JOSEPH ARTHUR – You’re Not The Only One

Darkness descends
On everyone
Eventually

And still you keep past the hyenas
Wearing idiot suits
Past the reformers with holy pursuits

You’re not the only one trying to hold on
To a kiss from yesterday
To a moment surrendered
When you were sure there was something more to say

And you’re not the only one
With clothes so tattered
The eyes look sideways and then beyond
To thoughts of where you once came from
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
You’re not the only one
Dead still from the beginning
Spinning a tribute to what could be
But you can’t get happy through misery
And you’re not the only one

You’re not the only one
Down streets no shadows ever go
And still you keep moving
Past the shady cameras and artillery whores

You’re not the only one
Against breaking skies and fall away floors
You’re not the only one
Warped and wasted
With poison bought from yesterday

And you’re not the only one
Drunk and holy
Aware of all that’s come before
And what would come to stay

You’re not the only one
In a slumber of booze and dreams
And even high ideals

But who are you
Still a no one
Still a mark
Still a seed
And who are you
You’re not the only one

And who are you
You know you’re not the only one
Who are you
You’re not the only one

JOSEPH ARTHUR – Yer Only Job

Your only job is to be free
Free to live inside a tree
Free to see the way you see
If it’s strange then let it be

Your only job is to be free
Free to laugh, free to sing
Free to think, you might be king
Or you might fly or swim the sea

You have it all when you are free

But freedom puts the fear in some
And they will tell you not to run
And not to dream, all you see
Inside the open world of free

For freedom follows no command
It has no feet, no arm or hand
It has no language, it has no rhyme
It has no clock, no goal or time

For freedom is it’s own reward
It’s own protection without a sword
Without a fight, freedom stands
Holding on with phantom hands
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
To your heart of the sky
Winter lips, mountains cry
Freedom holds, the world above
The reach of death, the reach of love

I don’t wanna waste your time
Come on baby take me home
I don’t wanna waste your time

I don’t wanna waste your time
Come on baby take me home
I don’t wanna waste your time

Freedom is it’s own reward
Distorted power singing chord
Freedom lifts the stars in space
Freedom is an angels face

The planets bouncing rubber balls
Freedom bouncing off your walls
You catch and throw and catch some more
Freedom opens every door
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
And just remember to be free
And you will be the same as me
And I will be the same as you
Sniffing flowers freedom glue

Stuck to stars which shoot through skies
The twinkle twinkle in your eyes
The bed of love on which you sleep
The day of hope, the one you greet

The night of dreams both big and small
The call you hear down freedoms hall
Come home now for home your in
One day gone, the next begin

It’s a circle like wheels which ride
The waves of oceans freedom tide
Welcome home you never left
Maybe lost freedom theft

But you got found freedom bee
Buzzing for eternity
And freedom is the light you see
Enlightened soul turning key

Others see and may wake up
Inspiration freedom cup
Drink the nectar of the soul
Freedom is an endless hole

Which opens up in the sky
It’s a circle you and I
We are one, we are free
I am you and you are me

Yes we are one when we are free
For I am you and you are me
Yes we are one when we are free
For I am you and you are me

I don’t wanna waste your time
Come on baby take me home
I don’t wanna waste your time

I don’t wanna waste your time
Come on baby take me home
I don’t wanna waste your time…

JOSEPH ARTHUR – Wasted Days

Here is my voice of wild damnation
Here is my goodbye song
Here is my suicide bleeding eternal
Here is nowhere to belong

Here is the vein cut wide and grinning
Here are the misery teeth
Here is the drunk in the still room spinning
And the light in the widow’s grief

Here is your will of rot but frozen
Stuck as if death won’t care
Here is your life lost and sitting
Just floating like pollution in air

Here is denial in skulls electric
Still buzzing and from the chair
Death row blunders, fat man switches
The surge which will spike your hair
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Here is rebellion which death affords me
Out of step with these times
Feel free as you drink from the blood I give you
Swallow my love and my crimes

Here is a shadow a blitzkrieg a warlord
Here is a saint and a nun
Here is a rapist a rodent a Buddha
Forgetting the things he has done

In these wasted days
With your broken memory
You find a higher place
In a separate world

In these wasted days
You hum a fragile melody
But you lost your way
And now you just can’t see

Have you a dream or perhaps a nightmare
Have you a gun or a rose
Have you a name or are you transparent
Invisible without your clothes

When you are naked
When you are hungry
When you are free to be gone
Have you a will
Have you a reason
Have you a voice or a song

This is rebellion
A bleeding a beauty
This is what will be ignored
The morals around us call out for violence
Like comfort of those who are bored

Suck back your hostage
Light up your handle
Give all your donkeys away
For when you are here undone and spinning
There is nowhere you can stay

In these wasted days
With your broken memory
You find a higher place
In a separate world

In these wasted days
You hum a fragile melody
But you lost your way
And now you just can’t see

So look into me, look into rebellion
Here I just speak to your soul
Tragedy’s yearning the strength to surrender
Knowing it’s all just a hole

So look into me, look into rebellion
Here I just speak to your soul
Tragedy’s yearning the strength to surrender
Knowing it’s all just a hole

Tell me the truth
And show me the sky
Tell me you’re coming baby
Tell me goodbye
Burn in the fire
As you’re saving your soul
Then make believe you’ve got it all under control

Tell me to call then show me the line
Feel how they fall one by one into your eyes
Tell me you see then show me you’re blind
Tell me you’re free as you drop kick your mind

Tell me the truth
And show me the sky
Tell me you’re coming baby
Tell me goodbye
Burn in the fire
As your saving your soul
Then make believe you’ve got it all under control

Tell me to call then show me the line
Feel how they fall one by one into your eyes
Tell me you see then show me you’re blind
Tell me you’re free as you drop kick your mind

JOSEPH ARTHUR – Travel As Equals

In the dark of grave yard chatter
In the light of freedoms call
In the heat of any matter
We travel as equals or not at all

Bloom disgust and class divide
I saw it written on the wall
The only way we can survive
We travel as equals or not at all

You can’t be in greater comfort
As my pain prevents your fall
The truth will come and tell us brother
We travel as equals or not at all
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
And when we get to where we’re going
Past the divide past the stall
Past the wind that’s always blowing
Travel as equals or not at all

In your way[?], you found a way free
In your way, you found a way, follow me
Give it up, give it up
Give it up to your destiny
In your way, you found a way free

And you might have a greater income
Or you might be dumb and dull
But either way I won’t leave you
Travel as equals or not at all

So help me too in my slumber
If I’m blind in madness hall
If I’m deaf amongst the thunder
Travel as equals or not at all

Lift the way forget the ransom
Free the chain and kick the ball
Let our love take us higher
Travel as equals or not at all

And down the road and through the sky
And on the tracks, hear the gull
Fly above us, without worry
Travel as equals or not at all

I hope your road takes you homeward
And may you always outrun the law
If I’m with you we will always
Travel as equals or not at all

Yes if I’m with you we will always
Travel as equals or not at all
Yes if I’m with you we will always
Travel as equals or not at all

In your way[?], you found a way free
In your way, you found a way, follow me
Give it up, give it up
Give it up to your destiny
In your way, you found a way free

In the dark of grave yard chatter
In the light of freedoms call
In the heat of any matter
We travel as equals or not at all

Bloom disgust and class divide
I saw it written on the wall
The only way we can survive
We travel as equals or not at all

The only way we can survive
We travel as equals or not at all
The only way we can survive
We travel as equals or not at all
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
In your way[?], you found a way free
In your way, you found a way, follow me
Give it up, give it up
Give it up to your destiny
In your way, you found a way free
In your way, you found a way free
In your way, you found a way free

JOSEPH ARTHUR – Touched

There is a twist in everything
Waking up at night
With a headache in a penthouse
That doesn’t belong to you

Waking up with no one
But your own infringment on everything
And yeah you’re a celebration
A diamond ring
But sometimes it just doesn’t mean a thing
You get up and have your coffee
Buy your canvas, throw yourself against a wall
That in some strange instances becomes a sky
Or a vision or a tear
A kind of hallelujah dawn
This mess, this eternity of an existance
It’s either a dull thud or an electric explosion
We all breathe in clouds of smoke
We see lights and then nothing at all
We all want peace as we rampage down streets of chaos
But in the distance
When I reopen my blinded eyes
When I conjure up the will to believe again
I know we are already home
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Me and my folks
Ocean waves against our feet
Can anyone be talk to walk on water
The secrets are whispered in the ocean air
You blessed little children happy to be dancing together
Can you be so bold as to truly look into one another’s eyes
To relax into each other
Somethings don’t have to be explained
You just feel and automatically
Know we are here to heal
These wounds are deep
These wounds are eternal

Touched touched…

We approach death
Like wounded warriors
Arms crossed
Head bandaged
We approach death
When the wild call
Sings broken melodies
To fractured ears
As sunlit shadows
Blend evil fruit motions
Which rise from the street
And wreck torpedo hearts
Windmills spin eternally
Electric hearts beat endlessly
And the pulse of life
Surrenders to no one

Who am I
I’m touched

JOSEPH ARTHUR – Out On A Limb

Sometime
No matter when
I wanna see you
See you again
I wanna hold you
Just like the wind
At night

Blowing
Across the land
When you’re searching for a friend
As I’m hanging out on a limb
In plain sight

Time won’t run away from me
Like you always do
Say you will tonight
And they can’t see what we’ve been through
Faded memories
Blame us too but that’s alright

Walking
Across the floor
Hiding behind the door
Your shadow just disappears without light

Baby you’re still a slave
I wanna give you what you gave
But there’s nothing in your grave tonight

Time won’t run away from me
Like you always do
Say you will tonight
And they can’t see what we’ve been through
Faded memories
Hey are you still alright

Time won’t run away from me
Like you always do
Stay with me tonight

Sometime
No matter when
I wanna see you
See you again
I wanna hold you
Just like the wind
At night

Blowing
Across the land
When you’re searching for a friend
As I’m hanging out on a limb
In plain sight

JOSEPH ARTHUR – No Surrender Comes For Free

Your pupils are almost always pinned
Fly like you will the shape of the wind
Skating on ice at once thinning and thinned
You wait to fall thru to do it again

Your eyes are like pins stabbing my neck
Vampire needs on trains that you wreck
Your heart is a ghost or barely a speck
Play every game and load every deck

Your pupils so small go high to the end
Internal worlds fall and dreams just descend
Disguised all the time an enemy’s friend
Relationships die and never will mend

Under your skull clouds of pure bliss
As you give in to the vampire kiss
A cut in your heart appears on yer wrist
Giving to time the denial of this

No surrender comes for free
No surrender comes for free
No surrender comes for free
No surrender comes for free

Pills just dissolve in bellys of dust
And float to your eyes emotion you trust
Like Bob Dylan said life is sad and a bust
But to get by you face what you must
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
All your lies can’t save you now
A selfish world that broke somehow
Over the moon you jump like a cow
As leaches of thoughts squirm under your brow

Tricks licks kicks and dicks
All get bought and sold and mix
Words break bones like stones and sticks
As you run out of veins to fix

Shattered eyes still smiles wide
Under clouds you love to hide
You’d rather die than swallow pride
As walls build up and up inside

But no surrender comes for free
No surrender comes for free
No surrender comes for free
No surrender comes for free
That’s right

A cloudy demon with angel breath
Floating forward backward death
Nothing to gain and nothing left
Just the evidence of theft

From yourself you stole what’s true
If it could work I’d do it too
Follow the lonely line of you
Until there’s no way to come back through

Bleeding eyes and holy toes
Blissful fingers where no one goes
The things you’ve done no one knows
But what you hide still always shows

Touching on epiphany
But no surrender comes for free
No surrender comes for free
No surrender comes for free

Follow you or follow me
Follow you or follow me
No surrender comes for free
If they could see the things you see

No surrender comes for free
If they could see the things you see
No surrender comes for free
Follow you or follow me
No surrender comes for free
No surrender comes for free

No surrender comes for free
No surrender comes for free
That’s right

JOSEPH ARTHUR – Night Clothes

The sun is out, I got no shades
The moon in my pocket, I got it made
Riding my bike for a free guitar
Sweating in leather, my eye is the scar
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
She scratched me awake
Must’ve been a bad dream
Blood for a tear
And a kiss for a scream
Night clothes

Say a prayer for my sister
Drink my coffee down
The jukebox is blaring
An old fashioned sound

The street kids are walking
With books made of junk
With words drinking on them
Until they are drunk

Voices in echoes
Stir into noise
The soundtrack of chaos
Girls beating boys
Night clothes

I’m in my nightclothes
Still from the night before
Too many layers
And I can’t reach the floor

All the time floating
On a bike made of wings
Sweating and laughing
As my lost angel sings

Deep in hells kitchen
With hookers and saints
Workers of metal
And gypsies with paints

Spraying on people
On city brick walls
Who somehow can listen
When euphoria calls

The world is a flood
Of music and light
Of day bleeding backwards
In the folly of night

The city must be
Where gods like to hang
Their monkey hearts beat
Like drums in the rain
In my nightclothes

[?]

Here in my city
I’m blessed and I’m cursed
Not nearly the best
But close to the worst

Blessed are the meek
The rodents, the slaves
For we are still close
To exploding the graves

To dance here with death
And music and light
Through agony days
And the freedom of night
In my nightclothes

I’m in my nightclothes
And the coffee is gone
To move through the veins
Of this old city’s song

The laughter the music
The tears are the words
The melody suspended
Like wires and birds

Floating and changing
Resolved to be free
The light that’s in you
Is in them and in me
In my nightclothes

I’m in my nightclothes
Still from the night before
I’m in my nightclothes
Still from the night before

JOSEPH ARTHUR – Mother Of Exiles

Is there a mother of exiles
Is there a father of truth
Is there a shepherd to take us
Through the darkness of youth

Are there words that bring salvation
Is there a sky that never falls
Is there a voice, which moves love
That knows the hollow of your calls

Is there light that sings your heart song
Is there hearts in ghosts that haunt
Do shadows ever whisper
As they die from the weight of want
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Did I ever really need you
Or was it an illusion born of time
Will you fade from my memory
Could I recover my lost mind

Is this road never ending
From this life and beyond
Are we always somewhere sending
The signal moving on

And if love itself can’t save us
What use the cry of man
If love itself can’t save us
What is the master plan

The sky is always falling
My will is dying here
The voices always calling
Behind the waves of need and fear

Give up now surrender
What are you and where
Who are you deceiving
When you pretend to care

A night owl and a carcass
A widow and a snake
A fire burning nothing
Except the will to need and take

A fire reaching higher
It may even lick the sun
God can feel its heat now
As all his humans run

From desire to desire
From need to bleeding need
With mouths still opened skyward
The mother still must feed

Is there a mother of exiles
Is there a father of truth
Will anyone find her way home
Or to the heart and soul of youth

JOSEPH ARTHUR – Kandinsky

The whole world shakes me down
The Holy Ghost in rags
I’ve been burning up this town
And flipping tiny bags

Zeus gave a blade
Apollo stuck him up
I committed to the fade
But then drank another cup

It’s a dirty song that runs
For your fingers in your chest
Trying to feel for bombs and guns
Or a heart without a vest

Bullet proof, good or not
Wrecked the weekend coming now
I will see you at the spot
With my murdered sacred cow

Shadows are red inside
Shadows they dream in rainbows
Shadows cave into fountains of color
When we close and avert our eyes
Shadows recognize our poverty
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Kandinsky is in my room
So is Edgar Allan Poe
The shadows dream in color
And that is their final revenge
When we go under
It’s nothing but art deco black and white
Andy Warhol submarines
Frying fish of the ages

Shadows are red inside
Shadows dream in rainbows
Shadows cave into fountains of color
We close and avert our eyes
Shadows recognize our poverty

And even pray over us
With minds full of grey
And rapid eyes scanning the bottom of the ocean
On the middle of the day
Kandinsky is in my room
Smoking a brown cigarette
And I ignore him and read my orange book
Until suddenly he says ‘hey’
And as I look up
He turns into a shadow
So that the cigarette falls
And the smoke rises slow
Filling the space where his body once was
Filling the space where his body once was
Filling the space where his body once was

JOSEPH ARTHUR – I Miss The Zoo

I miss the drunk, I miss the fiend
I miss the simplicity of addiction and the scene
I miss wandering aimlessly in half dead sewers
With rats for eyes chewing on forgiveness and the will to apologize
I miss the return of no return as I burn in avalanche of white snow and yellow cocaine
I miss talking to brick walls while following the grain
And human dolls as I plagiarize myself like a dummy
Stuffed with counterfeit money for Cairo and black honey
I miss illusions begging to be chased
Even as they disappear into me erased
Until there is no one or nothing but the chase
And a powdery ghost with no face or faith
And the woman of my dream disappearing without grace
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
I Miss The Zoo
I Miss The Zoo
I Miss The Zoo

I miss evolving into a cloud of blue marijuana
Blown from the lips of hookers and pimps
As they smack each other down in alleys for the dammed but mighty
With no one but the weak around and the beautiful unsightly

I miss numb Neanderthals marching in rows of living dead
From my wisdom teeth to Spain and back again in my head
I miss salvation in syringes and angels of mercy
In blooms of smoke numbing rain which drinks when thirsty
I miss glasses full of spirits who without tongues speak to me of napoleons wild nights
I miss staying up for days and becoming a psychic pretzel flying kites
Chewed on by a Zulu heading with toads to mars
A mysterious prison and one without bars

I Miss The Zoo
I Miss The Zoo
I Miss The Zoo

I miss waking in the arms of strangers like puppies
Just born in the pound to a dead mother with eyes sealed shut
Looking for a tit to suck and other dangers
When only the night before laughter was the only pursuit
Even as knives carved up our backs and demons sat like Buddhas eating fruit
Meditating on hate forever in our minds
I miss exposing my bones and the need that rewinds
Even my burning home, even my gutted inner child
Even my dead grandfather beneath the ground that’s wild
Even my criminal family, even my weedwacker thoughts
Whipping a thin plastic string to cut the ears of others as I sing
I miss van Gogh’s revenge, I miss his nightly binge
I miss spiders surrounding my bed and lifting me as if an effigy
Or a Dead King or a prophet of doom
A Jesus for the apocalypse wearing dirt like perfume
Or a mother for Satan or a ghost for all the children of abuse
And taking me into the fire watching me burn like a goose
As they sing in spider voices
There goes creation, there goes the moon
There goes the butterfly wanting a cocoon
I miss being a bloom and a goon
[?] too soon, in the afternoon
A doctor of regret
Hanging onto guitar strings in tune
And hanging by a belt wrapped around some pipe to nowhere and felt
My lips too wrapped around what appears to be stained glass
As religious figures dress like rocks with class
Burn into gas to the center of my brain
The euphoria of dying and being born all at once
While wearing the hat that reads ‘dunce’

I Miss The Zoo
I Miss The Zoo
I Miss The Zoo

JOSEPH ARTHUR – I Am The Mississippi

Along the edge of the mississippi
A thousand hearts bleed
My heart looking for something to execute
In the mississippi
Up against its current
My heart so alive
Submerged in the [?] dark

Who could hold me here
Who could hold me down
Sitting on the edge of the mississippi
River of slaves
River of bones
I have been down here
Across generations
A lifetimes ago
I was sold amongst the thieves
I don’t ignore the cries
I hear them

I am conscious along the mississippi
I hear the footsteps of ghosts
I hear them scream behind me
I see their boats sink
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
But I am very alive
She draws me to her breath
She whispers with her voice
Her comfort is all I want or need
Alone on saturday night
Me and the mississippi

Two rivers flowing together
Flowing internal
A river of darkness
A river of light
Blend as one

Together against the impossible
Ends we face
Our lunatic charm
She can never claim me
Nor I her
We flow together eternal
We flow together as one

And I am the mississippi

JOSEPH ARTHUR – Humanity Fade

We are connected to the main frame
Connected to the wire
Connected to the human brain
Of roses and fire

We are connected to cyber space
Connected to death
The only thing we never feel
Is the weight of our breath

Out here in the country
With the night coming on
Connected now to nothing
Like dogs in a storm

Apocalypse is coming
Here come the undead
Marching in chaos
Like the thoughts in your head

We are connected to the main frame
With our souls plugged in
Our spirits are now digital
We were electrical skin

We are figments of the Internet
It’s hand reaching out
Bleeding through our eyes
In the heart of our drought
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
The desert here is empty
Our cure is disease
Our god is on a screen
The sky on its knees

The rain of pollution
The fog of ideas
There is no absolution
Just crocodile tears

Here comes the revolution
No army to beat
No big bomb exploding
Or cyanide to eat

Computer domination
A world without bounds
A soul in mutilation
Like the silence of sounds

Here come the revolution
Electronically made
The death of evolution
The humanity fade
Humanity fade
Humanity fade

JOSEPH ARTHUR – Gypsy Faded

I am ready and I’m letting go now
That is what I am doing
That’s what this turmoil has been all about
That and the rumors of who you’ve been screwing
I’m not burying my head in the sand
I say this with peace love and understanding
I’m glad you’re in some kinda peaceful place now
But darling you were definitely the last one of us standing

When you
Gypsy faded on us
I needed to say goodbye
But you
Gypsy faded on us

I guess there’s always a chance of us coming back together
But that seems unlikely in this kind of weather
I just never saw it coming so forgive me the shock
Of becoming a stranger walking down my own block
I’m getting over it though you are fading from my view
And soon I hope you will be gone as I have been gone for you
I do however want to say that I wish you the best
Past the anger of betrayal and the need to second guess

When you
Gypsy faded on us
I needed to say goodbye
But you
Gypsy faded on us

I don’t feel you anymore
We were holding phantom hands
I don’t feel you anymore
We were holding phantom hands

I don’t want stir this all back up
But leavin’ in Vegas proved extra painful for me
It’s easier to deal with things like this when they’re clear
Whereas once I was blind, I can finally see

And like that old saying goes
When you let your bird fly
If she comes back to you
She’s really yours and free
But this time you didn’t come back
So I guess you weren’t mine
I still love you of course
But I let go of the need

When you
Gypsy faded on us
I needed to say goodbye
But you
Gypsy faded on us

When you
Gypsy faded on us
I needed to say goodbye
But you
Gypsy faded on us

JOSEPH ARTHUR – Free Freedom

I see you here
Locked outside
I want you in
Come inside
I’ve been lost
A scattered ghost
No kind being
A shadow host

You my guest
I haunt you now
You the best
Still here somehow
Love and light and sin again
Our limitations
Breathe us in

And breathe us out
Swallowed whole
No salvation
Found below
In the head
Or in the soul
Wandering always
Takes its toll

London Paris New York you
All the cities
We been too
And back and forth
And here and there
All to say
I really care

And see your moon
And see your glow
The way you walk
And what you show
And what you don’t
And what you hide
Sometimes you’re gone
And still inside
And still inside

I finally find a way to go
I finally find a way to go
I finally find a way to go
I finally find a way to go

Make believers
In the sky
In the earth
Pass us by
Mother father
Slave and king
All of us
Should finally sing

Freedom freedom
All around
Freedom freedom
Falling down
Freedom freedom
Under love
Freedom freedom
Up above

Freedom freedom
Me and you
Freedom freedom
Red and blue
White and black
Yellow grey
Take it all
To give away

Freedom in
Freedom out
In a whisper
Freedom shout
Freedom head
Freedom soul
Bury freedom
In a hole

Watch it grow
Manifest
Everyday
You arrest
Freedom locked
In a cage
Swallowed keys
The turning page

In the eyes
The leper sage
In the broom
Sweeping rage
Freedom need
Freedom cure
Give us dreams
Make us pure

Make us you
In the sea
Give us wealth
Make us free
Free the freedom
That you’d be
If you could
Get yourself free

Free the freedom
That you’d be
If you could
Get yourself free

Free the freedom
That you’d be
If you could
Get yourself free

Free the freedom
That you’d be
If you could
Get yourself free

Free the freedom
That you’d be
If you could
Get yourself free

I finally find a way to go
I finally find a way to go
I finally find a way to go
I finally find a way to go

JOSEPH ARTHUR – Fractures

I float like an old piece of wood on the Hudson
I may have a purpose
But it’s mysterious to me
I wait in dark corners for instruction
Get on my bike
Peddle over bridges
Along rivers and wind back where I started

And so in moments of weakness or strength
I ask god for forgiveness and guidance
Then I fall asleep
And meet him somewhere along the fractures

And so in moments of weakness or strength
I ask god for forgiveness and guidance
Then I fall asleep
And meet him somewhere along the fractures
And in the breaks, along the fractures
And in the breaks, all along the fractures
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
I go fishing
A giant rod with a string and a hook
I work into the cracks
With no idea what I want back
Standing on my heart
Like a world in turmoil
Alone with God
A vagrant
A figment
An idiot
With no thoughts or ideas

Something tugs on the string
And I keep floating down the river
Riding over bridges
Advancing the myth called surrender

All bones break
All skulls crack and turn cold
In moments of strength or weakness
I ask for help

And so in moments of weakness or strength
I ask god for forgiveness and guidance
Then I fall asleep
And meet him somewhere along the fractures

And so in moments of weakness or strength
I ask god for forgiveness and guidance
Then I fall asleep
And meet him somewhere along the fractures

And so in moments of weakness or strength
I ask god for forgiveness and guidance
Then I fall asleep
And meet him somewhere along the fractures

And so in moments of weakness or strength
I ask god for forgiveness and guidance
Then I fall asleep
And meet him somewhere along the fractures
And in the breaks, along the fractures
And in the breaks, all along the fractures

JOSEPH ARTHUR – Redemption City

Redemption city
Is where I live
Redemption city
I got nothing to give

Bide my time
And find you to forgive
Redemption city
Is where I live

Redemption city
Is where I come from
Redemption city
The beat in every drum

Redemption city
The blood that’s in my veins
Skyscrapers and sewers
And love that flows down drains

Redemption city
Buildings falling down
Redemption city
Skulls stuck in the ground

Redemption city
Night gives into dawn
As evil fills the streets
The love keeps moving on

Redemption city
I fell but now I’m free
Redemption city
In you there’s no more me

Redemption city
I breathe in your air
As destruction and revolution
Are building everywhere

Maybe you wanna come home
Maybe you wanna get away
Maybe you wanna go out
You’ll find redemption
Real redemption

Redemption city
Sons and daughters save
Redemption city
Built in every grave

Redemption city
The light in every cave
Freeing every soldier
Every master now a slave

Redemption city
Morning paper trains
Redemption city
Nectar and the stains

Redemption city
Blood on every hand
The cold rain in each eye
Killing every man

Redemption city
No place left to park
Redemption city
Not safe after dark

Redemption city
The fire from each spark
Shooting from the blackness
Born from every heart

Redemption city
Blood runs through the streets
Redemption city
Where saints drink wine with freaks
Redemption city
Salvations naked here
And Satans in the cold speaking with his fear
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Redemption city
His fear is made of doves
Redemption city
Sobered up his buzz

Redemption city
Now Satan’s falling down
And the people come to stab him
And put him in the ground

Maybe you wanna come home
Maybe you wanna get away
Maybe you wanna go out
You’ll find redemption
Real redemption

Redemption city
Is where I live
Redemption city
I got nothing to give

Bide my time
And find you to forgive
Redemption city
Is where I live

Redemption city
Is where I come from
Redemption city
The beat in every drum

Redemption city
The blood that’s in my veins
Skyscrapers and sewers
And love that flows down drains

Maybe you wanna come home
Maybe you wanna get away
Maybe you wanna go out
You’ll find redemption
Real redemption
You’ll find redemption
Real redemption