The Confessor (Family Unit, Voice 2).

She arrives worn out by the news
and stumbles weakly into the booth;
she'll have to put up with all their views
and find sanctuary in knowing the truth.

There is no priest to hear her confession
and it feels like this could be her last,
clearing her conscience has turned to obsession
but she's felt this way in the past.

The stained glass windows reflect no light,
only the fading glow of a single candle,
casting playful shadows against the night,
stirring fears she can barely handle.

She falls to her knees in vigorous prayer
warding off the hollow disillusion,
the guilt grows inside her, too much to bear
she loses herself in childhood delusion.

One memory plays after another,
she blocks it out but the visions persist:
the repeated image of her childless mother,
she passes out and begins to un-exist.

She's lost in a far and timeless place
where the homeless souls find retreat;
it's a truth she can choose to deny or embrace
as she draws closer to self-defeat.

But she's often struggled with her belief
and knows to hold back her death rattle;
she recovers with a calm and numbing relief:
one more day, one more battle.

*Greatly inspired by a discussion with my Skater Girl.-*

The Philanthropist (Family Unit, Voice 1).

Offer me a place to hide,
let me be your wounded pride,
make my bad dreams go away;
awkward hugs are here to stay.

Raise me into your regret,
label me your unpaid debt,
hold me through my restless night,
let your comfort be my light.

Take me as i am, father,
you're the one that has to bother,
i didn't ask to be your understanding,
ofcourse i'm going to be demanding.

Yes, i expect for you to give
more than just enough for me to live,
it's gonna take some sacrifice,
but passion's got to bear a price.

So lay the world right at my feet,
responsibility, you can not cheat;
let me into your circle of trust,
love me, daddy, because you must.

The drunk goodbye.

I'm off to Las Vegas and it's for good,
been playing the stakes higher than i should,
I gambled my shadow right where i stood,
woulda tried abit harder if i thought i could.

I'm headed to Vegas but before i leave,
i want your name to be the last breath i breathe:
i'm gonna win it all back, babe, cos i believe;
let that reassurance to you be the last i deceive.

I'm going to Las Vegas and i wont be back.
Whatever the stakes, never fold your right to be black;
i leave you all my chips though it's no big stack:
my life silently switched to the side B track.

I'm on my way to Vegas cos it's in my stars,
whatever you do, dont let them see your cards,
dont lose yourself to loose women in loose bars;
I'm 'a win it back, babe: our house, our love, our cars.

It's off to Las Vegas and then it's done,
you're the only jackpot i ever won,
but i lost this race even before it begun;
gonna win it all back, babe, gonna be number one.

I'm leaving for Vegas but first i'll say:
just ignore Frank, don't do things my way,
don't hitchhike your way through life on the highway;
take care of yourself, i love ya, goodbye babe.

Inimitable.

Every dream has been sold,
every story has been told,
every question has been raised,
every art piece has been appraised.

Every song has been written,
every lover has been smitten,
every symphony has been played,
every comment has been made.

Every portrait has been painted,
every image has been tainted,
every invention has been concieved,
every lie has been believed.

Every battle has been fought,
every lesson has been taught,
every theory has been tried,
every tear has been cried.

Every danger has been warned,
every tragedy has been mourned,
every faith has been exposed,
every doorway has been closed.

And everything i've said has been proved untrue,
but never has there been a beauty like you.

My song.

Don't ask me about litote and elision,
my writing ne'er was anyone else's decision,
i can't use metaphors to describe everything:
love is music and i want to sing.

The endless use of hyperbole would fail
for i'm weaving the greatest, most magical tale,
and though my ballads may have a burlesque ring,
love is music and i want to sing.

Loosely lacing my lyrics with alltieration
would be like leaving the house with no destination;
what simple joy a simile can bring,
love is music and i want to sing.

But you can't write a song as a blank verse
and to misuse enjambment would be worse
than choosing epic over melody to be king;
love is music and i want to sing.

So i ignore structure and throw out the rules,
that kind of systematic writing is for fools;
i'm gonna belt this melody out in full swing:
i'm in love, now hear me sing!