Mad World

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere.
The tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad World
Mad World

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And they feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me whats my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad World
Mad World
Enlarge your world
Mad World

Christmas Eve

IN AN OLD CITY BAR
THAT IS NEVER TOO FAR
FROM THE PLACES THAT GATHER
THE DREAMS THAT HAVE BEEN

IN THE SAFETY OF NIGHT
WITH IT’S OLD NEON LIGHT
IT BECKONS TO STRANGERS
AND THEY ALWAYS COME IN

AND THE SNOW IT WAS FALLING
THE NEON WAS CALLING
THE MUSIC WAS LOW
AND THE NIGHT
CHRISTMAS EVE

AND HERE WAS THE DANGER
THAT EVEN WITH STRANGERS
INSIDE OF THIS NIGHT
IT WAS EASIER TO BELIEVE

FOR IT WAS INTO THIS BAR
THAT I HAPPENED TO WANDER
TO STARE INTO A GLASS
AND MY UNIVERSE PONDER

SO I WALKED UP TO THE COUNTER
SHOOK THE SNOW OFF MY COAT
THEN I ORDERED A WHISKEY
THAT I USED LIKE A MOAT

BUT AN OLD MAN SOON JOINED ME
AND ASKED IF I KNEW THE TIME
ONE WORD LED TO ANOTHER
AND SOMEHOW I DIDN’T MIND

THEN HE OFFERED A DRINK
FROM A BOTTLE ‘NEATH HIS COAT
AND HE SMILED A LITTLE SMILE
AS IT TRICKLED DOWN MY THROAT

AND I FELT MYSELF RELAXING
HERE AMONG THE GHOSTS THAT FAILED
THEN THE OLD MAN TOPPED MY GLASS OFF
AND BEGAN THIS LITTLE TALE

IN THE MOMENTS OF OUR LIVES
BOTH THE JOYOUS AND THE TRAGIC
IF THE TRUTH IS TO BE TOLD
WE ARE ALL PURSUING MAGIC

AND THE MAGIC THAT WE SEEK
AS WE’RE SURE YOU HAVE DISCOVERED
CAN BE FOUND IN CERTAIN PLACES
FAR MORE EASILY THAN OTHERS

IN THE SAND BENEATH THE SPHINX
IN THE DREAMS OF CANDLELIGHT
BUT THE SUREST PLACE OF ALL
IS IN THE FORGIVING WORLD OF NIGHT

AND OF ALL THE NIGHTS THROUGHOUT THE YEAR
THAT COME AND GENTLY LEAVE
NONE HOLD THE DREAM OF MAGIC
LIKE THE EVENING, CHRISTMAS EVE

AND SO IT’S ON THIS NIGHT
WITH IT’S PROMISE DEEP WITHIN
AS THE SNOW NOW STARTS TO FALL
OUR STORY DOES BEGIN

Menschliches–Allzumenschliches

There’s a very large chuck of me who wants to simply stay in that scene forever. At some point today, between cutting the tree down and opening the XBox, I just wanted to fall down to the ground and blow away. I wanted to be beaten around, to be removed from human existence, and exist as something pretty. I woke up after that and drove home in our gas-starved SUV. I hate thinking about you, because you really are everywhere I go. It’s all too human, and I just want to be a leaf on the forest floor, rotting to nothingness.

I just remembered how much I hate you. It’s bittersweet sometimes, but others, I could probably wring your neck. Have you ever wondered what you would do if you were trying to escape a sinking boat? Would you help someone? As much as I hate you, I would save you. I’m human, all too human. That’s a good hint.