Dionysus & the young cowboy

WELL I LONG TO BE YOUNG AGAIN
YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE
AND THEN OVER AGAIN
SO YOU LONG TO SEE AN OLD FRIEND
WELL, YOU ONLY DIE ONCE
SO LET'S MAKE AMENDS
I AM A YOUNG COWBOY IN MY DREAMS
FRESH WITH YOUTH AND VIGOR
SO WRONG, BUT I'M RIGHT IT SEEMS
I'LL TAKE THIS SHOT OF BOURBON
AND ALL I FEEL IS JOY
GATHER UP ALL THE PIECES
A MAN YET STILL A BOY
I DON'T WANT TO GO ALONE
THESE WEEDS ARE TAKING OVER OUR MINDS
OUR HEADS ARE GETTING CLOUDY
LIKE POWER LINES WE'RE INTERTWINED
OUR BODIES WILL SHAKE
LIKE TUMBLEWEEDS BLOWN IN THE BREEZE
WE'VE BEEN PROGRAMMED TO BE FAILURES BY THE SYSTEM
BUT SUCCESS IS ALL I SEE
AGAIN, I REFUSE TO GO ALONE
ALL I HEAR AND ALL I SEE
IS A GENERATION CRYING OUT AND DYING TO BE FREE
I CAN'T TURN A BLIND EYE ANYMORE
WHEN KIDS ARE PICKING UP BAD HABITS AND ROBBING LIQUOR STORES
TURN ON YOUR TELEVISION, TAKE A LISTEN
IT'S RON BURGUNDY DEBATING THE PLASTIC POLITICIAN
DO WE REALLY WANT THIS FOR OUR CHILDREN?
PSYCHEDELIC DREAMS, SLEEPLESS NIGHTS
PRESCRIPTIONS, AND RITALIN

At the end of the line

AT THE END OF THE LINE
THE CAR DRIVES OFF IN PAIN
I SEE ANOTHER PAIR OF EYES
STARING BACK AT ME AGAIN
BUT THE SKY ISN'T ENOUGH
AND NEITHER IS THE WIND
ROPE BURNS ON YOUR HANDS
AND SCARS ON YOUR FEET
BLADES ON YOUR SHOULDER'S
SOLDIER'S CRY, BUT NO SECRETS THEY KEEP
PENNIES ON YOUR EYES
CLIMBING UP TREE'S
A RAVEN; BEWILDERED
FLY OVER THE RIDGE
GLASS ISN'T ENOUGH
NOT WHAT IT CONTAINS
MY MOUTH IS DRY NOW, FOR I NEED A DRINK

Van Gogh paints the moon

EVER LOVING FEVER
MY FAVORS BEAR NO ANSWERS
YOU'VE LIVED IN ABANDONED BUILDINGS
AND FELL ASLEEP IN TAVERNS
THE HOWLING OF A PACK OF WOLVES OUTSIDE
REMIND ME OF THE TIMES
WE MADE OUR WAY ACROSS THE BITTERROOT
AND MAPPED OUR DAY'S IN LINES
SHE FOR HIM
AND HE FOR SHE
AND ALL THE PAIN THAT CAUSED
THE DOCTRINE TO EVALUATE
MISTAKE THE FAULTY FLAWS
MAY WE SIT IN SILENCE IN A LACQUERED COVERED ROOM
OMINOUS AND FILLED WITH VAN GOGH, WHO PAINTS THE MOON
COLOR THE GROUND WE WALK
AND STEP ON A SHADY GREY
CRACK THE PATH WE DARE NOT CROSS
RUSTIC, JUST LIKE MAY
PORCELAIN FIST THAT BREAKS IN DROVES
UPON A SINGLE TOUCH
AND GHOSTS WHO DARE NOT HAUNT A LAND
THAT BARES A SACRED CRUTCH
BURY THE TREASURE AND DIG UP THE BONES
AND LEAVE THE SOUL'S INTACT
SO THEY FEEL THE PAIN THAT WE'RE ALL MEANT TO FEEL
LEAVE EM' ALL HANGIN' EXACT