All Lyrics copyright Sherwood Gainer © all rights reserved
Dreams
It used to be that everything I ever wanted
I could have in dreams
You used to be the only one I ever wanted
the only one in my dreams
Now I'm awake I'm wide awake you’re by my side
you’re in my life out of my dreams
And when I sleep theres nothing more that I could want
I’ve no more need for dreams
Spark
working my way through the day;
through the motions like a dream
one hundred three shades of gray
is there more than there would seem
finding my mind so behind
I need to focus like a beam
i know I just need a little spark
to get my motor started
left foot in front of the right
how much farther till we get there
mind working slow kind of low
I don’t know I feel I'm paired
it seems that my beans lack caffeine
it’s a scheme it isnt fair
i know I just need a little spark
to get me back in gear
wow even now I don’t know how
I ever got up in the morning
we all hit a wall and we stall
this is getting old and boring
i need to break the routine, intervene,
change the scene or change the scoring
i know I just need a little spark
to get back in the game
In Motion
I’m in motion
I’m the commotion
an old school groove
a new age move
I'm a reaction
I'm an emotion
rhythm is the muse
dance is the devotion -- I'm in motion
I’m in motion
I’m a notion
I'm constant change no limit to my range
I'm the equation
I'm the promotion
I'm restless every day
my objective is to stay all ways in motion
vibration oscillation activation participation
gyration liberation acceleration sensation
snare attraction, bass allure. Locomotion is the cure
a rhythmic agent provocateur -- I'm in motion
Off And On And On
there’s x and x and x and y
for him and her and she and I
i wonder woman if we see
the same differences differently
part united status quota
three point one four a la moda
standing still then once upon
we’re off and on and on and on
the emperor’s new novelty
a tragic strip commodity
shadow and illumination
facts in our Imagination
slowly showing bit by bitter
puzzle piece survival fitter
sooner later now and then
we’re off and on and on again
make a “u” turn of events
for reasoning outside the fence
or run away and join the circuit
figure eight bit how to work it
sandwich counter culture lost
the two for t are double crossed
courting jesters play the pawn
the count is off and on and on
Busy Bones (Too Much Work)
you can rest, when you’re dead
that is what they always said
but there’s too much work
no time to spare
too much work
more than I can bear
too much work
but find someone who cares
no one ever said that the afterlife is fair
death benefits, I confess: we were wrong all along
who could know, after all it was a guess
Vanishing Highway
Vanishing highway don’t go astray
keep me between the lines
do not forsake -- help me awake
and see the signs
All that I see all I know
are what the lights reveal
the beams are stark against so much dark,
I can’t be sure what’s real
I'm unafraid as I drift and fade
toward my resting place
where darkness hides and shadows reside
I will leave no trace
Blue Words
Well it ain't exactly fun
when you're underneath the gun,
and told you’ve only just begun
to pay your dues
still, one thing I know for sure –
I hope they never find a cure
for that sacred tawdry pure thing
called the blues
I'm sure I wouldn’t know ma’am
(if it) should be called it slow jam
or a 12-step self-help program
you can use
for relationships that fall apart
or other matters of the heart,
there’s no advice I can I'm part—
I must recuse.
(but) don’t be overly concerned about
how everything will turnout
You’ll end up losing sleep ‘n burnout
like a fuse
For these or anything that boarders
upon ailments or disorders
repeat the eight and 40 quarters --
watch the cues
it’s the cure and its depression,
its expression and confession
just fall back on the progression
it’s no ruse
it’s like a special kind of gift --
the way the root, the 4th and 5th
can always give morale a lift,
it just cant lose
yup, one thing I know for sure
I hope they never find a cure
for that sacred tawdry pure thing
called the blues
Darkest Days
im no stranger to failure
dissapointment and me we go way back
i was heavily involved with unfulfilled potential
our plans never made it on the track
i used to walk to school five miles uphill
for humiliations writ in chalk
sometimes i’d fall sleep with my clothes still on
between a rock and a hard knock
tragedy lived right next door--
when he wasn’t on the street
unseemly was our landlord
we shared a kitchen with defeat
thinking thoughts of you
always got me through
those darker times and doubts that filled my head
still I guess I always knew
that you were too good to be true
my darkest days are still ahead
never made it high enough to qualify for downfall
never got ahead to be setback
and except for few occasions of misdemeanor violations
never had a record you could track
shared a joint account with insufficient
then did hard time with unmet expectations
once I thumbed a ride to jersey with calamity
hopeless and lost are close relations
the forgotten man pretended that he didn’t even know me;
after all that we’d been through
fear itself looked the other way
and shuffled out of view
Pity saw me approach and turned
I watched him cross the street
Misfortune couldn’t bring herself look me in the eye
just stared down at her feet
Rhythm and You
you hear a hard drivin' rhythm,
and you jump out of your chair
you run to the dance floor,
and I'm already there
we’ll work out all our worries,
and shake off all our cares
rhythm and you
rhythm and you
there’s no feelin blue
when I got rhythm and you
thats right I always pull through
when I got rhythm and you
well monday was bad
tuesday was worse
by wednesday I was thinkin’
maybe I was cursed
it felt like all my gears
would only move me in reverse
well thursday came along,
and I began to see the light
just one day to go,
and everything would be alright
I was dreaming of the dancing
we would do on on friday night
Into Your Mind
one hundred trillion
neural connections
infinite thoughts
countless perceptions
what is your thinking?
what is thought?
is it inherent?
is it taught?
let’s take a look into the mind
we store and process
in a constant stream
both while we’re conscious
and when we dream
knowledge expanding
with each calculation
all understanding;
every sensation
i want to look into your mind
Repeat
Lowbrow hijinks
comical depravity,
changing a flat
on the road to calamity
Ask the authority
overcome with apathy,
“what does it mean to err”
oh-oh the humanity
Gilded debt ceiling
paint on the walls peeling
I have an uneasy feeling
about what they are not revealing
Too late for safety first
now that the dam burst
now that the past is worst
see who’s gone and who is cursed
Repeat. It’s a repeat. I’ve seen this before.
Let’s be less than clear
it’ll be a good year
if you fill the bosses ear
with only what he wants to hear
Nearsighted corporate vision
annual report edition
incomplete with new omissions;
and well chosen indecisions
Fire in the trading pit
triggered by a random bit
none want to admit
why only top clients benefit
After the closing bell
after the final yell
inside they traded well
pity that the sky fell
Vote for the fathers and
pray for the motherland
there is a new demand
for lines drawn in the sand
Dreaming up a history
spoiled by the victory
gloss over the misery
with a slippery delivery
Diplomacy was left behind
the leadership are all resigned
to giving up on trying to find
a way to win the hearts and minds
Now those behind the gun--
never got their lessons done,
never finished chapter one--
guarantee a rerun
Far away a head of state
cultivates a new hate
for those with nothing on their plate
blaming those outside the gate
Advertising intermission
haircut reads the news revision
watch the sponsors’ view transition
into fact through repetition
Dis-united nations
translating procrastination
all regret the devastation
one more wasted generation
Following the new tradition
reinvent the definition:
“victory” with some provisions,
just like the opposition.
Made It This Far
We listened to our teachers
we learned our lessons well
They filled us up with knowledge
till we were ready to rebel
We can study and inquire
and read books to try to learn
But when it comes to our own fire
we seem to need to feel the burn
Now I wonder how we ever made it this far
yes I wonder how we ever made it this far
While you’re young and green and able
you’ve got to raise a little cain
Maybe dancing on the table
maybe shouting in the rain
Moving fast and with loud voices
showed that we were more alive
Despite no shortage of bad choices
somehow we managed to survive
We’ve exceeded expectations
no one thought we’d live this long
Now we try to find redemption
right a couple of the wrongs
We are past our lost and found
and what we gambled in our prime
Against the odds we’re still around
we’re all here on borrowed time