Songs About / On: TRUTH

Truth hides under fallen rocks and stones
At the end of a disconnected phone (that’s where the truth hides)
Truth hides buried deep beneath your feet
At the end of an unmarked street (that’s where the truth hides) read more »

Sleep lay behind me like a broken ocean
Strange waking dreams before my eyes unfold
You lay there sleeping like an open doorway
I stepped outside myself and felt so cold read more »

(Music: Steer)
(Lyrics: Walker)
You should never take too literally what you read
Misinformation, distortion, make belief
Fabrications, half truths implied read more »

I'm sick & tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth
I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied son-of-tricky-dicky's
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me with just a bundle of hope
It's money for dope
Money for rope

No short-haired, yellow-bellied son-of-tricky-dicky's
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me with just a bucket of soap
It's money for dope
Money for rope
I'm sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending, mother's little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth
I've had enough of watching scenes
With schizophrenic, egocentric, paranoiac prima donnas
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied son-of-tricky-dicky's
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me with just a bucket of soap
It's money for dope
Money for rope

[Repeat 1st & 2nd verses] read more »

You're just angry
And I'm just standing here while you're down
Now I see the real world
When it's too late
When it's too late to matter now read more »

If you wrote a book with a page for
each memory
And put it in hardback for people to buy
The critics would laugh, yeah they'd call
it ridiculous
And sit around waiting for Porky to fly read more »

Willy jackson, stanley davies, spencer cliss
Rosita delicious, sandy hooker

No money
You telly, lilly
And you willy
Think I’m just another fool read more »

(Laurie Freelove)
Above all things
we were looking
out to all things
that could be known read more »

Here inside this quiet room there’s direction
Outside in the sultry noon-time reflection
A million people scurry
They’re looking for advice
None willing to lend charity, just exercise their read more »

In the overcrowded cities where the nights are bright as day
You spend your weekly paycheck and turn your eyes away
From the crisis we’ve created with our self-indulgent ways
Living like there’s no tomorrow, well that just might be the case read more »