The Tombs

Untitled 8
by B.C. Dodge

Well I came here about a year ago
God, how the time has passed so slow
I’ve watched many young hearts grow old
One thing stays the same
everyone has their dreams and schemes

M.B. sings of standing in the spotlight
playing his songs to the young girls all night
saluting dreams of flying high someday
flying so high and make all this go away

Jones wants to be a mommy
and to love baby more

Sailor said “I feel I could teach…
think of all the kids I could reach.”

Dee wants to get her degree
than go out in life
to see what she can be

And when the sun goes down at sea
they all come to see me
and they cry…

We all feel a little low tonight
play that song you always play
make out troubles all fade away
please play, play, play

So I please them all and play for a bit
But I know very soon I’ll be sick of it all
and I know in the end I’ll be alone again
and I don’t know just where to go

“Turquoise Blue (with a touch of Purple)”
by B.C. Dodge & Matt Tellier

She closed her eyes and cried
“Daddy must it be this way?”

“Relax baby doll” he said
“rest your head…
Daddy’s always there for you.”

So paint a picture
paint a picture
a picture of turquoise blue

He said “Baby doll…
Daddy’s going to leave you soon”

She noticed a tear in his eye
“Daddy, why do you cry?”

“I’ve tried to teach you
right from wrong…
Please care for you sisters
and your mother while I am gone”

So paint a picture
paint a picture
a picture of turquoise blue

He squeezed her hand
and rested his head
There he lie in his bed

So now she must come paint the sad
picture of turquoise blue

So paint a picture
paint a picture
a picture of turquoise blue

“Meaningless”
(1994)
by B.C. Dodge & Matt Tellier

Tainted children
my mistress of the death
bleeding ears
define fleeting years
I’m being held under…
I’m running short on breath

And I wonder where am I running to…
And I wonder who am I running from…
Is there light at the tunnels end?
When will I bleed again?

Life is meaningless
meaningless

Tainted children
my past alive again
painful hands
refuse to kill my killer
I’m being beat again

I refuse to breathe anymore…

And I wonder where am I running to…
And I wonder who am I running from…
Is there light at the tunnels end?
When will I bleed again?

Untitled 7
by B.C. Dodge

It started slow…
my baby learned to say
things like…
Mommy, Daddy, and no

And as he grew
he learned to say
I love you

Now he’s grown
and gone away
I saw his bride
he married yesterday

Of all the things he and I
learned to say…
“Good bye” is the one in the way

Always through the years
I will shed my tears
Inside I die each time
Lord, I hate to say Good bye

And so it’s come to you and I…

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(1993)
by B.C. Dodge

Darkness.
The few colors there are
fill the world
They look as if a young child
in a hurry to be first done
had colored the universe

The angel of death
he is your neighbor
your brother
your wife
No longer must we fear the angel

Music.
Music fills the halls
the music of the dead
The ghost song
unwritten

The Shaman dances to the music
and rules his underworld
the shaman rules
with his magic touch

Is all this to much?