Joe Forkan

Joe Forkan

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Window Out of Here

Written By: Joe Forkan

Window Out of Here
©2007 Joe Forkan

Can’t sleep for the dreaming
Can’t wake from the dead
Can’t stampede the voices
All bunched up and screaming in my head

I’ve walked ruts in the carpet
Stacking mumbles on the shelf
I’ve stared holes in my cereal bowls
And I’m keeping all the bad parts to myself

The suns moved from my doorway
Fifteen times since you veered
I'd leave myself if I thought it would help
But you’re the only window out of here

You might think I’m obsessive
To follow you how I do
Just making sure nothing happens to you
While you figure out that I’m your only fool

A man's home is his castle
But I’m living in my head
And all these walls are too wide and too tall
And you’re the only window I have left

Each night you step outside your door
I can’t help but wonder where you go
I’d never ask you, you’d never tell
You’ll never see me, and it’s just as well
But there’s something tender in my soul

Now beneath her veranda
I’m living here in bliss
Every night I can see that I’m right
And you’re the only window out of this

Don’t trust my own opinion
And my reflections no help
I’m god I’m shit I’m a son of a bitch
And you’re the only window I have left

A mans home is his castle
But I’m living in my head
And all these walls are too wide and too tall
and you’re the only window I have left

Ironically

Written By: Joe Forkan

Ironically
©2007 Joe Forkan

Your irony
Is killing me
Just how you mean
I can’t tell

But it’s just as well
I should just let it be
But some sincerity
Might clear the air

Cause I can’t stop thinking
And it's got me drinking
Alone in this place

Your sweet voice I heard
Didn't catch a word
So you replayed your dirge
And said here’s how I feel

And I’m such a heel
‘Cause I couldn’t tell
What you really felt

And I’m so confused
Cause I’m just not used
To someone that’s so cool

So you twist me around
Make me think up is down

but I won’t say goodbye
Cause you’d laugh where I’d cry
I’ll say I’ll be right back
So you’ll know what I mean

I won’t say goodbye
Cause you’d laugh where I’d cry
I’ll say I’ll be right back
So you’ll know what I mean

Do you know what I mean?

Pavlov

Written By: Joe Forkan

Pavlov
©2008 Joe Forkan

Charlie curb crawls with a carving knife
For the scarlet letter girls
And he double-checks his color wheel
Before he asks them for a whirl
He's got to make some careful choices
Before he spills a little ink
'cause he could write his own obituary
If they're blue instead of pink

Carrie's tarted up like Alice
In a dress that's size 14
She doesn't dare drink from the bottle
She knows that just makes her mean
But she can fake a little wonderland
'cause there's all those bills to pay
So she's a pistol in the evening
And a bullet in the day

I guess we all make our choices
From the cradle to the grave
But someone's ringing Pavlov's dinner bell
Maybe the choice is already made

Charlie wrapped himself in Cupid's arms
Then he drifted off to sleep
He's thinking she's no imitation
A gritty pearl against his teeth
She dreamed she flew across the ocean
And it was like she always could
But she keeps clipping off her feathers
'cause they look nice in a book

She's a bright spot in his darkness
He's just a stain upon her dress
But he wasn't hoping for transcendence
Just to relive an old caress
But you know he never understood her
Though he tried so hard to please
She married him in Spanish
And divorced him in Chinese

He only got a little kindling
But he can make the chimney smoke
But she's just thinking of old Henry James
Whether Henry likes it or he don't
We'll all keep taking chances
'til they put us in the ground
'cause virtue's sold by volume
and vice is sold by pound

Now the shed's all full of drama
Wrapped in old extension cords
And there are fingers like a midget's
From the rusty table saw
So she's digging up the power lines
And burying the dead
And fussing with the wring
At the bottom of the bed

I guess we all take our chances
From the cradle to the grave
But someone's ringing Pavlov's dinner bell
Maybe the choice is already made

Charlie's up before Jesus
Telling Sunday morning tales
With a virgin bloody Mary
Stretching canvas pounding nails
There ain't no diamonds without pressure
And the deadline's judgment day
Got to keep begging for redemption
While we keep the Lord at bay

We've all got our problems
From the cradle to the grave
Someone's ringing Pavlov's dinner bell
Outside an empty cage
We'll all keep taking chances
'til they put us in the ground
'cause virtue's sold by volume
and vice is sold by pound

Music of Our Hearts

Written By: Joe Forkan

Music of Our Hearts
©2007 Joe Forkan

Thought I saw you at the light
From the corner of my eye
On an unfamiliar street
Came an old familiar smile
It could've been the song
That was drifting through the night
Like a flower's sweet perfume
Made me think of days gone by

Well, I heard it once before
On a tinny radio
From a station out of tune
Just this side of Mexico
On a moonless desert night
Alone in the wide world
We danced beneath the stars
To the music of our hearts

You haunt me
Can’t I be
Lost in your arms
Those rhythms
Can't keep them
Far from my thoughts

Once upon a time
You gave your love to me
Wouldn't say that it was true
Couldn't say that it was free
But I know that you are mine
And I know just where you'll be
Lying in a shallow grave
Now the devil waits for me

You haunt me
Can’t I be
Lost in your arms
Those rhythms
Can't keep them
Far from my thoughts

Now that I'm alone
I can't stand the empty nights
And my mind is not my own
that's where you hold me tight
And I know that I will see
with the setting of the sun
a shadow dancing on the wall
to the music of our hearts

You haunt me
Can’t I be
Lost in your arms
Those rhythms
Can't keep them
Far from my thoughts

Second Chances

Written By: Joe Forkan

Second Chances
©2007 Joe Forkan

A green stuccoed shotgun shack
Sat just off the road
Built in leaner times
And every night you’d find

A row of motorcycles
Desperate eyes and drunken ciphers
Awake and wishing not to be
Alone with their reality

Just around the corner
I loved a girl who wasn’t mine
And I peeked out through her blinds
Longing for a place to hide

With no tumbleweeds or tumbled fences
Where these vacant lots and vacant glances
the ruined grass and the broken glass
just a memory of this dusty patch

We all dream of second chances
We all dream

The green stuccoed shotgun shack
Sat vacant by the road
Til a man of faith and piety
Took possession and he turned the key

With a painted cross above the door
Folding chairs on the concrete floor
and humble cars that sparsely dot
The Sunday morning parking lot

I saw all this while driving by
In a faded suit and a thrift store tie
Convinced of my trajectory
But I couldn’t help but see

That those inspired by purple robes
By crystal towers and the wealth of Rome
Would be humbled by the sincerity
Of these faithful and their tiny dreams

We all dream of second chances
We all dream
That these rivers of light
Can cross rivers of sand
Of chasing the sun
To the end of the land

The green stuccoed shotgun shack
Sits empty in the weeds
Shuttered windows, plywood door
No one goes there anymore

And a single mark from a midnight tagger
Is painted on the side, must’ve changed his mind
Found he’d nothing he could add
Nothing he could leave behind

I was passing through, almost passed it by
As an older man with a better life
I sat down there sheltered from the wind
And let it all flood back again

I could still feel the hunger,
from days when I was younger
And though it isn’t all I’d hoped it’d be
It made me remember why I felt so brave to try
Under a sky so big
this town’s still shrinking in its shadow

We all dream of second chances
We all dream

From the edge of the world
Can you see your way back
And remember your life
When the world was still flat

We all dream of second chances
We all dream

Blue Sky Blues

Written By: Joe Forkan

Blue Sky Blues
©2007 Joe Forkan

The cicada's droning
cuts through my sleep just like a blade
And an August sunbeam
punches right through my window shade
Well, the snooze bar is busted
and the church bell's chiming noon
But for me this sunshine
just can't fade away too soon.

'Cause since you left me baby
The weather just don't match my mood
I feel so cold and dreary
Got those blue sky blues.

So I stumble out the door
and I squint into the light
And everybody's saying
that the temperature's just right
The old folks like the heat
and no one seems to miss the snow
But baby my dreams are made
entirely of H2O

A deluge from up above
Could wash away all thoughts of you
But that smiling weatherman's
Giving me those blue sky blues.

Your bitter words they scorched me
as you stormed across the lawn
With me standing in the shadows
I watched you drive into the dawn
Now I woke up parched and empty
another victim in the heat
Now I need the rain to fill me
leave me splashing in the streets

But the canopy overhead
Is unrelenting in its hue
gonna leave me down here
Singing my blues sky blues

The setting of the sun
Sinking bloody into night
Offers no relief, no comfort
Just leaves me sweating in the moonlight

Now the mercury is rising
and the barometer says no change
But I feel a little misty
and I swear it smells like rain
So I beeline for a bar stool
and settle into the gloom
Well there are plenty of people getting wet
in this darkened little room

My thoughts start getting cloudy
After tossing back a few
It takes a certain kind of downpour
To chase those blue sky blues

Step Outside

Written By: Joe Forkan

Step Outside
©2007 Joe Forkan

You've no choice to hear them tell it
Your loudest voice will never sell
The thoughts inside your head develop
So you step outside with the sun going down

So you take a break and stumble around
And watch the night settle over the town
the day is done
but it's not for everyone

The blue light and blue faces
Sell a world that just brings me down
There's other views and other paces
gotta get outside before the days pass me by

And I'll push away like a boat from the shore
Let the waves push me out past the shoals
It's just life, but it's nice
Enough

These simple days and their pleasures
An honest smile brings a tear to my eye
I'm the richest man, beyond measure
And all I own is the peace in my mind

And when my moment's gone, this much I know
I'll take it with me, wherever I go
It's my life, and it's nice
Enough

Step outside
The weather's fine

Camelot

Written By: Joe Forkan

Camelot
©2007 Joe Forkan

The credits rolled on Camelot, before I was born
That last golden age, a bloodied page
And though I tried to shed a tear
I never felt like it was real
Just another rerun on the tube

With the body counts in Viet Nam
I was playing on my lawn
But I watched the army take the boys away
And I watched Nixon wave good-bye
With an unsuspicious eye
'Til I had it all explained to me

Do I pretend to understand?
Or let it go, break or bend
Ignore the madness in their eyes
Or feign resistance when they die

The pied piper's cloudy dream
the 1960's call
Tune in, turn on, drop the ball
The times they are a'changing

We learned our hopes; we learned our dreams
And our values on the screen
While our moms were working at the mall
And the new religion of the self
Put the future on the shelf
History’s lessons given spin control

Do I pretend to understand?
Or let it go, break or bend
Ignore the madness in their eyes
Or feign resistance when we die

There's too much tragedy to see
it comes through my TV
Whole world dieing in my living room
And when I try to shut it out,
you turn to me and pout
and berate my irresponsibility

They try so hard to see the truths
of the disaffected youth
So they can chart their marketability
And when they think they know your views
gonna sell them back to you
it's the house of style on MSNBC

They traded martinis for marijuana
Ignorance for ineffectiveness
the times they are a'changing

Stop, hey, what's that sound
everybody look what's going down,
Stop, hey, what's that here
it’s just another message from Miller beer
The times they are a'changing

Distant Skies

Written By: Joe Forkan

Distant Skies
©2007 Joe Forkan

I’m drawing a map of you with every new day
And I’m learning the shores of this heart of yours
A vast mystery I find as I wander these days
Adrift in your eyes under distant skies

I fall and I soar with the ocean’s roar,
My feet don’t touch land and it’s hard to tell
Just where I am and where the future lies
But I’m sailing for you under distant skies

The thought of your hand in mine
leads me to search ‘til I find you

Out on the ocean’s swell, I wait for a ring
Like some tethered communiqué
Tin cans and a string
In the language of dreams and the language of sighs
I wait for your call under distant skies

The wind blows me to you on days cloudy or fair
Warm sun on your face, or cool breeze in your hair
To weather the storms and crash on your shores
With you finally mine under distant skies

The thought of your hand in mine
leads me to search ‘til I find you

Just Fine

Written By: Joe Forkan

Just Fine
©2007 Joe Forkan

I stagger step away
From this day is wet
and cold and I hope I get
an answer to my prayers
aren’t sincere enough
to bring a sign from
goddamn its wet
and the cold and flu season's
not upon us yet
I heard it through the glass
on the telecast

and they mumble
things are just fine today
things are just fine
things are in line today
things are just fine

My stocks are up
in my plane today
some new developments
look like tiny plastic
model citizens
have a right to be away
from the derelicts
won’t bother us out
here is our home

and they mumble
things are just fine today
things are just fine
things are aligned today
things are just fine

grow up grow old
keep your promise meet your goals
if you have the inclination
people all agree
you can do it just like me
Call for more information

and they mumble
things are just fine today
things are just fine
things are just fine today
things are just fine
today