version 2.0 - About
Still more about The Bow Shock
Blend
I'm just trying to fit in... Square peg into a round hole, I just don't fit. So many things in life I just don't get. I'm just trying to fit in... Changed my clothes, changed my hair there's still something that's not quite there. Seems I'm a little out of sync with no way to sync me or get me in sync. And though I'm on the brink, I'll always be the stranger, But you know I've got to try. And when I'm in a crowd I'm just just a bit to loud, But when there's just a few, a little quiet too.... [Chorus] Could I pass for eccentric or a little bit obtuse? Or from a foreign country? (what a clever ruse) "Oh you've never heard of it , it's very far away. No, I don't think that I'll go back there, I'm probably here to stay." I'm just a perfect stranger, feeling stranger day by day. And if I feel uncomfortable, you'll see through my clever grin... [Chorus] Seems colossal as I jostle for position. My mission an extension of an internal prison. Ain't no prison guard here, I let my guard down, let myself down. Stand out or disappear, it don't matter here. Keep one thing clear: If I seem a little strange to you, In support of eccentricity there's just too few. I don't plan to be original, just rules to bend.... [Chorus] I'm just trying to fit in... Square peg into a round hole, I just don't fit. So many things in life I just don't get. I'm just trying to fit in...
Lament
First I went for a drive Just to feel more like myself And think about you and me for awhile. I turned on the radio But I couldn't find a song that Made me feel like I should Or anything that seemed to Understand at all. Then some snow started to fall... Yea, snow started to fall. The room was filled, the candles blown The room cleared, not of smoke but Friends alone. Few remained, like dice rolled Scattered them across the globe. To grasp at them to grasp at straws And all through this, the faithful few Constantly there, I sing this sad lament: I did not appreciate you yet. Only one alone with the Purest soul I've ever known Can love this hard headed man and See through this rough facade. All that wasted energy and time I could have spent on you To this I sing sad Lament. Only I know my weaknesses Half of which are not even fit to print. And only recently, I understand What I've been told for so long. In tears I throw myself into your arms and bare my soul to you and you alone. Only you have ever seen or Cared to see just who. I've taken you for granted all along... I fear my own fire for it Burns without consent from me. I fear the muse that inspires me was Only to amuse and never to inspire. I fear too that what I've written was Not to take me higher, And I rhyme me to my grave.