Springtime

The tambourine man has his fingers hooked around
an imitation antique streetlamp.
He’s spinning wildly like a child,
his hands made cold and damp
by the fog which stealthily surrounds him.
He’s paying less than no attention
to the lead green paint chips falling to the ground

His face is pointed to the sky. He’s howling like a cyclone;
an immense and terrible din.
He spends his night beneath this yellow light
where his hair looks gray and thin.
His lips are stretched like strips of meat
laid out for mother night to eat.
She loves to feed on madmen who wander out alone.

Chorus:

These lovely springs
from which dusk flows;
Though winter’s gone
the chilled winds still oft blow.

Lunacy, the luxury most men are not afforded;
it paints the eyes with mischief.
Shadows of dew dripping from the moon,
sounds a moth could not believe
piercing oceanic curtains
with a pattern wrought that’s all but certain.
But you can’t see it so you say that it’s distorted.

The bright spring days
Retreat into rehearsal
Til winter’s stage is broken
By time’s own role reversal

Some men sit on mountains til the walls break down.
Some men sit and wait for death,
bide their time with half closed eyes,
hesitation marked with labored breath.
But other men dip into the stream.
Their lives through madness, more extreme.
A dream world appeals to those who want unbound.


Autumn's Sigh

I’m tracing the edges of her cherry stained oak bed
Slivers stand relief.
Her breasts rise as she breathes.
I still can’t quite believe
where this day has led.

I slip out from under her grey-green flannel sheets,
walk to her window,
feel the warm fall wind blow.
Then I gather up my clothes
and head out towards the street.

Autumn ageless, you
bring me to the borders of potential.
Autumn ageless, you
snuff out the sun, let the evening cool.

Pink petals falling as cover for old wood and stone,
people shuffling by.
I dodge a child on a sky blue bike,
turn my eyes inside
ask, “Why am I alone?”

I wonder if she’s woken, or if she’s laying still.
The thought carries me swiftly.
Those times she is with me
I never know I’m missing.
I wonder how she feels.

Autumn ageless you
Bring me to the borders of potential
Autumn ageless you
Snuff out the sun, let the evening cool

I wander for hours, until the sun seems near to sleep.
I stop to watch it sinking.
The change of seasons gets me thinking.
The drunk dusk air I am drinking;
the whole thing makes me weep.

Night comes quick like fire, overtakes my heart.
With it dies my shadow.
What is left I don’t know.
I run back towards the day’s glow,
try to catch its start.


Dreams

I fight this waking feeling
Pulling as it is into the dawn
I wait with eyes closed, yet not sleeping
Wishing that the half-tapped dreams would stay on

Chorus:
I never get enough of dreams
Receding at the edge of sleep
A glimpse of Eden’s all I’ve ever seen
Just enough to make me weep

My eyes peel back unto the new day
Meandering visions settle back into my brain
My memory in failing can only betray me
Leave me a foggy vision of the Elysian plains

Chorus

Those first few moments are the loneliest
That I would ever wish to know, in waking or besides
I feel I fall in love each night and I am breathless
To know that all the dreamers have their lovers locked inside

Chorus

As I pull sheets and covers over me
My eyes close and my breath it stills
The darting visionary rhyme of dreams
May quench my mind, but never quite fulfills


So those are my favorite songs. They all have guitar parts, and some have bass parts. If anyone here would be interested in helping me further flesh them out, let me know.