In place of anything better: " When I'm Makin' Lies Again"

This week, I'm not sure if climbing up the hill or racing down is any easier than the other. Here is the latest lyric substitute which is finding a few chords to rest upon. A gig somehow involving the intimate apparel industry is hopefully coming in the near future. Keep your seatbelt fastened and your legs crossed.


WHEN I'M MAKIN' LIES AGAIN
(Slow-walking ballad with pensive starts and stops)


You may be more fortunate than I am

do not have so far to fall,

do not have to fall at all,

do not have to fall again for higher yet to fly.


I'm no angel-child, no angel------ as if

these wings were real.

If you see me coming, crashin' down hard,

say a little prayer,send it falling down to me.



You may have a place where you can rest, Girl,

do not have to close your eyes'

don't forget the starry-skies

do not have to find sweet sleep, not knowing

what is best.



I'm no devil-child , no devil-----as if

these fires were real.

If you see me quittin',cashing in ---Babe,

breath one little prayer,

a path marked out across the stars for me.




Then again this song may not be mine - Girl,

doesn't hold much truth at all'

doesn't tell the tale so well'

can't expect much rain to fall

when sun can't also shine.



I remember laughter felt so good:

what is it I feel now upon these wings?

Scold me with a little prayer

for makin' lies again .

Chide me with a little prayer,

I need to laugh again.


Like when you said:

You're more like me, than you will ever know.