Way up high, on the very top shelf
I found a dusty book written about
Its cover was thick and hard as a
Its contents were bound by a small
But, with magic understanding, it

I’m nothing but a low life
Thinking about my own life
I can’t help myself from falling
Can’t help myself from falling
I’m nothing but a low life

I could write
A thousand love poems
That would never be enough
To tell of what you mean to me.
You inspired me

Un Romeo enamorado canta en la ca
abatiendo a todo el mundo con una
encuentra una farola y se para en
dice algo así como: "tú y yo cariñ
Julieta dice: “hey Romeo, casi me

Slamming the door as I storm out
Cold from the concrete penetrates
I pick up the only thing close, a
Angry words still burn in my mind
Self centered, childish words all

Oh-oh, yes he was The Roseburg S
Soul going to Hell
Lived in a make-believe world of c
of different personalities created
with dreams and fantasies of Splen

I was raised a Mexican Catholic,
growing up neurotically guilty
in the cobblestoned streets of Aqu
a mining city of Ore but a vibrant
and brick stoned colorful churches

I still wake up breathing your nam
and I can hear myself whispering t
driving me two minutes past crazy
the way my voice catches those cor
never fails to make me content

“Believe" said the Angel
as she cradled the head
of the man who slept
Dreaming of his wife and marriage.
“Believe” said the Angel

Se acerca Anna y me da un abrazo.
Qué pasa David que haces por aquí
Es que tengo un nuevo trabajo, esc
Aqui hay más gente en la cuidad.
¿Y bien?

Look at me, who am I?
my life has been one long lie.
Fooling myself and others too,
pretending to be what isn’t true.
I am a clown with made up faces,

He walks the beach
Looking into the ocean
A sadness creeps across his face.
Thoughts of years gone by
Without memory of them are brought

Your voice is rustling the falling
the marble angel praying over you
has cold hands
that give no recompense
So many stones

28 Months since the last tie
in front of morning’s mirror,
where the moving sun lit
the four corners of his being
above the window sill.

silence can be beautiful
there can be so much
meaning
and emotion
in words unspoken...

When he rode his thoughts into the
Passion and intensity consumed his
Bursting into fragments would he e
Back to the start
When the thoughts of her seeped in

Her name was Solitude, and she wa
like a seaport hit by a storm
she collected sad butterflies,
street addresses that don’t exist.
But she had the fancy

Slow healing
lasting impressions
of your pitiful expression
no longer do you have my empathy
go ahead and keep on scheming

There’s always a Church
Street and a Starbucks Cafe
and sometimes too, a
Shopping center Rise where people
greet and Main

Who was I?
Crossing the Wine valley I stumbl
The darkness is coming, the hour i
The hill is still to be…biked up!
Time is oppressive, it…goes!

Tonight I shed a tear
Not for you,
Not for me
But for the whip ready for the end
Tonight I shed a tear

Tu camino ha tomado un nuevo rumbo
Aquel “pueblo que está en la monta
Fuiste “El poeta del pueblo”, “El
Gracias por tus enseñanzas, por co

I wish you were here Just looking
I know am not even your friend, no
I know am just a coward
I know I cant say the right words
I know I always cry at night

It seems many lifetimes ago
In a place unknown, never seen
A wild-hearted woman I came to kn
The incomparable of all women
And love embraced the passion

David’s Mind flowing through tave
heart sighs in dancing quivers
remembering how those lies were sh
By the goodness of her heart.
David’s new tunes twisting in time

Torture is the way. Maybe I deser

Silence from the cockpit, steady a
The pilot dyed his hair black beca
Next to me, who ever saw a half ba
Is he one of the originals.
Not a rolling stone, but close.

They don’t adapt to cold very well
There is a tear at the bottom of t
Of the desperate
They can’t get used to the cold
It doesn’t taste like sin anymore

Orange and Green
tangerines and oranges
this is the way to the brown farm
where people work from break of da
and never think they’ve worked too

I shouted my name through the vine
but there was no answer.
My name died on my lips.
No stone would consecrate it.
The vines parted no more.

I don’t want to sleep tonight
there’s nothing left to dream
Tell me pretty stories Dear
illustrate a scene
Take me back to time long past

Ella tenia un buen sentido del hum
Ella era la risa
Conocia la desaprobación de todos
Debía de haberle alabado desde ant
Si es que su cielo alguna vez habl

In their world I don’t quite fit
In this one I don’t belong
Caught somewhere in the middle
Between a story and a song
Chapter, passage, verse, or rhyme

You dare question my love for you.
I know I love you
Yes I try to run
Yes I try to hide
Yes I try to find other things

I used to look at palaces
And see no further than old bricks
I used to look at mountains
And only see muck and strain!
I used to look at camera lens

I thought to send you flowers
wine and cheese
rose wine and dark chocolates
but you would know
they were from me.