brooklyn betty

Unique begins as strange

Until it twists and bends

Normal with each turning page

Into a droning trend

Hop a fence, rearrange

Change the day for

A hundred percent chance 

More strange, more mist

Pry the rift, pry it loose

Don’t refuse

There’s nothing to lose

Let it flow, the strange

Strange mist  

Strange mist, strange mist

Seeping through the rift

Strange mist, strange mist

Rising above the cliffs

The morning welcomes each afternoon

With peanut butter

Jelly between wheat

Some tea, some music

A companion, some love 

An hour to be free

Light breezes by

The sun winds down

Nighttime skies climb

Pulling up the moon

Tomorrows morning’s dew

It’s all good until

It’s gotten all the same

Each and every day 

It used to be new

There was not a

Colonel Mustard, no rope, no revolver

No billiard room, not even a clue

Tired of the same ritual

There needs to be new

For this crazy boring pave   

Bring in the strange

A dense unique overlay

Strange mist

Strange mist, strange mist

Seeping through the rift

Strange mist, strange mist

Rising above the cliffs

The skies are thick

The ground is soft

Visibility, it’s less than

Less than an inch

Strange mist

It’s here for good

Got everyone

In a solid mood

Ordinary is adrift

Strange mist

It’s a hit, it’s a hit

Seeping through the rift

Strange mist

Rising above the cliffs

Strange mist

A hot air blimp

Slips in the rift

The spirals falling

Falling to oblivion

Aren’t you so damn special

Stuck in the seams

Your eyes light up

Light up by what

The new has gotten crazy

Crazzzy old

You sit nostalgic in your yard

Nostalgic in the arms

Of your own minions

Sleeping with one eye closed

Wicked karma’s an infinite course

Wicked karma’s in your face

You’re sitting in the dark

It gets at you, it gets to you

Your eyes light up, your eyes light up

Wider than the skyline night

Your eyes, your eyes

Light up, light up, your eyes light up

It gets at you, it gets to you

Your eyes light up, your eyes light up

Brighter than the height of the spire

Your eyes, your eyes

Light up, light up, your eyes light up

You forget the sleepless

They can’t dream

The trees have forgotten

Forgotten how to leave

Life’s got levels, by the three’s

The barrenness of ten rings

All on one hand

How’d you get that medal

The burdens heavier

Than the clocks sand

It’s all on you

Ignore the meddle

You’re way too far

You must decompress

It gets at you

The heights aren’t light

You got to decompress

It gets to you

It gets at you, it gets to you

Your eyes light up, your eyes light up

Wider than the skyline night

Your eyes, your eyes

Light up, light up, your eyes light up

It gets at you, it gets to you

Your eyes light up, your eyes light up

Brighter than the height of the spire

Your eyes, your eyes

Light up, light up, your eyes light up

The camera is broken

The mirrors are smoking

It spoils the night

The clean is too thick to see

The slow is quicker in between

Everything is everything

As it didn’t seem

You float downstream

Backwards, leaning for a branch

Breathe soft, breathe deep

The waterfall will drop

You in the sea, wherever you don’t want to be

It’s an illusion to the floating feet

You can fly nine times out of ten

Only if you believe, just not this once

Your eyes lit up for what you didn’t see

Lying on the bed on its head

It gets at you, gets to you  

Touch the beams by eyes

In between the floorboards

The sound shines

Wider than the skyline night

Your eyes, your eyes

Light up, light up, your eyes light up

It gets at you, it gets to you

Your eyes light up, your eyes light up

Brighter than the height of the spire

Your eyes, your eyes

Light up, light up, your eyes light up

Last night’s the night I walked across the sky

To the valley of the 4000 meter range

My jaw dropped, my eyes glistened

I stood for hours in fascination

What a holiday on the shore

Of Lake Brienz and Thun

The view of the giants lay

In my sight, within reach

I saw Eiger, I saw Monch, I saw Jungfrau

The crest of three peaks

Jutting from the body, jutting from the Alps

I didn’t need to breathe, I was fixed in scenery 

The world was spinning

I was standing still

Singing I need to stay

The traveler’s blues

Don’t yet turn the page

I met her on the train

We talked for hours, the night wound down

Oh I wish I could keep, keeping on

In Wengen, in Murren, anywhere with her charm

The lakes and this mountain range

Ohh miss, where’d your eyes get that gentle touch

I’m amazed by your beauty

You’ve got the hair of a horse’s mane

Did you descend from heavens

Were you made by the same

That made this breath taking mountain range

These pleasant views

You make me wonder where I call home

“Thank you herr, I’m humbled by your compliments

I’m no angel from the heavens above

I’ll let you know that I call here home

I’m not from dreams, I stand the same

I’m so grateful for these lakes and the mountain range as well”

“Life here is the like

Of across that over there lake

It can be easy, it can be tough

I’ve put in years, had smiles

I’ve also cried many tears

I wear it in my heart

With pride right on my sleeve

Applaud and bleed this place of mountains and lakes

My pockets are filled deep with memories and views

From the Jungfrau, the Bernese Alps”

I knew I’d find peace here

If I walked east across the seas

You speak as lovely as you look

Are an essential piece of the landscape

You’re so genuine, I’ll remember you

As the snowflakes

Don’t melt away, keep doing fine

You, the lakes, and the mountains

I’ll be back someday soon

To the Jungfrau

He leans against a telephone pole

On Ohio and State

Beating on a trash can

Singing his way to Grand

The fiddler has lost his guitar

He counts hours by nickels and quarters

He’s a ghost to the unknown man

On weekends, weekdays, around 8 and 5

At lunch when red lights shine

All the concert’s times 

The crowds gather all around

Listening to his one man band

Just to walk right by, moving on

With a few head nods, hat tricks of dimes

It’s been hours since he last stood

Each time and step, a curtain call

To play for the next passerby

Is he gonna make it by the next rain

Will he make it to the end

Dance his last dance with a grocery cart

Outlast all the clapping hands

The sad story of an endless mission

With an inevitable end

The doors will hit you when you’ve run

Hit you in the face during a storm

When it rains, the bees, they pour and swarm

They’ll hit you no matter

What you’ve done a hundred times

You’ll soon find out that all the right you’ve sung

Has caused so much wrong

And all the signs you’ve followed

Have been switched along the way

Right when the bus arrives

Right when the bus departs

Right in front of the checks cashed

The grocery mart

Ads for huevos, carne and leche

The driver has no worries

You’re just one ant marching all alone

The driver’s attitude is as strong as his horn

It’ll take more to prove he’s been doing wrong

You’re wearing red with a phobia for bulls

There’s nothing coming from down the street

Except midsized cars and pickup trucks

You damn near made that bus

How will you ever make it home

You have no horns nor are a matador

Trapped in red, with no bricks of gold

You find the earlier you leave

The more you’re late

You’re never able to get ahead

The sad story of an endless mission

With an inevitable end

The doors will hit you when you’ve run

Hit you in the face during a storm

When it rains, the bees, they pour and swarm

They’ll hit you no matter

What you’ve done a hundred times

You’ll soon find out that all the right you’ve sung

Has caused so much wrong

And all the signs you’ve followed

Have been switched along the way

Luck is all that you ever, never find

You run, for what’s not trying to hide

It rolls along as you watch

As it turns the other way

The puzzle pieces are lost

Their crumbling apart

A deteriorating plan of standing and waiting

The schedule shouts you got ten minutes

To stand and listen

To conversations, screams and off beat remarks

With no built relations

But you’re stuck in adverse conditions

Standing for an inevitable walk

The next one will never be on time

You weren’t even given a chance

Judged by the onlookers you step left then right 

It’s only getting darker as you’re baking

In the heat of fright, the criticisms of the dark

Whispers are louder when senses are geared

You’re ears are sticking straight up

The destination is ahead, the end

Each second seems like three

Clammy from perspiration

Your hands squeeze tight

For all that you feel you need 

The doors will hit you when you’ve run

Hit you in the face during a storm

When it rains, the bees, they pour and swarm

They’ll hit you no matter

What you’ve done a hundred times

You’ll soon find out that all the right you’ve sung

Has caused so much wrong

And all the signs you’ve followed

Have been switched along the way

You’ve later finally made it

Grateful for the misfortune

The end is surprising

You see him leaning against the telephone pole

Playing your song

You got just enough for one dinner

Drop all your coins in his cup

That night has made you a little wiser

The fiddler a little richer

As you both scribble your own stories

Still working on the end

Aren’t you glad you made it, it’s not the end