Best-Laid Plans (Every Other Time) I took you for an angel with your grace. One smile from you and I forget my place; That’s all it takes - that's all it takes. And if, for your affections, I would vie, (Tell me,) would it do me any good to try To make you stay? - Or would you walk away? I dream of ways to sweep you off your feet- don’t wanna know the failure I could meet, ‘cause every other time I look at you, I fear my best-laid plans are falling through. I’m running from the voices in my head- -they tell me I should run from you instead, But I can’t yet - I can't yet. They say that I’m a fool to stand my ground, But wiser men than me have fallen down; I won’t pretend - I know more than them I dream of ways to show you how I feel; So what if I’m the ground beneath your wheels? If my best-laid plans have all but fallen through, Then what have I to lose by telling you? Lost my way -- now how do I get back? Who’s to blame? I just can’t keep track Of things like that - anymore I took you for an angel with your grace. I penciled in the lines I can’t erase. It's so familiar - so familiar Now I can’t dry the tears upon your face- When hope has left me here with my mistakes. Oh Cecilia - I lose my way So many words I wish I’d said to you, but Life is short and chances here are few; ‘cause time is one thing I cannot renew - The best laid plans are falling, falling through ©2004 Howard Hall & Steven Nicoloso, Blind Raspberry Pub. (BMI) Carolina Little girl, so beautiful, Carolina, I overheard; I knew your mother a long, long time ago; she grew sooner and more awkward than the rest of us, and so she was cast out of our little universe. She was a clumsy gosling, even in her home, but self-defense taught her how to get along, to bury hurt inside, and act so self-assured, and I've wondered, ever since, what became of her... Carolina - if you could tell me Carolina - how you came to be Carolina - how I wish I knew Carolina - the story of you Are you the product of one last liberty taken of a girl so alone, so completely shaken, reaching out to darkness for love and acceptance, and finding instead a startling evidence... So here at the mall, quite unexpectedly, while I turn the corner to hide, in case she remembers me, I'm cast so far back to a past where my morality was formed by sheer survival of teen brutality. Carolina - if you could tell me Carolina - how you came to be Carolina - how I wish I knew Carolina - the story of you Are you the product of one last liberty taken of a girl so alone, so completely shaken, reaching out to darkness for love and acceptance, and finding instead a startling evidence- or are you the happiest of accidents, a good man's selfless love, the consequence, a joyous joy - where true love is found; the most human venture can safely abound... ©2004 Steven Nicoloso, Blind Raspberry Pub. (BMI) |
Closer to Sober
All the while I've been sittin' here it's all been gettin' pretty clear, even as this little shot glass blurs, somethin's been occur-rin' to me You say you had enough and I can't get you back, So this bar's become my trough, and now I'm losin' track, and I can't quite recall if it's been 1 or 22, but I'm a whole lot closer to sober than I'll ever be to you. All my pride has completely disappeared with all my dignity and all my fear; even as your tattered image blurs, I'm sure I won't be the first - one to see. I know you've had enough, and I won't make you stay- I'm just tryin' to drown this love 'til it dies and floats away; and I can't quite recall if it's been 1 or 22, but I'm a whole lot closer to sober than I'll ever be to you. You say you've had enough - well I've had one too few, and I'm a whole lot closer to sober than I'll ever be to you. ©2004 Howard Hall, Steven & Robin Nicoloso, Blind Raspberry Pub. (BMI) I Am Not (2 Tim. 3:5) I am not your new age crystal I am not entertainment director I am not your 12-step program I am not your personal trainer I'm not all with you at the center I am not your circus act I am not a story about you I am not your new world man... I am not, I am not, I am not, I am not. I am not your doting grandfather I am not your new copilot I am not your frozen dinner I am not your topical ointment I am not your central heating I am not your walmart store I am not your fishing buddy I am not your chicken soup I am not, I am not, I am not, I am not. I am Patient Hope I am Fiery Will I am Quiet Strength I am Blinding Light I'm not all with you at the center I'm not a world with you at the center I am not your central heating I am not your 12-step program... I am not, I am not, I am not. ©2004 Steven Nicoloso, Blind Raspberry Pub. (BMI) |