Salvation For Me |
In the spur of a moment,we're gone.They can walk in our shoes, while they're mowing their lawns.Cause we're gonna leave the groundand travel nine hundred miles at the speed of&I don't how long we can ...
Posted by Michael McNeil on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 10:14:00 PST |
To the listener |
So myspace has this nifty little feature where you can add my songs to your profile. I don't know for sure, but I think every time someone visits a profile that has one of my songs on it, my pla...
Posted by Michael McNeil on Sun, 31 Dec 2006 01:05:00 PST |
Nights and Weekends |
This phone is a watchpot that never boils-a handful of silence with fingers coiled.What is that ringing? What is that soundlike a host of canine ghosts at the pound?Like a beautiful smile on the...
Posted by Michael McNeil on Sun, 31 Dec 2006 05:22:00 PST |
Asphalt Lullaby |
The picture in the frame is not the same, although it looks that way. Perceptions of your face are commonplace, just like they were before you shut the door in my face. The view from here ...
Posted by Michael McNeil on Thu, 14 Dec 2006 07:28:00 PST |
The End of the World |
The rocks on the hilltop, like mirrors, reflect your stoned faceand the moon in the sky- it's silent and still like the graveof us both.You've gotta tell me what you said to the sky to make it Fall, t...
Posted by Michael McNeil on Mon, 04 Dec 2006 04:22:00 PST |
The Words |
Bring me a bowl of evergreen on the fourth of July.Smile and say you're mine. Everything is difficult at the wrong time,so just in case, I will set the pace.I'll never tell you so you can't forg...
Posted by Michael McNeil on Sun, 19 Nov 2006 01:21:00 PST |
The Last Attempt |
I met this girl at a party last night. I want you to see her.I want you to see the way she moves in the light on the front porch wherewe used to stand.No one's around, but she's grabbing my hand...
Posted by Michael McNeil on Fri, 10 Nov 2006 09:48:00 PST |
Caril |
Look out the window, see the sea of grain, 'cause the main road ended days ago. No wonder rain clouds hang so low- it's okay though. The wind will blow. Are you concerned that I made a wro...
Posted by Michael McNeil on Sun, 22 Oct 2006 01:15:00 PST |
Butterfly |
The emerald curtains are open on you. The vaulted ceiling is turning sky blue.Are you ready yet? Are you ready yet?you say, "You don't know what I'm facing." But you turn every face in the crowd."You ...
Posted by Michael McNeil on Sat, 29 Jul 2006 03:01:00 PST |
Mounting Elevation |
Mounting elevation-Are the sidewalks flying, or are you trying to?Mounting resignation-Are you leaving or are you trying to?Mounting inspiration-you can love again if you just remember howMounting ant...
Posted by Michael McNeil on Wed, 19 Jul 2006 07:39:00 PST |
