Mystik Spiral Songs

Behind My Eyelids
by Trent Lane

As lashes close
I see my woes
Spread out like a carpet of bugs
In absence of light
Pass visions of night
And shallow graves left halfway dug

Behind my eyelids
Is a world you cannot see
A place that's just for me
Behind my eyelids

You watch a tear
It trickles clear
And glistens on my skin
My liquid pain
Oh, would profane
Please baby, let me in.

Repeat Chorus





Birthday Present for Jane

Little sister, little sister,
you came into my life like a twister
What can I get you that you haven't already taken?
What can I get you that hasn't been killed by corrupetion and greed?
What can I get you that isn't tie-dyed, or like you already have?
Or plastic, or not alive, or so sad?

Does anybody know, does anybody know why we're here!
Does anybody know, does anybody know why we're here!
Does anybody know, does anybdy know why we're here!





From the Futon
by Trent Lane

There's no place to hide things
Under the bed
And nowhere to hide from what's true
Down here by the floor
My soul calls out "More!"
But knows that its cry won't get through

From the futon
From the futon
Everything, always so low
From the futon
From the futon
I'm in limbo - how low can I go?

I don't have a headboard
Or boxspring of wire
My spirit's hit low altitude
The mattress is thin
It's itching my skin
And that isn't helping my mood

From the futon
From the futon
Everything, always so low
From the futon
From the futon
I'm in limbo - how low can I go?



Icebox Woman

You sure have the knack,
Of putting my heart
On the shelf in the back.
I'm waiting my turn
Oh! When will I learn?
My poor heart, You're giving it freezer-burn!


TRENT

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