Lyrics

Lyrics

Falling Edge

 

Social Engineering

…the stars are fading in the backlit sky entangled by the trees
water washes on the shoreline, over the horizon, thunder rumbles in the distance
while the endless maze stretches beyond the sea
and this empty monolithic open space collapses around itself
still something rustles in the leaves…

Drawing blanks and sketching stories
Leaden minds erasing lies and eyes
Pornographic priestess portrayed in print, not in pictures bears her soul
Take a stroll between the pages, walk the lines, report on what you find

Falling down but looking up, they seek answers
To things that can’t be known
Sewing seeds that shouldn’t be sewn
And somehow no one asks the question
Is there some way else to be?
They’re the sham that they can’t see

Take the path into the distance
Cross the void through the trees and leaves
As you walk along the trail escape the snare, cross the lines of time
The road is long, the way is hard
Stay on your course, stay on your guard

Schools of academic thought?
Perversions of things that once were known
Now only empty lies have grown
And I wish I had the answer
‘Cause there’s so much more to know
So many places still to go

…and in this empty monolithic open space synapses confound themselves

 

Not That Far Away

I’ve got seven miles to go
Through icy rain and snow
And I’m not that far away
Maybe I’ll be there today

I got no worries on my mind
And there’s not much left to find
If I could only get away
Maybe I’d be there to stay

You see I’m really not that far away
If I could just get there today
A song is running through my mind
Guess I got some time to stop…and look behind

 

Next Time Around

Instead of walking right out the door
Instead of abandoning his ship and leaving
Instead he chose to stay and cozy up with his gloom
From that point on he spiralled headlong into his doom

Same time a new place same empty night
Now on another street just a few blocks over
Somebody else is helpless and forgotten and lost
Perched like vultures demons pick away at her soul

Sometimes it seems as though there’s not much left to hope for
There’s no point, no sense in carrying on
When every chance you’ve ever had to escape is gone
Another title in the soundtrack to humankind’s suicide

Will we end up just like the other ones?
Is there some other way?
Lost, forgotten, gone, just like the other ones?
I cried to God I thought I heard Him say

Hold me closer, hold me closer
Things’ll be better baby next time around

In a darkened alley he sits
Wondering what has become of his broken life
Looking into his future he sees only bleak misery
And all that’s left of his past swirls among the debris

The tolling of the bell goes ignored
A string of bad events closed their minds long ago
So take a last look at what’s left of what was called life
Unheeded well-intentioned warnings led to more strife

So now you tell me that there’s nothing left to hope for
But at this point, what’s left but to carry on
Chances are chances come again we’ve got to move on
So grab a pen it’s time to rewrite what will be your history

We won’t end up just like the other ones I know there’s some other way
‘Cause none are forgotten, gone – there are no other ones
I know it’s true because I heard Him say

Hold me closer, hold me closer
Things’ll be better baby next time around

 

I, Awake

He woke up one morning, felt more empty than usual, could’ve been any other day
How can it be he doesn’t even realize he should hope things should change?

Wond’ring aloud – lost in the crowd

Why does he bother to get out of bed at all? It’s such a waste of precious time
Motionless he’s pushed along his life’s assembly line
Still there must be something he could do

He’s ushered to work, lost in the mass migration of the endless motion machine
Stumbling through life, he’s just a puppet, someone else’s hands on the controls

Lost in the crowd – awkward and loud

Everywhere he goes but no one notices he’s trapped inside of his shell
No one notices he doesn’t even know himself is it just as well?

He should have been dead a long time ago

Arriving at work he glances down at his watch, snatches a brief glimpse of memory
He’s ill-prepared for the uneasiness beginning to gnaw at his soul

Awkward and loud – helpless and proud

How can he rectify the images he’s just been shown and still get through his day?
Images that shock him in a most unusual way
He’s no clue’ve the mess he’s slipped into

He struggles at first keeps his emotions at bay but then gets raped by infinity
Suddenly thoughts of former hopes and dreams go surging through his fragile mind

Helpless not proud  – lost in the clouds

He slowly comes to realize his life`s become what he vowed it`d never be
Should he change it if he can and if he does then what will become of me?

You should have been dead a long time ago

Tears of ecstacy are smeared all over his face as he reflects on what might have been
Is it too late if he recovers from this shock could he start once again?

Lost in the clouds – veiled in a shroud
Veiled in a shroud  – life disavowed

I should have been dead a long time ago

Lyrics from Falling Edge – Falling Edge ©2012 Chris Rupert

 

Convergence at Fossil Falls

 

Minstrel in the Corner
And now I sit here, my random thoughts finally left alone
There’s nothing left, nothing left to find
So pack up and go home
Amid the din I’m just a minstrel in the corner
Not much to say; ask not for whom I play

Is this my last chance, my final word, am I heard at all?
Are there still notes I have yet to play
Or have I played them all?
Though I fear nothing there’s nagging proof in fading memory
That some things I’ve said still haunt me, haunt me

©2005 Chris Rupert

 

The Lost Journal

Alone I stand staring at the break of day
Lost in thought wondering what I might say
Try to shake off the night though I don`t understand still I hope and pray
I know I gotta leave but man I wish I could stay

When I sit down, beside myself I feel lost, cold, empty and tired
It’s sad to think I take comfort in being alone

Pass the time trying to think of good things I`ve had
And hope the end will make this all seem not so sad
I’ll weather what might come and try to tell myself that things ain`t that bad
How long have I been gone, and how long before I go mad

When I look back to better times I can’t find my face in the crowd
I`m never there, so I must concede I`ve been gone all along

Time`s in chains the time has come to set it free
The captain`s gone, so I guess it all comes down to me
I fight this battle alone in constant fear of what might be in store for me
When will this journey end and what will it turn out to be

Will its conclusion elude my grasp or will it somehow find me?
Another step – one step closer to my destiny

©2005 Chris Rupert

 

Sex for Sale

Darkness is falling, but nighttime’s not yet here for you my dear
Yet you emerge from your chamber embracing the dark

How do you know what’s real? What will you do when the spark from your eyes has disappeared?
Beware: your money’s no good here and the cost is too high

Wish you could see yourself the way you really are

You won’t ever have to do without
She’s got everything that you’ve been dreamin’ ’bout
The two of you could fall in love
She’s got sex for sale

The prospect is daunting; a harsh reality that you won’t see
There’s something she wants that she sells for something you don’t need

Without cataclysmic fear you’ve boarded a craft that you’re going to find is hard to steer
When you wake up from your nightmare it’s already too late

You’ve been manipulated by your inner fears

It’s something the two of you can do without
It really ain’t what you think you’ve been dreamin’ ’bout
Maybe you’ll even fall in love
She’s got sex for sale

Where will you go from here? What will you do when everything has disappeared?

©2010 Chris Rupert

 

Convergence at Fossil Falls

Dawn had broke an early morning in this camp of misery
I wish you`d wanted me to stay but that’s something you won’t see
Hope left our tiny village drowning in the cold
You know I won’t yield; you know I can’t think about it

Bound I face the firing squad from behind blindfolded eyes
Just light my cigarette kiss me goodbye

A bounty on my head I tried but couldn’t make my way back home
I couldn`t watch the tale unfold, had to make my way alone
Mired in your own pain you were the only one who hunted me

And though you won’t yield
I really think you should think about it

Gaze beyond the empty forest where the children used to play

Holed up here at Fossil Falls
One by one the snowflakes fall
Snowhills here at Fossil Falls
One by one the snowhills fall

All that I once had is yours I leave no will or testament
There’ll be no stay of execution – we both know you won’t relent
Silent in my solitude as I choke down my last meal

Could we just cut a deal?
Your only hope is to think about it

‘Cause now I’m holed up here at Fossil Falls
One by one the snowhills fall
Snowflakes here at Fossil Falls
One by one the snowflakes fall
Holed up here at Fossil Falls
One by one the snowflakes fall
Snowflakes here at Fossil Falls
One by one the snowflakes fall
Snowhills here at Fossil Falls
One by one the snowhills fall
Snowhills here at Fossil Falls
One by one the snowhills fall
Snowflakes here at Fossil Falls
One by one the snowflakes fall
Snowflakes here at Fossil Falls
Waiting for the axe to fall

©2013 Chris Rupert

 

The Sniper, the Piper, and Me

We’d planned a picture perfect picnic lunch but clouds were gathering up in the sky
Blissful, oblivious to falling leaves, we never thought to stop and think why
We’d knelt and spread a blanket out under the shade and safety of that oak tree
So many leaves sheltered us from reality evading intimacy

Amid the din of secret conversation I’d seen every word that you’d said
Lost in thought it seemed that everything I tried to say got stuck in my head
And although we were staring lovingly and deeply into each other’s eyes
You couldn’t fathom what was hiding there; what lay concealed behind this disguise

As the conversation spreads its wings and changes course to find other skies
It seems to me we should have sensed some hint at goodbye

I can still remember how we’d gathered there and sat under that old oak tree
Without a first or second thought of how we thought things might be
Though I can’t recall just how it happened there underneath that old oak tree
Inner voices hid from me an end I should have foreseen

Now was it something that I said, an odd remark or comment made out of turn?
Shaken, now hanging on my every word your face showed no small cause for concern
In that brief instant you had glimpsed the truth – a subtle shift and my cover was blown
3, 2, 1 it had all come undone and we were left sitting there alone

As the conversation spreads its wings and changes course to find other skies
It seems to me we should have sensed some hint at goodbye
And how or why we didn’t at the time up to this moment I’ve never known
Perhaps that’s why we never understood why you’d gone

I can still remember how you left me there, standing by the old oak tree
I remember laughing but the laughter wasn’t coming from me
I can still remember how you left me there, standing by the old oak tree
When you put it together you dropped our numbers back down to 3

There used to be so many voices in my head to help keep me company
But in the end the only ones remaining are the sniper, the piper, and me

©2013 Chris Rupert