February 19, 2006
Do you know the John Bravman,
The John Bravman, the John Bravman,
Oh, do you know the John Bravman,
Who lives at 225 Santa Teresa Lane?
Sometime.2002
A pillow weaved of golden thread, a blanket spun of white,
Surrounded by a deep red tinge to guide the coming night.
A silver disk comes sailing in to take the pillow's place.
The shining gems ignite the sky, as they light up your face.
A tricky play with shadow, or maybe with the light
Erases every color, except for black and white.
As if some occult sculptor had chiseled out your shape,
And then the gifted artist had run right out of paint.
Eradicate the sorrow, eradicate the pain;
Retain only the essence, or live your life in vain.
For those who live with sorrow are often beasts of greed.
They do not know their neighbors; they care not what they need.
A birthday wish: may you live long and always have a friend.
For as you may already know, it's what matters in the end.
November, 2002
Listen to the rain
Let go of your pain
Listen to the droplets fall
Natural stress relief
Wash away your grief
Pitter-patter droplets fall
Listen to your fears
Drip away with the tears
Falling from the top of the world
Raindrops, falling, through your body and soul
Raindrops, falling, no, no, no, no, no
(Let the raindrops heal, wash away your pain
Don't give them no for an answer; what would you gain?
Let the raindrops cleanse your mind and heart
Better to be lucky than to start
From the very beginning
Better to be lucky than smart
That's what you are winning.
November, 2002
Raindrops falling down, down, down
Watching them as they fall
Raindrops falling 'till I drown
Catching them all
Raindrops falling on my head
As I lie awake in bed
Raindrops driving me out of my mind
How can you all be so blind
That you don't see them?
The faces in the rain
Falling down in vain
Crashing on my sidewalk
I wonder why they fall
I wonder if they know at all
Breaking on my sidewalk
Faces smiling, faces laughing
Faces joyful, faces happy,
Faces saddened, faces crying
Faces bursting, faces dying.
I search for two the same
I watch for one that calls my name
In hopes that I may someday know
The cause of their perpetual flow.
Faces falling through the air
(Raindrops falling; what do I care?)
Faces falling to their doom
(These raindrops bring such tides of gloom)
Faces falling, silent as a mime
Raindrops falling, running out of time.
Raindrops, raindrops, falling to the ground.
Raindrops, raindrops, falling 'till I drown.
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September 17, 2002
Sometimes, sometimes,
I sit here and stare,
And I wonder why,
Why rainbows must fly,
Why people must die,
Why rain has to fall
On my parade.
And I wonder how.
I missed it somehow.
I'd waited for that special day.
And it's gone by-hi-hi-hi-hi.
And now I cry-hi-hi-hi-hi.
Now I have a chance
To get up and dance,
But all my time is spent
On nothing (nothing)
And I sit here and stare,
And I gaze in despair,
And there's nobody there but the wall.
And I run to the door,
But I wonder what for;
It's not like there's somebody there.
So I stand in the rain,
Immersed in my pain,
For all my time is spent
On nothing (nothing).
And I wonder why,
Why rainbows must die,
Why people don't fly,
Why I was born
On a rainy day.
And I wonder how.
I lost it somehow.
I never found that special place.
[insert lack of vocals]
Then my thoughts turn to you
And I realize that rainbows
Are born from the rain.
I sit down and smile,
For my time still may come;
I'll open the door
And see your face.
We'll run through the forests,
We'll reach for the sea,
We'll drift past the rainbow,
And you'll be with me.
We'll chase after shadows,
Just living on dreams.
[insert more lack of vocals]
{softly, no music}
I dream of a world where the people don't die,
The rainbows don't flee, where I don't wonder why.
I hope that one day, my dream will come true,
That finally, I will be with you.