures,
Circling in hurricanes,
Gas masks used in riots,
Grenades tick on lilacs,
Blind man’s eyes shed teardrops,
Thankful that he can’t see,
Children with hearts so tender,
In cardboard homes are forced surrender,
Veins run through leather,
Open pastures, fenced off gates,
Tortoises are losing races,
Can’t run to keep their places,
Fields of love in blazes,
Herds of zebra in stampede,
There was a time like this,
My friend

Waterfalls rage out eardrums,
In the alleys lay bums,
Mailboxes are transferred,
From one war zone to the next,
Pouncing lions in tall grasses,
Block off escape hatches,
The savannah sun sets sternly,
Birds blanket dusting skies,
Charles Darwin and his peace dove,
They say that we need more love,
But Nero paces circles,
Around Darwin’s sinking ship,
With pens being slain like dragons,
Dead ends circling like wagons,
People aren’t aware that,
Birds migrate, winter comes,
Autumn leaves like anvils,
Parades left in shambles,
Streamers stepped on crumpled,
Vacant streets and broken eyes,
There was a time like this,
My friend

You can sit in a haze,
And soak in the craze,
Genius opens doorways,
Sword swallowers keep the keys,
People are stuck in sideburns,
Wheels like the world turns,
To get on your tanks and battle,
For tattoos and green streetlights,
People can crawl on ceilings,
Losing all their feelings,
Cities left to crumble,
Even rats can’t fit the cracks,
Key rings are holding pirates,
It’s always too late to quit,
Earthquake ruins overpower,
Crushed rainbows, unseen signs,
Silence to the masses,
In front of still life grasses,
Calculations fail,
Mushrooms consume, silence reigns,
And there is no time left to act,
My friend

Life

It's upsetting when you're born all cryin’
And it don’t end up ‘til your day of dyin’,
When you find yourself workin’ in a minin’ yard,
Workin’ ‘til your hands can’t work so hard,
Coal mines in piles stretch high and wide,
So high that you wonder if there’s even a sky,
The shovel’s as heavy as a barbell’s weight,
Then you look up and see something really faint,
A glimmer of sky, a glimmer of hope,
You lay down your shovel and unfasten your rope,
And that’s when your wings start to grow,
And you feel the sun’s potent, immortal glow

But not everyone has made the cut,
Those who fail burn up in cigarette butts,
For a trolley its twenty five cents you’ll need,
You can take a ride and have your greed,
Fro those who may think they’re lives are a bust,
People sleep on tin cans and rusted saw dust,
And the trolley burns down their only known homes,
And nobody sees them as they go down the road,
Tank wheels reflecting in puddles of blood,
Seen after the storms in the slums of damp mud,
Right below them are barbed wire fences,
And laid right in front are the old war zone trenches

There are so many times when you’ve been caught dreamin’,
So many things inside your heard teamin’
Dreaming of pastures and wide open places,
But when you wake up they leave no traces,
And from second story window sills,
People look down on your to get their thrills,
But you don’t have to take that abuse,
And before you know it you’ve been cut loose,
You’ll leave your villains on a sinkin’ boat sailin’,
We’ll see how they like it when they do the pailin’,
And once you move forward on the rail road track,
There ain’t no way you’re hitchin’ back

The only things left are the noiseless sounds,
Faces of people like playing cards down,
All pilled together in a random stack,
Grasped together by a sturdy thumb tack,
Face down you can’t tell people apart,
But look up at each other, a whole bloody war starts,
And some people’s hearts are stone pipe black,
Traded in for a penny and a cigarette pack,
The candy land tales they dreamt as a child,
The ones that they had for such a short while,
When you lie in bed and springs bury you deep,
You look up from the pillows without any sleep

As you walk down the road and you think at each stop,
If the steep road to nothing is where you have dropped,
One day you’ll see that the whole world’s a failin’,
And people have shrines behind windows to be hailin’,
Corpses are rotting inside beating hearts,
And their lives keep rolling after gears fall apart,
The time will shift like branches in the breeze,
So many locked doors that have never had keys,
You need to find a way out of that place,
Too many gutters have poured down your face,
You have to pave your own way, make your own road,
And not always follow the things you are told,

Do what you want, and do what you should,
Not the things that are bad but the things that are good,
And when this whole crazy world has got you beat,
You can take a stand or take a seat,
I don’t know about you but my legs ain’t broken,
My heart not stopped and my eyes not soakin’,
And when this whole crazy world gets your down,
You can pick yourself up or knock yourself down,
You can always be somewhere,
Where nobody knows you’re even there,
Do you start givin’ up and start your dyin’?
Or do you pick yourself up and keep on tryin’?

Wilted Rose

I'm waiting like a wilted rose,
Buried so I can bloom again,
When Spring seems so far away,
I'm still close so I feel a friend,
Nobody can tear me away from her,
The pain of petals torn from me,
Landing in a seedless heart,
Roots stretch out but don't feel free

A winter feels as long as dreams,
Lost forever like opportunity,
They can pick she-loves-he petals,
But they can't take love away from me,
I can't hold on to shattered pieces,
Falling like snow infront of me,
As I run to prop a closing door,
Her heart melts ice that holds the key

There are sharp thorns around me,
That keep her from my touch,
But behind my hidden heart's mask,
I still love her very much,
The flower recovers from rains,
Drowns in tears but floats on hope,
The flower cannot forget the sun,
If the rains remain I will never cope

When a flower feels itself picked,
It recieves a hug and feels held dear,
It does not feel torn from Earth,
Unless it is dropped after she came near,
A rose that has never held on,
Can't reach her from this shelf,
She was the flower's only sun beam,
Its wilting under cold shade of all else

I'll Cry For You (Final Draft)

I'll hold my relieved arms around you,
And you can rest your head against my shoulder,
So close to me encircled in a starlight cocoon,
Stranded in a universe that couldn't get much colder,
Webs of stars, defeated, hang from my skin,
They are healing scars the pavent left us in,
Chasing after butterflies that caused accidents,
Saying that they'd take us under their wings

If you ever feel wounded,
And haven't taken flight,
I'll cry for you,
Oh, I'll cry for you,
So you don't have to

Do you know what it's like to find your home again?
And do you know what its like to have a friend?
Some days you wash up upon the deserted shores,
After sailing unknown oceans made you insecure,
Spider strands blocked off the universe from you,
From up close it looked like locks on the door,
I know the sand won't fall from under your feet,
If only it had seemed like this to you before

If you ever feel wounded,
And haven't taken flight,
I'll cry for you,
Oh, I'll cry for you,
So you don't have to

Maybe you're a wave that has found no other shore,
Believe me I have crashed on one of those before,
Heart beats skip like tides to answer other prayers
And you lose grasp holding onto hearts already torn,
I am finally convinced that nothing's out of place,
Yet I'm bound to wonder what it's all about,
And if you already know what love is,
Than why take the time to find out?

Rejection

My hands will still reach out for her,
I have dreamed like the night grows dim,
My tired heart has never had to mask itself,
With undertaker disquises worn by him,
It may be so true that he loved her once,
I admire her faith but I'm still skeptical,
He can't rebuild the castle he tore down,
And expect the princess not to mind the fall

You meant so much to her, I know you did,
But as her friend I can no longer stand by you,
You hurt her so badly again and again,
If you love her, only once you have to choose,
If not you don't have to tell her anything,
She can still read your indecisive prayers,
And if they are no longer meant for her,
Than your heart is crippled beyond repair

Unlock her so to be abandoned from your grip,
Let go of her hand so that she can fly again,
In the long time that you had spent with her,
I wish you would have acted more like her friend,
But the secrets you have kept hidden from her,
As numerous as the women held in your arms,
Your heart flowered with its touch like thorns,
Yet she is trapped in the web not sensing harm

All his armor cannot help protect her now,
She needs to take a stand for only she can,
He fell into her grown state of illusion,
She didn't feel his weapon when holding hands,
She needs to crawl from under his prison walls,
Or be forced behind a winter's window paine,
But she can break the trance he has put her in,
If only she realizes rejection causes pain

He, the sun one time, now reaches her like fog,
She can't find ways through love ground to dust,
She had found sanctuary in his comforting arms,
Now her stained glass eyes shatter with his touch,
But she won't embark alone into deserted lands,
Facing the winds that scar and scatter no seed,
I remind her the sun makes it through the night,
But I can't pave the way because her heart must lead

He will try to rebuild the sky from dimmer stars,
But she is hardly seen as his brighter day,
Of course he thinks he can strand her there,
Where he left her in the night and walked away,
There are abuses in the shadows unreflected,
He has committed himself to the darkest skies,
Neither rain nor night could ever hold her there,
Where he hides the brighest light from her eyes