The Trouble with Now

A somber meditation on the general state of malaise affecting our avaracious and implacable country right now.

All of our prisoners, they schemed and conspired
Plotting to bring the house down
The rain was relentless, but now it is gone
So what is the trouble with now?

The trouble with now is the sickness
The trouble is that there’s no cure
The trouble with now is the malice we live in
And no one can stand anymore

Our miseries were endless, our land was in flames
The fields were all bloody and brown
But all of these battles have come and now passed
So what is the trouble with now?

The trouble with now is the sickness
The trouble is that there’s no cure
The trouble with now is the malice we live in
And no one can stand anymore

The best of the day is still lying before us
From battleground back to the plow
The future unfolds if we let the past go
Tell me, what is the trouble with now?

The trouble with now is the sickness
The trouble is that there’s no cure
The trouble with now is the malice we live in
And no one can stand anymore.

Witchcraft

It was sad to see her in this state
Alone and tired and sordid
Face proclaiming innocence
And all the facts distorted
They hanged her before nightfall
In the Salem village square
No one knew her virtue
Till she was gone and swinging there

Blue and Free

I cannot hold the sorrow
Anymore within this smile
It spills out of the edges
Falls around me for awhile
Swims in circles against whirlpools
Looks for light within the sea
Ever deeper into darkness
Until it leaves me blue and free

Your Water

My mouth never tires
Of calling the sound of your name
It is water to me
From the cloud rolling over the plain

Rolling in darkness
Rolling a rainbow at dawn
Your name is the river
That all of this water falls on

Falling at will
Falling reflections of you
And dream of this water
Is all that I ever will do

Humming

In the middle of the night
I hear her humming
It’s not the wind, it’s not the clock
Electricity flowing only
In my head I hear her humming
Too much vibration for a dream
She’s been gone but she is coming
She’s not a bird, nor firefly
This empty space beside my place
Hallucination, or her face?
It’s moving though she’s far away
Far away and humming