PERFECT CLICHE LYRICSBEAUTIFULLY BITTERSWEET
© 2008 by Jon Davidson Published by Dummy Boy Publishing (BMI) Is it over, is it through? Are the answers overdue? Mesmerized by what's to come Till the meaning finds us numb. In between, inconcrete We are beautifully bittersweet. Till we wake up complete We are beautifully bittersweet. In the meantime, in between Misinterpret what we've seen. Can the questions satisfy? Can we trade in death for life? IT WON'T BE LONG © 2008 by Jon Davidson Published by Dummy Boy Publishing (BMI) So pick it up again: this same reduplication, reiteration. So fill the cup again, and drink to starting over, to four-leaf clover. So take the medicine. Await the same prescription; the same conniption. So take it on the chin in hopes that we won't listen; that we can kiss it all away. It won't be long; it won't be long before we're right back at the start. It won't be long before we find that only love can break a heart. It won't be long. So where do we begin? This love is where we left it, but can we heft it? So call your next of kin and say we're going under, so they don't wonder. So pick an alibi: the crime has been acquitted; the glove refitted. So say hello, goodbye, and use the proper greeting, or try repeating memories. One of these days we're gonna forget. One of these days we'll end up inside of it. One of these days we're gonna forget. One of these days we'll ask the question of who this sequel's for. PERFECT CLICHÉ © 2008 by Jon Davidson Published by Safe Silver Music (ASCAP) Easy to admit your sense of misdirection is not what it used to be. Easy to despair amid this disaffection that's crowding your memory. And now you're left with the regret of all that's left undone and unsaid. But, who collects on emotional debts anyway? Maybe today, and maybe tomorrow; maybe before your time is taken away. Maybe today you'll break what you've borrowed; or maybe you'll mend it with a perfect cliché. Difficult to try and quell the insurrection of time against the soul. Difficult to say the words of imperfection that never could console. Maybe you're not too late. Maybe you're not too late again. SUNRISE © 2008 by Jon Davidson Published by Dummy Boy Publishing (BMI) Sunrise, and another one dies and another one grows. Sunrise, and another one comes and another one goes. Sunrise, and none of us cares, and none of us knows. Sunrise, and another one dies and another one grows. And I ask why. But I can't buy a minute; maybe you'll get it figured out on your own. I can't buy a minute; maybe you'll get it figured out on your own. Sunrise, and another one heals and another one bleeds. Sunrise, and another one has and another one needs. Sunrise, and none of us hears, and none of us heeds. Sunrise, and another one has and another one bleeds. And as the sun sets on another hopeless life, just to rise tomorrow, nothing changes. Nothing ever will. And as the sun sets on another chance to end this mindless introspection, nothing changes. Nothing ever will. HERMIT CRAB © 2008 by Jon Davidson Published by Dummy Boy Publishing (BMI) So let the truth be told: It always ends like this. A heart of fool's gold will glitter for a kiss. Now that the luster's drab, we see each other well. I am but a hermit crab done with another shell. But you are not like me: Your worst is better than the best of me. And you could make me smile like no one else. And you would give the world to give yourself. And you could be so fragile in my arms. What did I do? I am a fool. So let the truth be told: I've always been a fool. Terrified to lose control of the right to set the rules. Too late to make a change; my speech is well-rehearsed. I'd rather pass the blame than try to break the curse. And you could make me cry like no one else. And you could find my heart and make it melt. And I could be so fragile in your arms. What did I do? Have we made our final memory? Have I traded you because you came with a guarantee? And you could make me laugh like no one else. And you could love with nothing in it for yourself. And you could be so fragile in my arms. What did I do? And you still make me smile. WHAT CAN I SAY? © 2008 by Jon Davidson Published by Dummy Boy Publishing (BMI) Words are not enough to tell you of my love. It's hopelessly real; it can't be concealed; it's only for you. No language can relate, or fantasy create, how lovely you are. You've stolen my heart; it's only for you. So what can I say except that I love you? What can I say except that I need you? What can I say except you're too beautiful for words? Your love takes my breath away. So what can I say? No statement could suffice to speak of paradise: This love so profound, it's heaven come down. It's only for you. I could spend a lifetime letting my heart speak your name! And as seasons pass, our love will last, 'cause I know you'll do the same. NEVER A METAPHOR © 2010 by Jon Davidson Published by Safe Silver Music (ASCAP) So is this all that you've waited for? Is this all that you're fated for? Or is it never a metaphor of the real? The quintessential anomaly; A tragic circus, a comedy Of reverie versus reality: This is real. Embrace what you never planned. Embrace it with an open hand. Embrace instead of understand. This is real. With every question, the story feels More confusing, and yet it thrills, Tantalizes, and fulfills. This is real. A picture perfect reality is never what this was meant to be. GOING HOME © 2001 by Jon Davidson Published by Safe Silver Music (ASCAP) I see the sunset as I'm going home, And it serves to remind me of how far I've gone. And oh, how I miss you; I know you miss me more. I want to be with you; it's what you're dying for. I want to go home, I want to go home. I want to go home, I want to go home. From sunset to sunset I'll keep walking on And I'll long for the day when the darkness is gone. And oh, how I miss you; I know you miss me more. I want to be with you; it's what you're dying for. I see the sunset as I'm going home. I see the sunset, and I want to go home. FINGER IN THE EYE © 2008 by Jon Davidson Published by Safe Silver Music (ASCAP) The porous tears of treachery drench the ground belatedly. And in their sorrow you repose and in their stead you take the blows. This unrequited trade will recompense the made. The blood and water invade. And you might have to stick a finger in the eye Before it conquers what you know. And you might have to stick a finger in the side And you might have to let it go. The mindless beast of human pride, refusing thrice to be denied. Awakened by a rooster's crow, and slain by one we think we know. And you might have to stick a finger in the eye, in the eye. STILL THE KING © 2008 by Jon Davidson Published by Safe Silver Music (ASCAP) And has it finally come to this? Love is a captive for a kiss. Now, suffering has claimed the throne. Now, capriciously, it reigns alone. But love is still the king, he said. Love is still the king instead. Justice delayed, but not denied. Esoteric end in deicide. As love is slain by its own hand, Wrongs are undone, and I understand that Love is still the king, he said. Love is still the king instead. In the end, is love a king at all, at all? UNTIL ©℗ 2008 by Jon Davidson Published by Safe Silver Music (ASCAP) Love a tenet to enforce, so disregard its patent source, Until we're left with broken hearts; until we finish what we start. And we'll fight to keep the innocence alive. And we'll fight to keep the ignorance alive. Love is all that we endorse, so let us kill without remorse. Until we mix the oil and water; until we poison sons and daughters. Until there's no one left to slaughter but ourselves. |
TIP OF THE ICEBERG LYRICSFIREFLY
© 2013 by Jon Davidson Published by Safe Silver Music (ASCAP) Light this night inside. Wrong is right sometimes. Love is mercury, To rise and fall and flee. Firefly heart is flickering. Firefly heart, on and off again. Light is rarely seen. Shadows in between. Love's no guarantee Of luminosity. Let it glow, Let it glow. Firefly heart is flickering. Firefly heart, on and off again. DEFEND THE REMEDY © 2013 by Jon Davidson, Tyler Chen, Gabe Kniffin Published by Safe Silver Music (ASCAP) Consequences are of little consequence. Tolerance a high tide sand castle pretense. Sanctimonious rage, it's not on the page; it's not on the page. A deity's voice your weapon of choice; your weapon of choice. And you defend the remedy while spreading the disease. You become the malady while falling on your knees. Violence is only persuasion reborn. Common sense says to trample the rose for the thorn. Mercy you have opined can't alter your will; can't alter your will. A dissonant mind your license to kill; your license to kill. HOLLOW MAN © 2013 by Jon Davidson Published by Safe Silver Music (ASCAP) Loved and lonely; strong and frail. Whole and broken; filled and failed. Happy, hopeless; rich and poor. Have it all and still want more. I am a hollow man. I am a hollow man. Filthy, holy; lost and found. Where there's sin, there grace abounds. Can you remedy this dichotomy inside of me? COST OF LOVE © 2013 by Jon Davidson Published by Safe Silver Music (ASCAP) For trodden law and broken covenant the penalty was set. A cup of wrath the punishment that love could not forget. But from the world's foundation a cupbearer preordained To tread the press in righteousness and for our cup be slain. The cost of love The cost of love The cost of love Is greater than we know. Love is only beautiful when the law is strong, And so it was the spotless one sang condemnation's song. The cup was filled, the blood was spilled and justice satisfied. The law could stand for in your hand a world was crucified. The cost of love The cost of love The cost of love Is greater than we know I could never understand it I could never comprehend it All that you would spend to give this love. This love. INTERTWINED © 2004 by Jon Davidson Published by Safe Silver Music (ASCAP) I became the one. I became the one condemned to die. I became the serpent. I became the serpent lifted high. Take a look, take your time. Death and life combine. Hanging intertwined; hanging intertwined; hanging intertwined. Intertwined. The Lamb became the one. The Lamb became the one condemned to die. The Lamb became the serpent. The Lamb became the serpent lifted high. Take a look, take your time. Death and life combine. Hanging intertwined; hanging intertwined; hanging intertwined. Intertwined. AUTOMATIC HEART © 2013 by Jon Davidson Published by Safe Silver Music (ASCAP) Born dead as the clay you're molding. Life out of the breath you're holding. This automatic heart will have a voice. This automatic heart will have a choice. And I am coming to life. And I am coming to life. Born dead as the Son you're killing. Life out of the blood you're spilling. This automatic heart will have a voice. This automatic heart will have a choice. And I am coming to life. And I am coming to life. God severed from God to revive me. God severed from God to revive me. TIP OF THE ICEBERG © 2013 by Jon Davidson Published by Safe Silver Music (ASCAP) Left to my own devices, I tend to try to blur the line Between human and divine. Left to my own devices, I make you in the image of The attributes I love. Somehow I thought I had it figured out It's just the tip of the iceberg. It's just the first of these dominoes to fall. It's just the tip of the iceberg. Evidently these answers are but questions after all, after all. It's just the tip of the iceberg. Left to my own devices, I close the door on faith and mystery And welcome certainty. Left to my own devices, I trade your unpredictability For amicability. As if your constancy equals conformity. As if the Maker can be ruled by what he's made. As if your sanctity equals simplicity. As if the Maker can be ruled by what he's made. BAOBAB © 2013 by Jon Davidson Published by Safe Silver Music (ASCAP) Underneath the dissonance we're made of, I suspect that we are all the same. WAIT (BETTER THAN THIS) © 2013 by Jon Davidson Published by Safe Silver Music (ASCAP) Time, time is an enemy, Marauding the best of me To leave me for dead. Time, time is a surgery: A frontal lobotomy To make me forget. Still I wait for something better than this. Still I wait for something better than this. Time, time is an opiate. I'm as numb as I'll ever get To the vile and unjust. Time, time is insatiable. Hungry mouth that is never full Until we are dust. Still I wait for something better than this. Still I wait for something better than this. Still I wait for this emptiness to be replaced by Something, something, something better. When time has run its course, Your blood my one recourse. The Savior and the source Of something better than this. Still I wait for something better than this. Still I wait for something better than this. Still I wait for this emptiness to be replaced by Something, something, something better than this. Time, time is a trusted friend Taking me to an end That's better than this. Time, time will be nullified. Consummation of deicide: Eternity at your side. Ain't nothin better than this. TO FORGET © 2004 by Jon Davidson Published by Safe Silver Music (ASCAP) Admittedly alone; admittedly declension bound. I'm waiting by the phone; awaiting comprehension now. A year ago today, last time I got a birthday card. A year ago today, last time I ever tried this hard to forget That the answer, it seems, is all that I need, Helpless and alone. But, the answer, it costs more than I got, More than I own. I'm trying hard to care; I'm trying hard to be complete. I'm trying hard to stare, to stare at your bloody feet. Allow me to explain: I think I'm missing something here. Allow me to remain; let me go and let me fear to forget That the answer, it seems, is all that I need, Helpless and alone. But, the answer, it costs more than I got, More than I own. You can't hold, hold on. You can't hold, hold on. But the answer, it seems, is all that I need, Helpless and alone. But, the answer, I see, some nails and a tree, Is bringing me home. TOO MUCH TO ASK © 2013 by Jon Davidson Published by Safe Silver Music (ASCAP) All my little ducks are bleeding in a row, All you wanna say is something apropos. Truth is what I need is just a little truth, So tell it like it is. Is it too much to ask of you? Is it too much to ask of you? Is it too much, too much to ask, to ask of you To tell it like it is? All your butterfly and cotton candy words Make me wanna laugh, make me wanna curse. Truth is what I need even when it hurts. So, tell it like it is. I was under the impression that's what friends are for. I was under the impression that's what friends are for. |