Misfit in the country... rebel in a deep red sea. Sometimes i wonder where we get the outrage energy. Ride the bucking trends... we're all neighbors and friends... and revel in the human company. And the coolest place in the world is all i see. Bill gates and Lady Ga Got nothing on me. I don't need to work in Hollywood or Nashville Tennessee... i don't need no Botox... corn row plugs... or plastic surgery. I got everything i need and it's right in front of me. The coolest place in the world is all i see. Misfit on the metro... it moves too fast for me. And hard to find kindness in a cold gray concrete sea. But i can play this guitar... and boost this energy... the city on the hill's luminosity. And the coolest place in the world will follow me. It's my urban cowboy philosophy. I don't mind tilting windmills... strange possibilities. I don't need no proud illusions... to boost my self esteem. Everything's in play... what will be will surly be. The coolest place in the world will follow me. Misfit in the church... UP the academy. Miracles and myths... inexplicabilities. I don't need consistent... existential certainties... but every day's a GIFT... can't you see? And the coolest place in the world is where i'll be. LOVE will win the day... just wait and see. I don't fear creation... or the void on infinity... i don't need to cling to memes or things... it's ALL illusory. I AM the multiverse... the multiverse is me. The coolest place in the world is all i see... The coolest place in the world will follow me... The coolest place in the world is where i'll be.

What are these tears and blood? Is it dust in your eye or April's flashing nighttime sky? Why do your eyes disobey you? What's the matter with your heart? You can't tame the untamable... don't you know? And would you criticize your man then offer solace? You know my soul from the sands of time and all its promise. And would you write this moment down for the sake of children? And answer the call of the hurricane? Down to you... Down to you... blameless! Do you hear the distant call? Soaking toil in splendor... belonging to the night of endless dream? And do you carry weight of worlds... summoning strength of billions... and sending monsters to their doom? And would you criticize your man then offer solace? You know my soul from the sands of time and all its promise. And would you write this moment down for the sake of children? And answer the call of the hurricane? Down to you... Down to you... blameless! How can you bring me down... my secret now revealed? From you... there is no cure... my fate has been sealed. And how can i make it through the night when thoughts of you infect me? And turn my comfort into pain... and rob me of my sleep? You know you can't hide your lies... i saw you fall to your knees at the ruins. And would you do all these things... then return to every day... flags waving full in breezes? And would you criticize your man... then offer solace? You know my soul from the sands of time and all its promise. And would you write this moment down for the sake of children... and answer the call of the hurricane? Down to you... Down to you... ah blameless!

© Tim Calvery (Hays, KS): Yeeeaaaaa! Everybody knows... that life's s'pose to be a blast... So have fun and make it last... don't throw it away. Everybody knows... that life's s'pose to be a ball... So don't you think nothin' at all... just act your age. Yeeaaaaa! If you're feelin' lonely... sad or even blue... You are not the only one who has or is going to. Yeeeeaaaaaa! Everybody goes... through life without a second chance. So have a ball... sing and dance... get carried away... Yeeeeaaaaaa! Everybody shows... Turn out the lights... it's a rock-n-roll show. There's nothing better than rock-n-roll... Everybody knows.... Yeaaaaaaaaaa... Everybody knows!

I see you wear your lifestyle on your sleeve like a bloodstain from the war... and you don't see just what you got till the good things are out your door. And in classic style... you brave the miles and the fire within your soul... on a promise that the other side will find you to have grown. But there's a solitary man who spent a lifetime in the weeds... a passé sort of fate he'll live to see... and if only just another round could keep his hopes alive... waiting for his big break to arrive. So you work... you save... you watch your days go slowly ticking by. You watch your YouTube playlists and wonder why you didn't try. And the morning sun is up and staring right into your eyes... as you drive to work you squint and curse the years a-flyin' by. But there's a solitary man who'd give his left nut to succeed... a passé sort of fate he'll live to see. And all the tea in China could not help him change his mind... he's waiting for his big break to arrive. There's a chance you ought to take... it's waiting right outside your door. But sometimes we fight with schemers and hustlers and end up on the floor. In a broken kind of gate you stumble closer to your cave. In a flash of sight... you find you might be better off a slave. But there's a solitary man who's got the right stuff... he believes... a passé sort of fate he'll live to see. It's a shame to think of all the happiness he's passed by... waiting for his big break to arrive. Solitary man... things are never what they seem... and in time you might see what love really means. And the solitary answer to the question that you bring... lies between the path you've chosen and your dreams... between the path you've chosen and your dreams.

The town crier... sent a message to the priest. He said he could not escape... said he couldn't believe... The things that he saw... the things they did... The nightmares in his head... the trouble. The priest wrote back and began the thread... He said... "Try to relax... calm your noisy head"... He said, "All this has happened before... The corruption and the war... exploitation... degradation... The slaughter of the innocent... it's all gonna happen again" The walrus sent a message to his generals... He said, "Send those dirty bastards down a fiery hole... Don't hesitate... don't make me wait... these are evil doers... Smite their bodies to the floor!" The general wrote back and advanced the thread... He said, "Try to think about this with a cooler head"... He said, "All this has happened before... the trouble and the war... The encroachment of the enemy... the brave heroes lost... It don't have to happen again!" No no... no no... no no And all... along the world wide web... The words contained in the tiniest thread... Stitch a patch-quilt picture of truth... from Ramallah to the Hague... From Berlin to Jerusalem... from sea to shining sea... From the barrio to the penthouse suite... What does it say about you? What does it say about me? What will it say about us?

Keenan & Ron Rohlf (collaboration): Turning on a spit... don't forget to save a hit... For the child in the pit... all alone without a bit... Of strength with which split... extra words -o- twisted wit... For the king and his sickness... significant seizure fit... Amiss... a flight bound to slip into the the chasm of wish... In nirvana my honor... is it a sin to live? What is what... shall we begin? Dig a little deeper and arise within... We might win! Oh... the judgement of God... Will be harsh... will be swift... Moving down through the stratosphere... To the folly of man... and we... The righteous agents of God... Have got to face the awesome truth... Sometimes redemption requires discipline! This stone only rolls for whom the bell tolls... Every mockingbird droll... simple steps to patrol... Where the kindness creates a hole... conqueror... Famine... plague overtake the soul... Declaring a winding writing of river scrolls... To protect the blocked doors... court jest control... A path to the last dash... magnetically attached... To the Shiva receiver releasing seismic attack... ATTACK back! Oh... the judgement of God... Will be harsh... will be swift... Moving down through the stratosphere... To the folly of man... and we... The righteous agents of God... Have got to face the awesome truth... Sometimes redemption requires discipline! I am... The dark tower of gold... ...i am the story to be told! Children bygone summoning centuries old... Shining withered timeless words sold... To a gullible mass... as the pipers foretold... Rising fire-birds pass... dropping knowledge of soul... As a means of sharing bounties... Cold hard CHA-CHING robbed from energy... Hemorrhaging workers routing to mob... The power in their hands... the botulism bomb... From the miracle of ONE voice... ONE indivisible YAWP... to the pool of us all... But for naught in the fall... Away into the looming Eden don't revolve... Around the will of a human...through a crystalline ball... it's the cut of the cards... it's the timing your calls... When we shuffle the board... eroding judgments of God... Another breach in the shore... another price receipt dropped... Every kink in the cord... we fight the lice in these locks... Boss... we did our best and lost... toss from the roster... Shot from the top... tethered topple into vacancy patient... Awaiting waiting rot... God... i'm the diseased lost... Repeat what i've seen... my relief... bogged... Keeping what we reap... we will never please y'all... In deep indeed... receiving either team’s laws... We speed...we oversee other side of the sea... Cleaning dreams overseas... making gleam the priests... Peace by a beat down... ring around feast... Hoard gorge on the gore... the four horsies reap... Torn... course from the plan? Agreed... That’ll never force me... ...to abandon thee... kapish?

Come you vegetarians... In Doctor's leather shoes... Work the ethic of the red... While you're voting the blue... You deny that there's a god... Then say your daily prayers... You watch your food and steps... then go on weekly benders. Prisoner of circumstance... Locked in a cage of woe... A walking contradiction... With nowhere else to go. Come you defenders of life... Support your nation's wars... Talk about sacrifice... But won't pay taxes any more... Saints... saints in a world drenched in sin... Well... don't you know... Sometimes redemption... REQUIRES discipline! Prisoner of circumstance... Locked in a cage of woe... A walking contradiction... With nowhere else to go. Hey hey hey... Prisoner of circumstance... locked in a cage of woe... A walking contradiction... With nowhere else to go. A prisoner of circumstance... And they could be truly free... But they're walking contradictions... Just like you and me... Like you and me... Like you... and me... ...and Charlie Sheen.

When handsome darkness flies toward the light... And brave saddle-brats refuse to fight... When rain pours down wisdom from the sky... I am almost done! When rolling pain comes closing in... And a million micro-biting robot chins... Sink deep afflicted flesh within... I am almost done! Almost done... Bustin' my hump on the treadmill of a life... Gotta be... gotta be a better way! Gonna get up off of my knees... And follow my original drums... Gonna do it before it gets to late! When gaming fans jump to their feet... And worried myth-swallowers skip a beat... And flaming sword chasers facing the heat... I am almost done! When challenge junkies trade and fall... And terrified teetotalers do the crawl... For style peddlers speaking for us all... I am almost done! Almost done... Swabbin' the decks on this ill-begotten cruise... It's been real... but it's time to go... Gonna step up to the bridge... And chart out a change of course. Go from down and out... to gung-ho! At close of yet another day... As babies sleep and angels pray... I find the strength to clear my throat and say... I am almost done... I am almost done... I am almost done...!!