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Comment by Mike Bolwell on June 5, 2009 at 10:06am
END OF AMERICA


About the days when we were young
Memories of innocence & simple truths
Minds & experiences clear
Gleaming razors of conviction
Black & white

Proud & strong, a walking contradiction
All so distant fading, faded
Flashes of white in the night
A glimpse of purity lost

I see the signs, I read the words
I hear the wind talking
The talk is the end of America

About the rules & the boundries
To protect what we have, what we desire
Lust for more, more & more
About returning to the place we began
Bursts of black, shadows of guiltless captured
Where a new order asserts
A simple truth will appear

I see the signs, I read the words
I hear the wind talking
The talk is the end of America
Comment by Mike Bolwell on June 5, 2009 at 10:05am
Matinee Idol

She's seldom seen lately
Oh, once in a while
The newspapers profile
her award winning smile
A penthouse apartment
That she never leaves
Owns the whole floor
Has secret deliveries

Raised on the runways, a fashion house house baby
Taught overseas, a finished young lady
She follows the footsteps out on the catwalk
Ignoring the rumors, all the asides and talk

They promised you privacy
That fell upon deaf ears
Long before your audience
Had ever disappeared

Matinee Idol
Barely a footnote
On someones list of
“ what ever happened to”

Once she was a sharp voice of power and subtlety
Sunglasses cannot hide her quintessential beauty
You may have forgotten her name or that scene
She was a Matinee Idol on the silver screen
Comment by Mike Bolwell on June 5, 2009 at 10:03am
BEHIND LOCKED DOORS

MY NAME IS NOT SMITH OR JONES
I'M NOT MRS. WHITE OR MR. BLACK
BUT YOU WANT TO PUT ME IN A MOLD
NOW IT SEEMS YOU CANNOT TAKE IT BACK
YOU PAINT ME WITH A BRUSH SO STIFF AND DRY
I'M NEVER OUT OF YOUR SIGHT, THAT'S MY ONLY ALIBI
FEELS LIKE I'M LIVING IN A DESERT OF HUMANITY
WHERE FALSE RECOGNITION GIVES WAY TO VANITY

BLD WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
BLD IF THE TABLES WERE TURNED
BLD WOULD YOU FEEL VINDICATED?
BLD OR WOULD YOU FEEL BURNED?
WE COULD PILE THE FAGGOTS AT YOUR FEET
YOU CAN PLEAD INNOCENT BUT DON'T MAKE A SPEECH

A MAN WITHOUT A NAME SAID THAT I'M TO BLAME
NOT FOR WHAT I DID JUST THE HUE OF MY SKIN
THROW AWAY THE KEY WE'LL FIND OUT HOW YOU BLEED
WE GUARANTEE CONFESSIONS OF THAT WE CAN AGREE
 

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