Lyrics
Stories from the void.
Written in Plastic
Written in Plastic
She travels written in plastic
Pealing buttons on a coat of gold
Leaving one side flap open
Revealing nothing
Retreating steps back toward the door
The breeze blowing her hair back
Dress pressed against a window
Her story unfolds
An unknown voice cries out
And then we are – the story told backwards
And then we are – the unblessed children
And they live in the desert
Sheltered by plastic
Burning fire so gold
Cooking on the winds of fortune
They walk in streets of old
And then we are – the unwanted rapture
And then we are – the rift between the guidelines
And then we are – the untold scriptures
She travels in fortunes
She lifts her eyes and the wind blows
She talks and the sun goes
© N. Buck
Home
Home
Tell your story in a magazine
Being right didn’t make it easy
How does it feel
I tell you my secrets
I tell you all my dreams
You think I’m strange
I know they’re real
Tears faces – Desperation
We do what must be done
Such sleep it beckons like love
Your sleep is just like love
Standing in the doorway
Eyes are filled with faces
Acrobats and jugglers
Is it what it seems
Home is such a safe place
Home is such a safe place
You’ve got something to choose
When you’re gonna be in love
You’ve got something to choose
© R. Silletto, N. Buck
1,000 Days
1,000 Days
I’ll be all ways
Which way to run and not to hide
I’m walking behind you
Hunting by your side
It’s Lonely while you wander out
About you wonder aloud
If you watch I can torch so
A lot of troubles in a crowd
I’ll be watching you – when you come down
You will come talk to me – when you hit ground
I’ll be your witness - Your lover and your guide
I’m standing by a runway
I’m under lights I just can’t hide
© N. Buck
Invisibility
Invisibiity
Invisibility knows no sides
And you see these walls divide
I can hear the closing door
Closes now here is no more
She climbs
A waste involves inclines
Her chaste involves advice
A waste evolves in fires
Invisibility hits this clime
Unbolt the walls and the parts they fly
She’s never seen them
She’s never seen them - Divide
Invisibility
Invisibility
Invisibility
Invisibility
© N. Buck
Spilled
Spilled
People waving passer by jump up and down to kill the lie
Bodies flailing in a shirt cover up you face with dirt
Animals they need no sense exist quite well no recompense
For action done or left undone they feed the hunger deep inside
If all the oceans and the seas were measured by the falling leaves
Of all the trees since time began who in the end would give a damn
Clocks are ticking in her brain a child wants to begin again
This parable of life and death
You gasp your first and dying breath
Carousel of love and hate which horse your ride let it equate
Your mother left a dirty mess inside your head not on your dress
Puncture skin and be amused it’s not so funny to be used
You laugh and ride led by them the glitter dust and jello men
Rapture cowboy ride the west pristine girl with diamond vest
Your enemy hides deep within look beyond the devils grin
Captured dreams on stormy seas tranquil beaches Paulines knees
Tremble in her skirt again she has a fear of simple men and
Tales from lips of so called friends
Please let me repeat that again
Captured dreams on stormy seas tranquil beaches Paulines knees
Tremble in her skirt again she has a fear of simple men and
Tales from lips of so called friends
Please don’t let me repeat that again
© N. Buck
Modern Living
Modern Living
What do you call it when you’re living
It’s just modern living
Lots of take and no giving
This is Modern Living
You think you move up in style
But what are those sticky friends
They’re hanging on you
You think you move in class
But all your dreams they’re just stuck in the past
A bit if this I’ve had enough of that
Modern Living
I swept a lot of dirt under the mat
Modern Living
You say nasty things on the phone
Why you get nasty when you’re at home
You ought to save it for when we’re alone
A little more shit I’m takin you back way back
A bit if this I’ve had enough of that
Modern Living
I swept a lot of dirt under the mat
Modern Living
We go out for a good time
What do your think that we find
We go out for a real good time yea
I don’t care, I don’t care what time it is
I don’t talk to people out on the street
When I get hung up my emotions freeze
I don’t wanna answer the ringing telephone
Why don’t they all just fuck off and leave me alone
technology
© N. Buck