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LIMINAL
…can be defined as a place of transition, state, or threshold between two spaces.
This album is my snapshot of the “threshold” of my life between two important points of time: before and after meeting my wife.
‘”Liminal” is a love letter and is specifically dedicated to her.
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It’s been twenty three days and seven long years
since I sold my poor soul to machines with steel gears.
And I know my body has felt the time
when I earned my money on the tax payer’s dime.
The first thing they taught is “Don’t think with your mind.
Take your place in the crowd with the deaf and the blind.”
And you won’t find me in the mindless sea
as we march along to the beating drum.
With beggars, bruises, and bones
Do remind me how far from home
the soldiers, sailors, and me
find our souls and our bodies to be.
Continental U.S. offers homes and degrees
to the folks that they send to their deaths over seas.
Will you pray for me to return in peace
with a green sea bag or a folded flag.
When it’s time to move on with your life as your please
and the government dodges your medical fees.
Don’t squander all, keep on standing tall.
Do lend a hand to your fellow man.
With beggars, bruises, and bones
has left us weathered and worn.
The soldiers, sailors, and me
find our souls and our bodies to be.
I’m on this lonely train tonight, with no passengers in sight.
The last one home will bring me there alone.
The Queen of Jealousy’s delight.
I never know just what to say. Why do I cause myself this pain?
No one I know has seen me through this show.
When will I put this game away?
Though friends and families close at hand,
They never seem to understand.
The life I’m living is invisible to most.
I am adrift without a coast.
The distant scars, they light the sky. But none of them can tell me why.
That in the end, I’m just a fading friend.
An empty galaxy, am I.
The journey ends, I’m still alone. No kind of comfort to call my own.
This deadly disease has brought me to my knees.
Loneliness is all I’ll know.
Though friends and families close at hand.
They never seem to understand.
The life I’m living is invisible to most.
I am adrift without a coast.
I came to the river that spills into the sea.
There’s people behind me as far as I can see.
The man in the water is gesturing to me.
I take off my sandals and try to swallow all anxiety.
As I draw closer, the people on the shore,
in greater numbers than what had been before.
My mind and body are losing in the war
against the waves that would slowly wash away the sin I bore.
Heavy seas, in which I roam, are calling me to go back home.
And where I stand and where I go.
You’ll find me high and low.
I’m wading deeper and far away from land,
and into seas that had spoken it’s demand.
The nameless stranger was stretching out his hand
to save my life from dishonesty and all it’s sinking sand.
I’m going under, and all that’s on the coast
are chanting father, son, and holy ghost.
I came up stronger than when I laid below.
So now I wander and speak to those who want what now I know.
Heavy seas, in which I roam, are calling me to go back home.
And where I stand and where I go.
You’ll find me high and low.
Along stone passages, we’re not built to go alone.
And loneliness, her frozen fingers keep a hold.
May tend to waste away; to sit and watch the hours pass.
Or cleaning smudges from the lens of a dirty looking glass.
Don’t take for granted your friends and family, far or near.
The ones who helped you grow to form the person sitting here.
Your heart might tear in two but you are not a broken thing.
Just know the things you do affects just what the future brings.
Responsibilities. Father’s duties, honor bound.
Love unconditional ‘til you are buried in the ground.
You should always know just how much you mean to me.
Let these stone passages take you to the man you need be.
I’m on the inside looking out,
trapped by bitterness and doubt.
I wear a mask that’s made of clay.
The cracks are getting larger every day.
The walls of this lonely padded room,
where no happiness can bloom.
It contains my broken heart,
with no way for it to start.
But these scars that I have on, are the things that keep me strong.
A daily reminder of my right to carry on.
The colors of moving on.
How do I escape my mind?
How do I not fall behind?
The things I’m running from
will help me with moving on.
The struggles day by day
are pushing me away.
I wish that someone would let me know
how deep I’m digging my hole.
But these scars that I have on, are the things that keep me strong.
A daily reminder of my right to carry on.
The colors of moving on.
Blue flowers grow beneath the moon.
Several months have passed since they began to bloom.
But even when the colors fade with morning dew,
I waited there for you.
Local pond begins to swell.
It’s getting larger every year, as I can tell.
Surrounding path has disappeared as rain has fell.
I waited there as well.
The two swans on the lake
begin to water dance and then they fly away.
A similar display of love, I wanted made.
So for her sake I will wait.
I can sleep no more and I can’t leave this concrete floor.
Feet in shackled irons is keeping me in deep desire.
Write to me about the morning light.
‘Cause I’m not giving up without a fight.
I am kept under a lock and key held by my hurt.
No place for my head. The cell they gave me, it has no bed.
Write to me about the setting sky.
‘Cause I am not allowed to roam tonight.
They let me out of jail. Somebody had paid my bail.
Guilt and jealousy must stay behind, they can’t be free.
Walk with me to the rivers and countryside towns.
‘Cause I want to see all the places you wrote me about.
Starlight, you don’t shine quite as bright as the girl and that dress she wore.
Moonbeam, you don’t seem to me to be needed anymore.
Cloudy day, slowly drift away to reveal sunny skies.
Tangled dreams, and the funny things that they seem to leave,
are fading from my eyes.
Seasons passing by
with her by my side.
As time goes on
I will still call her mine.
Prairie tree, with a canopy of leaves, will shelter us when we roam.
Our daily bread and wine, and soft glowing candlelight
will bring us back home.
It’s always been to hard to speak.
Charisma’s low and the tongue is weak.
How can I notice what’s at stake.
When little shadows follow every step I take.
Too many thoughts are on my mind.
The flaming whirlwind keeps my eyes all milky white.
How do I know this ground I tread?
With hidden footsteps showing how to get ahead.
And I keep marching on slowly.
When the whole world’s standing still and the darkened cloud surrounds me.
And you are my lighthouse on the water that shows me to the man that I will be.
The courtesies of those well-read;
Reverberating inside my head.
And though I think, therefore I be.
The choices I’ve made are all lost in distant seas.
Lord forbid that I should wait.
‘Cause if he took me now, I wouldn’t make it past his gate.
So I must speak and I must roam.
To find the pathways that will lead me to his home.
And I keep marching on slowly.
When the whole world’s standing still and the darkened cloud surrounds me.
And you are my lighthouse on the water that shows me to the man that I will be.
Summer is coming. We’ve got nowhere to go.
The spirits are high and the dollar’s low.
Our movin’ and shakin’ feels like standing still.
so we’ll settle for picnics up on the hill.
It’s the season of green, but we’ve got none ourselves.
Guess we’re traveling next year. Oh well.
So we’ll skip out on lunches and we’ll skip out on friends
so maybe one day we can spend it on our kids.
So, maybe we’ll see.
If we let it, let it grow.
Baby we’ll let it, let it grow.
Maybe we’ll let it, let it grow.
Baby we’ll let it, let it grow.
The milk and the honey are no food of mine.
We’re surviving tonight on bread and wine.
We’ll dance in the kitchen under soft candlelight.
And finding our joy in quiet nights.
Our dreams may be humble; some may not understand
that we’re building on rock and not on sand.
And if we don’t make it (don’t get rich and old),
we’ll still have our memories worth more than shining gold.
So, maybe we’ll see.
If we let it, let it grow.
Baby we’ll let it, let it grow.
Maybe we’ll let it, let it grow.
Baby we’ll let it, let it grow.
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