The Dancer

She dances like shadows down my memory, almost within reach.
She dances like moonlight, like a careless breeze on a beach.
She dances like beauty rarely framed in a window-pane.
She dances like laughter, then she dances again.

She dances like springtime, it's flowers grown from sadness.
She dances like freedom, and her dance is a caress.
She dances like time, you almost forget pain.
She dances like life, then she dances again.

She dances and I see her, but my feet remain clay.
She dances to my heartbeat, then she dances away.
She dances without sorrow, without fear, without shame.
She dances like night, then she dances again.

Cliff Lake
3/17/'93




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Drownin'
(Complete with snorted chords)

My life sucks.
It sucks so hard I can hear it from here.
My life sucks
It sucks so hard I can hear it from here.
Don't you know that I been cryin so long and so hard, 
I'll be drowning in a pool of my own tears.

Saw my pretty baby walkin' down the street.
Saw her walkin' down that road alongside some other man's feet.

My life sucks.
It sucks so hard I can hear it from here
My life sucks
It sucks so hard I can hear it from here
Lord I tell ya, I been down so long & so hard 
I'll be drowning in a pool of my own tears.

The president on the phone, he telling me he's my friend.
Got his finger on the button, plannin' a nuclear revenge.

My life sucks.
It sucks so hard I can hear it from here
My life sucks
It sucks so hard I can hear it from here

I'm sayin' I been cryin' for so long & so hard 
I'll be drowning in a pool of my own tears.

I wake up every morning and I look at the clock
I'm ten minutes late already and I can't find my other sock.

My life SUCKS
And so do this harmonica…

(JAM)
Repeat first verse; repeat chorus and then repeats, ad-libs and end

Cliff Lake
11/16/94




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      Hail, Wail, the Gang's All Here

Hail to the forty-year-old child
With his oily jokes,
  His farts that choke 
And his inefficient schemes.
Hail to the boy-in-a-man's-body with his darting eyes and his pubescent lies, 
And his ever-present wet dreams.

Here's to the women who never grow up
With their too young clothes (and something for their nose)
And their constant hunger for more men.
Here's to the girls that live in ripe bodies, 
Who must fuck around,
 With their plans to tear down, 
But who never plan for an end.

Here's to the child who hasn't grown up yet,
With his untainted dreams,
Who hasn't any schemes,
Who thinks that everything is the best.
Here's to the children who are still young of age,
With their innocent face, who must live in this place,
And who will learn about life from the rest.

Christ, I hope they make it.

Cliff Lake
8/16/94




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       The Price

Having once again had to face the gritty end of empty promise I feel...
What?
Nothing? Not that.
Everything? Not at once.
I feel there is a price.
Hers? I'll not collect.
Mine? I'll pay myself.

To have held and hoped has its' inherent beauty;
I know, I've bought that light.
I've paid in pain and pride.
I've paid in lust and laughter.
I've paid in insult and innuendo, curses, cries, sex, sweat, sorrow...
What of it?
My complaints profit nothing.

The price?
Wisdom?
I'll do it again.
Avoidance breeds a dusty spirit.
I'll not die inside my own body.
I'll not keep my tears 'til they dry my soul.

The price?
Myself.
I am my own coin.
I'll pay me.

by Cliff Lake

© 1-29-92





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Through: A Man

Walking, he does not run, cowardice makes him smile,
And he takes himself too seriously;
He passes through.

Lighted, he shines darkly,
To illume your fears, your phantasies, and (redly), your hatreds.
And then, he passes through.

Knighted, he champions your goals.
Nighted, he awakens your desires, 
Mighted, he could be all you wish…
But he passes through.

Simply, he complicates your thoughts.
You question, then quest for reality.
Because he passed through.

He asks for little, while asking you much.
You can look, but did you touch?
He didn't say as he passed through.

Demanding, he lets you go.
You must follow your own path, so,
He passes through.
by Cliff Lake
© 9-8-93




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Weird and Meaningless

Weird and meaningless-they're just words...
Two differing lines of thought that may conjoin from time to time.

I met them both in a bar once.
Weird kept telling me about her last three husbands and an alien and
then tried to get drunk.
She seemed to be doing a real good job.
Meaningless just got drunk.
Then she put her hand in my pocket.
Weird cried about a kitten and laughed about a dog.
Meaningless found my other pocket.
Weird told me about her sincere belief in the principles of Anabaptistic
Broccoli that she'd just read out of a book to her children for the last four days.
She thought it really helped her.
Meaningless licked whiskey off my neck.
Weird made up a drink on the spot and coerced us into drinking too much of it.
Meaningless licked some of THAT off my neck.
Then we all went back to my place...

Weird and meaningless, meaningless and weird-
Two differing lines of thought that may conjoin from time to time.

They're just words...

Cliff Lake



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