Anyway...

When I think of all the love that's come to pass
through my life and didn't stay to last
It makes me wonder why it didn't stay
why it comes and then it slips away
anyway...

So it's said that everybody knows
'Love is blind'...but time will come to show
I've never seen it any other way
when it's come and then it's slipped away
anyway...

Oh my love I didn't realize
You were standing right before my eyes
there's all the words I did or didn't say
first they'd come and then they slipped away
anyway...

Broken hearts are often known to cry
even long after lovers say goodbye
Some say time will take the pain away
when it comes and then it slips away
anyway...

Lucky stars and every morning sun
wished upon in hope to find the one
If love is blind how does it find the way
first it comes and then it slips away
anyway...

Now I know I never really knew
the kind of love I've come to find in you
I wouldn't want it any other way
I hope and wish it never slips away
Anyway.

The Playground is Gone

The playground is gone.
I was there
yesterday
and it's been so long
since I was there
where we played

Oh. Where are you
My old friend?
Where are you?
Oh. I think of you
now and then
Where are you?

I sat where we sat
and I saw you there
all alone
I laughed at our laughs.
and the talks that we shared
walking home.

Oh. Where are you
My old friend?
Where are you?
Oh. I think of you
now and then
Where are you?

I've got a picture of you
and notes that we wrote.
way back when
And I still think of you
as my first crush and hope
my 'girlfriend'.

Oh. Where are you
My old friend?
Where are you?
Oh. I think of you
now and then
Where are you?

Now you're the first thought
when I think of those days.
with starry eyes
And I wonder by chance,
if we'll meet in our ways
again in our lives.

Oh. Where are you
My old friend?
Where are you?
Oh. I think of you
now and then
Where are you?

Now you have your life
and far away
I have my own.
The years have passed by
the place where we played
And the Playground is gone.

Every One But Mine

The worst thing that could happen is what you least expect
to happen to what you most take for granted.
The number of my years reminds me of who I am and what I could have had
but never was and never what I wanted.

Somewhere out there are the pieces of me
washed away by the tide.
And in some small way or faint memory
I am a part of many other lives.

Every one but mine.

Do What You Want To Do

Recorded 1996
Micah Allen and the DaisyPushers

(Listen Hear!)

So you say your life is sad
and that's reality
full of misery

Crying all the time
you want me to pull you through
what am I supposed to do?

Nobody wants to be alone
nobody wants a life gone wrong
nobody wants to play a fool

but its up to you

to do what you want to do.

Is There Something?

Hate
is the darkness in our souls
makes the warmest hearts grow cold
all the while we're growing old

Time
isn't always on your side
waste it all on your foolish pride
and all the while it passes by

I wish that dreams
did come true
so you might say
I'm just like you

Is there something that we could do?

Love
is the healer of all pain
but it doesn't mean a thing
if its all a ball and chain

Life
some say it's just a game we play
I don't think of it that way
does it matter anyway

I wish that dreams
did come true
so you might say
I'm just like you

Is there something that we could do?

All Around

When I was a little boy I never had a doubt
that love was all around me.
Seven years of innocence until the world found out
and came and took it from me.

Bye. Bye. Sorry to see you go
But they have so much to show me.
Why? Why? tell me what was wrong
why couldn't I belong to me?

Searching for the answers as I watch the sun go down
I guess that I will never know.
Taking all the reasons for the excuses that I've found
I hope someday to let them go...

and find that love again.

Waves

A marmalade morning
passes to the red afternoon
and to a dusky blue evening
in light of the moon.

The morning dew
and afternoon showers
give way to the cool evening breeze
They are yours, mine, and ours.

All that we are
from the birds and the bees
to the moon and the stars
and the grass and the trees

Is all that we ever were
and all that we'll ever be.

Waves upon waves.
Never goodbye.

This Love

Here we are
so close and yet so far
there's a pain inside my heart
it's love

Come to me
my love won't you please
can you see
this love?

Any other girl
would never do
as long as I
dream of you

any other time
I could turn away
run away
separate

But here we are
so close and yet so far
and there's a pain inside my heart
it's love

Burning Bridges

Cold Cold wind blowing through my life again
You dry the tears that you bring.
It seems I'm lost on a bridge I've often crossed
down a road where I've often been.

What does it mean?

Burning bridges all around. I could burn these bridges to the ground
A change of heart has changed my mind.
Tomorrows morning could bring the day with all my troubles washed away
Could it really end this way this time?

Why is love so blind?

Dark dark night am I wrong or am I right
you and I could both be late
Letting go. My sorrow is like the river below.
And no one here can relate

or knows the depth

Burning bridges all around. I can burn these bridges to the ground.
Could it really end this way this time?
Who's the one who should take the blame when love is lost in a lovers game
A change of heart has changed my mind.

Why was love so blind?

Shadows

Walking in the night
when the moon is on the rise
casting shadows on the ground
I can feel their watching eyes.

Whispers in the wind
drifting to no end
I wonder what they say
in the messages they send.

I can feel them.
I can hear them.
I can see them.
I am out of touch.

Someday we'll be there too
drifting to no end
shadows on the ground
and whispers in the wind.

Out of touch.

The Money King

Written and recorded in 1993
Micah Allen and The DaisyPushers


(Listen Hear!)

Well maybe I'll win the lottery
or be a secret heir to Carnegie
where credit cards won't mean a thing to me
I'll be the money king.
The Money King.

I'd buy myself the finest things
Gold and Silver and Diamond rings
Cruise around in my limousine.
I'll be the money king.
The Money King.

So people might say I'm a spoiled brat
others might call me a dirty rat
but I won't care about all that
as long as my money book is rally fat
oh yeah...
I'll be the money king.

And maybe I'll win the lottery
or be a secret heir to Carnegie
where credit cards won't mean a thing to me
I'll be the money king.
The Money King.

Miles of Experience

It was a cool day in February last year when my car broke down.
The night was falling on the day;
pushing the warmth of it underground.
I was seven miles south of help...
without a soul around.

The shadows came out to play in the moonlight as I began to walk.
I thought about where I had been, where I would go,
and disbelieving where I was...
seven miles south of help...
without a soul around.

The night was getting colder so I picked up my pace
to hurry along in the darkness and find a safer place
This couldn't be happening...after all this was ME...
Six miles south of help...
without a soul around.

As I walked I wondered where my luck had gone without a trace,
about my ways and means, and the misfortune of this time and place.
I imagined the outcomes of this night and tomorrow...without knowing my fate but willing to make a deal.
Five miles south of help...
without a soul around.

I felt guilty about what I had left behind and sorry for all of the things that had I left inside.
If only I was not a victim of my vanity and pride.
I couldn't possibly carry it all and I hoped that it would still be there tomorrow.
Four miles south of help...
without a soul around.

I was angry that my cell phone had no reception.
and that I hadn't made it another seven miles in this direction.
I wondered why this happened to me and why I happened to be
Three miles south of help...
without a soul around.

The dark had grown darker and the cold had grown colder
And all that I carried became the world on my shoulders
My feet grew heavy and my breath grew thin. My feet, my breath, and I...
Two miles south of help...
without a soul around.

I hoped, as I drew near, that there would be a place for me.
My cell phone was dead as was my spirit from the loss of my time and energy.
I thought of those that I loved and wondered if they were thinking of me even as I was...
one mile south of help...
without a soul around.

When I arrived, I was frozen, yet my feet burned as fire. I was happy to have made the miles.
I was glad to have the comfort of a hotel room even at an uncomfortable price.
I thought about all that I had left behind and I realized then that I was,
with no rhyme or reason, in and of myself and all of my things...
without a soul around.

And as I drifted off to sleep that night
I thought about the other people here and there around the world
without cars or phones or the comforts of home
for miles around or miles away...
without a soul around.

It's All A Part

I've been up and I've been down
In my time I have been around
I've been here and I've been there
In a way, I've been everywhere

I've seen the stars shine on at night
and sing out to the night time sky
but the wind came and blew them out
one by one
leaving the moon alone to cry.

It's all a part of your life.

I've heard the words, the wind, and the rain
I've felt the love, the hate, the joy, and the pain
Do you know when you're going back again?
Do you really want to try?

It's all a part of your life.

No Words

I was once your age...many years ago
though I am a few years less than you.
Is that the reason for your animosity toward me?

I understand your pain and your lack of self control.
I can remember how it felt when I was the same.
Perhaps that is the reason that you don't talk to me.

Time and tide will take a toll and wisdom comes as we get old.
Your emotions consume you and all those around.
All of your foundations are burned to the ground.

I cannot return the favor of your fire
nor do I blame you for your lack of understanding.
It cannot be discussed because we would never agree.

I don't really mind that your silence is so loud
or that your bees are all around me, I only hope
that you will someday find your self respect so that you may tolerate me.

Until then, stare at me and I will smile
which you'll interpret as a smirk
but all in all and all the while that's just your mind at work.

No words would ever change your mind. We are night and day.
I've thought about it enough to find
there is nothing left to say.

I Want to Go Home

I want to go home but I don't know where that is
Is it what I am missing? Is it where I'm missed?
Home is where the heart is but I just don't know
I've been so many places. I don't know where to go.

So many people and so many places
so many names and so many faces
I try to find comfort in the warmth of their breath
but it's rare to be found in such shallowy depths.

Another hotel room in another place.
My corner of the world in time and space.
Theres so much more to me than this.
I want to go home but I don't know where that is.

So is this the 'price' of success?
To achieve so much but be left with less?
I guess you really can't buy happiness.
Because I want to go home but I don't know where that is.

How Does it Feel?

How does it feel to feel the way you do
When there’s no one there around you who sees the way things are
How will you know the one who’s come to help you
When you turn the other shoulder and keep yourself apart

When will you know?
When are you going to learn?
When the time is right.
When that day has come.

Well the warning signs are all around
But the one that you’re looking for just can’t be found
You can ask anybody but you’ll never hear a sound
Free advice is worth the price and cheaper by the pound.

Why does it matter?
What other people say…
When the only words of wisdom
Are those you give away.

How does it feel to feel the way you do
When you go around in circles and never go too far
How will you know who’s the one to help you
When I lay my words upon you and show you who you are?

Circles

I am far away from what is familiar to me
Yet things here are familiar too; here with
all that can be seen, but little is truly known.

For all that ever was has often been put away
Into separate boxes here and yon
In dusty attics and cellars across the miles.

Photos of family, journals and personal effects
Cherished on the mantels of their days
Memories of things that fate has put away.

I am today’s apprentice, yesterday’s hope, and tomorrow’s memory
Nothing more and nothing less
Than the summers with my grandparents.

And many years will continue to find me
In the separate boxes here and yon
In dusty attics and cellars across the miles.

Seven Years of Innocence

Seven years of innocence
My childhood had been kept
Until you had to awaken me
From the place I slept

A monster from the closet
You finally reached my bed
And though there were others near
You chose me instead

The moths and locusts of your presence
Of which there was no warning
Set the darkness of the days to follow
And left me mourning for that morning.

Still I feel so lucky
That you didn’t take me away
Like you did all of the others
That you invited out to play

That old house is gone now
Burned down to the coals
Unlike the bad memories
That you burned into my soul

Others swore to secrecy
Of the chain they couldn’t break
But your unwise choice of choosing me
Was your worst mistake

Thirty years have gone by
Since I spoke of you
You made them all say uncle
And so I said it too.

I can’t give you my forgiveness
Only guilt and great regret
For all the damage that you have done
That I’m still not over yet.

A note to all my cousins:
I’m sorry for the news.
But I had to save us all
And I did what I had to do.

Values

How much for the Lucky?
Tell me the worth.
Are they chosen at random?
Are they chosen at birth?

Perhaps it's worth more
and lucky to lose
When the choice of the many
is the wrong one to choose.

To appraise much for what's little
and little for what's much
is a sign or poor values
and the folly of such.

The value of one
when compared to ones self
will give the true measure
against nothing else.

When the wise become wise
and the fools remain fools
they are deaf to each other
and set in thier rules.

So what brings something value?
Is it given or earned?
The fool becomes wise
when that something is learned.

Now and Then

Time truly is a valuable thing
Once it is lost, it's never regained.
Some will say they see time fly
while others sit and watch it go by.

Some people have too much time on their hands
and the days of their lives pass with the sands.
Others hands are tied to the minutes tight wound
and they count every one in perpetual countdown.

Some borrow tomorrow for where yesterday went
But time cannot be borrowed, saved, invested or spent.
Treasure today for as long as it lasts
Don't count on tomorrow or lose time on the past.

Now is the time and the time is at hand
to reflect only a moment so that you understand.
It's worth more than your money and less than your life
so swallow your pride and open your eyes.

It can never be stopped. Forever it moves.
You can count on yours ending without a second to lose.
It will bury you one day as the fates do allow
You can be late then but don't let it be now.

Je Suis Ici

Il y a trop de monde
et tout le monde est là.
Je suis ici
et je le préfère aime comme çà.

J'y vais quelquefois
mais pas très souvent.
Çà ne m'intéresse pas.
Il n'y a rien pour moi.

Il y a trop de bruit
Il me dérange beaucoup
Je n'en veux plus.
Combien en voulez-vous?

Je peux vous faire voir autre chose
Combien coûte-t-ce valeur?
Je vous ferais savoir
mais je suis ici et tant pis pour vous.