from
32X,
released October 21, 2014
(Corboe)
Everything you've ever had goes down the drain,
at some point nothing stays the same.
Whose to say its a waste of time,
it's not living in the fast lane one day it has to stop.
What's the time on your watch.
It goes 'tic tac toe' or is it 'tic tic toc'.
When the sun goes down a shadow's shot in the dark.
It wont come back around it's not the same as the start,
after a little game of eye spy with my little lion heart.
The diamond in you're mind is sharp.
It's the light shining through it that's the colorfull part,
what a humbling thought,
the struggle before the spark,
then the Big Bang leading to big thangs.
Making sand castles in the rain on a good day, a bad one reading halmark cards that sad song's been sung.
So hey little drummer boy give me something fly just something to past the time and rewind.8
(Chorus)
The Ballad of Valeska Suratt
can't be said. It's best we forgot.
Was she like Valeska Suratt?
Nitrate memories melt in the vault.
Waiting till the garden blooms.
Empire of the harvest moon.
Cheshire Cat dissolving moods.
She's on the move.
(Owel Five)
The purpose of the saddest song interpreted through tapping feet.
The artisan of broken hearts is working on her masterpiece.
Had to speak but we would laugh and weep while falling fast asleep.
We missed our chance at Paris,
but we'll always have Degrassi Street.
Casualties are orchestrated, sewn into the tapestry
and folded over broken arms to hold it for her majesty.
Behold the holy glory of this lonely story happening
before you make your mind or choose a stone to build a castle with.
You know that if it's after this then it's probably inadequate.
You were like my Belle of Mayfair. Mary of Nazareth.
It's hard to brush it off and start to paint on larger canvasses.
I need the patron saint of fallen angels in Los Angeles.
Cause maybe she could handle this and talk some sense into the lady.
Teach her about the loss of light. We'll find it all illuminating.
You awaken something inside me. There's no recuperating.
I try to follow but I fall with every move you're making.
(Chorus)
The Ballad of Valeska Suratt
can't be said. It's best we forgot.
Was she like Valeska Suratt?
Nitrate memories melt in the vault.
Waiting till the garden blooms.
Empire of the harvest moon.
Cheshire Cat dissolving moods.
She's on the move
