Voices of the Empty

Kiss of the deep night

Poem by JD Glasscock

there's a whisper of a dream in the drift of your stream in the late lit window of your bedroom sleep. And when lullabies and lover's sighs slip between the parting of your lips it is a gentle kiss the deep night longs for

Weary Road

Lyrics by JD Glasscock

I've been walking the road

of this weary weary world

wondering how I got here

wondering where it ends

There's mommas weeping

for the blood spent to make

a coin in the pockets of men

For the dustbowl of a back room deal

with a bottle of whiskey and

a shot of sin

There's a killer in the shade

of a story I made

where honest men and

a whore's den is the

commodities we trade

It's the brother and sisters

and lovers born on the wrong

side of the divide

It's the greed and lust

and murder in the propoganda

in which we hide

It's blackjack playing

in the backdrop of my eyes

where the word I use most is goodbye

my ace up the sleeve of fate

It's hard living in a world

so full of hate

Hard living

in a world so full of hate

I've been walking the road

of this weary weary world

wondering how I got here

wondering where it ends

I used to have friends long ago

when a lullaby on the spinning of a toy

was all the joy then became a ploy

to split a woman's legs and make her beg

for the boon to spoon the scars

that marked the streets of my blight

what is right when wrong is the purchase

of most everything

Freedom is the trophy they carrot drop

a moment from our stutter stop

inching their way to weaving dreams

that seem so unlikely on a sober eve

but all the glitter and gold

and lies were told

we stumble on and start to believe

It's blackjack playing

in the backdrop of my eyes

where the word I use most is goodbye

an ace up the sleeve of fate

It's hard living in a world

so full of hate

Hard living

in a world so full of hate

I'm the Tumbleweed Man

blowing through town

as fast as I can

with dirvish eyes

and bald faced lies

and a corpse for flesh

that seems too used

too much like death

And on days gone by

i hear the lullaby,

the lonely wind of a lover's sigh

the nightmares of broken skies

The weeping of a momma spent

a wail to all she's lost

on someone else's bet

Don't fret, don't shed a tear

for those you hold dear

we are all a joke in the spoke

of humanity, a misery

repeated through history

a legacy not unlike the symmetry

between breath and the cold

remorse of final rest

I'm the Tumbleweed Man

blowing through town

as fast as I can

with dirvish eyes

and bald faced lies

and a corpse for flesh

that seems too used

too much like death

It's blackjack playing

in the backdrop of my eyes

where the word I use most is goodbye

an ace up the sleeve of fate

It's hard living in a world

so full of hate

Hard living

in a world so full of hate

I've been walking the road

of this weary weary world

wondering how I got here

wondering where it ends

I've been walking the road

of this weary weary world

wondering how I got here

wondering where it ends

A Dead Man's Tale

Lyrics by JD Glasscock

They said I was a man

Bound for gutter row

A stoner, a loser, a dreamer

without hope

They said I'd always be

A man without means

Fall by the wayside

Worthless as it seems

But deep down inside

I had belief in this ride

No matter what they say

I'll rise with the tide

Just a lonely street of a blues man's shade

Strumming for coins and the chance to say

Dreams are the bricks of the road we pave

Dreams are the bricks of the road we pave

How we breathe and how we pray

So listen all you out there

The dismissed and the fools

Bend your ear to noone

And don't play by their rules

For they will tear you down!

Just a lonely street of a blues man's shade

Strumming for coins and the chance to say

Dreams are the bricks of the road we pave

Dreams are the bricks of the road we pave

How we breathe and how we pray

Lift up your heads, look to the sky

Never lose your hope till the day that you die

For all those that do are dead inside

And they'll do anything

To have you join their lie

Just a lonely street of a blues man's shade

Strumming for coins and a chance to say

Dreams are the bricks of the road we pave

Dreams are the bricks of the road we pave

How we breathe and how we pray

How we breathe and how we pray

They said I was a man

Bound for gutter row

A stoner, a loser, a dreamer

without hope

They said I was a man

Bound for gutter row

A stoner, a loser, a dreamer

without hope

They said I'd always be

A man without means

Fall by the wayside

Worthless as it seems

But deep down inside

I had belief in this ride

No matter what they say

I'll rise with the tide

Just a dead man's tale

Voices of the empty

Lyrics by JD Glasscock

There's a million children feeling down down down

There's a million children feeling down down down

There's a million children feeling down down down

down down down

There's little ones who open their eyes

to the swinging of a fist

There's little ones who open their eyes

and the only thing they feel

is dismissed, resist, subsist, exist

alone and in the shade

empty as empty is made

There's toddlers learning how to stumble

watching their momma's spit fables with needles

There's toddler's learning their first words

and they are "where did daddy go?

There's whole generations who think

a bruise is how they say I love you

There's whole generations who think pain

is the way the day spin's it's end

A friend someone you can spend

for a means to begin

There are voices who never learn to speak

who never learn their worth

who are told they are nothing

from the first time they stand upon

this earth

But we're gonna break the silence

We ain't hiding it no more

We are praying for guidance

We are the waves breaking upon the broken shore

There's a million children feeling down down down

There's a million children feeling down down down

There's a million children feeling down down down

down down down

There's little ones who open their eyes

to the swinging of a fist

There's little ones who open their eyes

and the only thing they feel

is dismissed, resist, subsist, exist

alone and in the shade

empty as empty is made

There's toddlers learning how to stumble

watching their momma's spit fables with needles

There's toddler's learning their first words

and they are "where did daddy go?

There's whole generations who think

a bruise is how they say I love you

There's whole generations who think pain

is the way the day spin's it's end

A friend someone you can spend

for a means to begin

There are voices who never learn to speak

who never learn their worth

who are told they are nothing

from the first time they stand upon

this earth

But we're gonna break the silence

We ain't hiding it no more

We are praying for guidance

We are the waves breaking upon the broken shore

waves breaking upon the lonely empty shore