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I'm now a regularly scheduled
artist
at
AVA
Roasteria in Beaverton, a great place to wind down
and
enjoy life. See my schedule
for dates and times.
Wildernessed
Wildernessed
DREAMLAND
(Music and Lyrics, Patrick Burke)
Think I may be in the book now
Think I finally made your list
You're giving me that look now
I'm just mill for the grist
When do I get to see you?
I'm waiting here impatiently
Every car on the road now
Seems to be heading your way
Every cloud in the sky now
When do I get to see you?
When do I get to know?
I'm finding you in dreamland, I'm finding you here
I'm finding you in dreamland, I'm finding you here
I'm gonna see you shortly, I'm gonna see you
I'm gonna see you shortly, I'm gonna see you
Down to the finest degree
Here with our coffee and tea
You'll feel much more than you'll see
Here when we whisper and shout
You turn me down and refuse
these Foolish things that wise lovers do
Life favors what we're about
Here when we whisper and shout
I love this passionate game
Slake my unquenchable flame
I know there's no one to blame
Here when we whisper and shout
*Italicized lyrics, Oscar Wilde
The radical mayor of Moscow looks into the street
and thinks about the size of the earth
There are people all around that never will be found
Never get their chance to save us all
They rattle in and out of life like heat within a
flame
Some will leave a name, the rest will disappear
Some are lost
Dynamite and socialites will never blow me away
As long as I can stay within these walls we have
These walls we have
Whatever you believe, whoever you receive
Truth is an opinion and the facts a mystery
Like the texture of the air we breathe and suck between
out teeth
Nothingness has something you can feel
We are the legends of our own illustrations
The last link in a chain attached to nothing
Holding onto water as it rushes through our hands
I'll meet you in the stands before they crumble
We are not lost.
I bent my eyes upon the summer land,
And all the painted fields were ripe for me,
And every flower nodded to my hand;
But Sorrow came and led me back to thee.
* Italicized lyrics excerpt from a poem by Lord Alfred (Bosie) Douglas
The Best Thing
(Music and Lyrics, Patrick Burke)
I think about you every time it rains
and all the roads that lead up to your name
the tether is invisible but then...
I miss you when I'm playing my guitar
I miss you and I don't get very far
I miss you and I don't know what to do about you
I know that you're gone
and I know that I'll go on
If this darkness has a dawn
I miss you when I'm lookIing at your face
a photograph could never take your place
It's the only thing that hangs upon my wall, that's all
You know I love you
I miss everything you do
and I learn as I go not to feel so low
I know that you're gone
and I know that I'll go on
You're the best thing I've got wrong
You're the best thing...
A Thirty-second Song About Suicide
(Music and Lyrics, Patrick Burke)
Well it's not that I'm suicidal
It's just that I'd feel much better dead
And it's not like I don't like survival
I only disagree with every thing I've said.
Do you hear her? Yes, I do, Sir.
Could you love her? Yes, I could, Sir.
Whatcha doing Jennifer, my love?
Whatcha doing now?
Right now...
Jennifer
J-J-J-J-J-Jennifer
Oh, life is blue
Sometimes the sky will fall
Your voice is coming through
But I might not take the call
When you look to find a particular sign
Can you read the rules that you've redefined?
I'm sorry, so damn sorry
I missed it, I never guessed
You express yourself so well with silence
And I read your mind but I must've missed it
You feel so self-contained
You are your own light
And the hand that I extend
Is the hand you bite
Oh life is short
Good friends are hard to find
It takes a strong will to ignore
Such a sinister downhill slide
When you read the lines that you've redefined
Can you leave the sign that you know is lying?
I'm sorry, so damn sorry
I missed it, I really missed it
Your judge and jury say
The guilty party is always out there...
I'm sorry, so damn sorry
I missed it, I never guessed it
You express yourself so well with silence
And I read your mind but I must've missed it
I'm sorry, so damn sorry
I missed it, I really missed it
Your judge and jury say
The guilty party is always out there...
The Rain Inside
(Music and Lyrics, Patrick Burke)
So I wait for the rain in my heart
And it falls from the clouds in my eyes
And it's quiet, so quiet
She forgets about him she forgets
And he thinks that she still cares, he doesn't think
And the black dog lies down, lies down
And the sadness in the strings he can't face
As the angel finds her wings and flies away
And the sorrow that he feels is the wealth
of his mistakes
Oh no the world moves on to slow
I get impatient for a change
And I've tried to keep what seems to drift away
I've tried to tell what's black and white from grey
I wonder if you ever look at pictures
I wonder if you ever hear those songs
Sometimes I catch you shadow in the mirrow
I wonder what I did that was so wrong
I still remain as viewless as I ever was
The views that I retain I can't defend
I'm tearing at the world, I'm tearing out the page
That tells me how the story starts to end.
Overblown, this cause is overblown
Just tell me what you think and I'll go home
Really there were you really there
Sometimes I don't believe the things I know
Your feelings must be hidden deep inside you
Like ancient relics kept within a shrine
I'm not so sure I never feel their presence
I'm not so sure I never feel they're mine
I don't know why I write these words and sing these
songs
I don't know if it's futile just to try
But the feelings that were overflowing yesterday
Are too persistent to be drowned out with a lie
No matter what you think I may be saying
No matter what I sound like in this song
My heart will only be here for the taking
No matter if you think that's right or wrong
All my friends appear to come and go
I seem to lose more than I make
Last night I dreamt that I was losing ground
I feel the same when I'm awake
Oh no the world moves on to slow
I get impatient for a change
And I've tried to keep what seems to slip away
I've tried to tell what's black and white from grey
My head is full of magic, baby,
And I can share this with you.
The feel I'm on a cross again, lately,
But it's nothing to do with you.
I'm alive, so alive.
I'm alive, so alive.
This drug makes me crazy,
makes me see more clearly.
Oh, baby, now I can see you.
Wish I could stop,
Switch off the clock,
Make it all happen for you.
I'm alive, so alive.
I'm alive, so alive.
I don't know what color your eyes are, baby,
But your hair is blonde and brown.
Your legs are strong, and you're so, so long.
And you don't come from this town.
My head is full of magic, baby,
And I can share this with you.
Feel like I'm on top again, baby,
That's got everything to do with you.
I'm alive, alive.
I'm alive, so alive.
De Profundis
(Music and Lyrics, Patrick Burke)
I walk for miles without you down streets that are all
about you.
We started out with diamonds
Diamonds in the way you looked at me
I found you in the desert your hair was falling down
upon your face
What if we lived under a different star
Where fate was bringing us together instead of pushing
us apart
The heart you have inside where all your thoughts
reside,
Surely you can see, please remember me
Two silhouettes of birds in flight, I really thought
I
might
Have found the warmth of winter
Your image in the mirror,
and what you said to me was beautiful...
Seems like a thousand years, seems like you're far
away,
Seems like you're gone
We started out with gold but when I tried to hold you
Something changed to dust
I want to meet you in the morning, I want to meet you
at night
I want to find you in the forests of Arden, I want to
make love to you.
Incessant and intense I find another fence
That keeps me at a distance; your steadfast resistance
There's nothing I can do or say
I have no right to you
But nature takes it's course and there's no greater
force
Than how I feel about you
Before the rains will come there is a gathering of
different
kinds of clouds
Some will break and some will stray
The wind will take the rest away
So many things I long to do so much I want to tell
you,
So much I want...
You're the way I feel when I wake up
From a good dream
Oh pray for me I'm empty as a seashell, a long
distance
call to nowhere
I know that's this is useless still I hope for some
relief
Some kind of a connection
And maybe through it all you'll know...you'll know...
That I genuinely love you.
Wildernessed
(Music and Lyrics, Patrick Burke)
In the way you look at me
It's in the way you look at me
the feeling
Travel through the open door
We travel through the open door,
look up now
You've gone so far
Tell me you love me
You've gone away
Tell me you love me
Tell me you love me
Yesterday was bright and fair
Footfalls were as light as air
I'm fading
Echo of a ringing bell
The echo of a ringing bell
Is fading
I'm not asleep
Oh but I'm dreaming
I'm not asleep
Oh but I'm dreaming
"Someday all
of this will only be a memory. A memory steeped in
emotions I will question. That's what
love becomes when taken out of
context; simply a questionable
emotion."
O. Wilde
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