Fault Lines
new song, out soon.
Copyright 2009 Cheryl Anderson
Oh, Jimi, why?
Why are there lights
moving my pen
whenever I write
This is the time
Watch the fault lines
They’ll act like our kind
but they’re dead inside
Oh, you know, you know, you know it
Oh, you know, you know
I count 69 spirals inside
216 million points of light
The rose is on fire
in the tower tonight
I’ll give all my love
to carry it right
Carry it, I’ll carry it, sweet chariot
sweet chariot, take me, take me home
Your Mother’s on fire if your darkness is your light
Gonna take a little ride into paradise
got a merman sittin’ shotgun 1983
we got directions from a message given to me
Pay attention, little girl, hold out your hand
said the Devil to the Angel of the Promised Land
Well I’ll never stop lookin’ for the glass in the sand
And I’ll never give my heart to a dying man
You know the fault lines trigger the chorus to descend
You know the fault lines trigger the chorus to descend
You know the fault lines trigger the chorus to descend
The fault lines trigger the chorus to descend
And the words become real if we sing ‘em
You can channel anything, why don’t you then?
All the real ones did, what happened to them?
Call up the sky
ask for a light
‘Scuse me while I
take this ride
back to the beach
where the stars first met me
where the sky is clean
See ya round, Jimi
