Jorge Palomarez

... You left your goats for a bigger goat                       That wore my face                                                           You dropped your guard to keep me company                 But it wasn't enourgh I wreaked in lust                          And I lost your love                                                     And the focus of the things you meant to me 

Leena, oh Leena you're beautiful                              Blowing through my head like a hurricane                     Leena, oh Leena I call your name                                   It's written like graffiti in my brain                          Leena, Leena I need your love                                          I just can't find a way to make right                      Leena, I swear I'll make it up to you                           Please don't leave home alone tonight

I'm flat on the ground   ....................  Two dimensional    How I got here   .......................  Is quite conventional 

You wore the crown  ..........................  I wore the cape      You were in your element ....  I could never escape ...    

... My vertical rise  .........................  Is virtually gone            X's and Y's  .........................  Are all that is drawn ...  

... Now you're speaking in rhyme ... In a weak paradigm   Claiming that I'm  ............................  The perplexed one  

We wave our goodbyes  ................  Proclaim our demise    Saving our lies  .............................  For the next one ...

...I was thinking of you  .................  I was thinking of me   From the night that we met ... To the night you cut free  Dreaming of you  ..........................  In a love circumstance   How I loved the notes  ...............  And you loved to dance   

... I was dancing with you  .... With your hair on my cheek  Hand on your hip  ...................  I caressed your physique     It was a night with no end ... And I was dancing with you   And we danced  .....  Yes, we danced  .....  Ah we danced ...    

... Argentite screens fulfilling their fantacies                Conceal their deception beneath their facade                   The menace is fueling the lights and the glitter               As we cast rave reviews and stand                            Stand and applaude ...    

...  If science were to judge your ultimate victory            Would all your participants wait in the halls                Your symbol of excellence unclaimed in the trenches     Enticing the victors to vacate the stalls

What would happen if we had drug testing for the Grammys and the Oscars? Hmmm!   

It's six o'clock in the evening                              Shadow's beginning to fade                                              I blinded my eyes with the tangerine skies                      As I watched the silhouette you made ...

... Twelve o'clock in the evening                                     My shadow's on the other side                                        It serves a new soul and I won't have control               'Til the night and the morning collide ...

It's six o'clock in the morning                                       My shadow is newly revived                                              It's been revised                                       Recrystallized                                                                  And me, I'm just glad I survived ...         

... Well it could've been you                                          And it could've been me                                               I'm plugging the sun with my finger                          Destiny turns                                                              Defiant to prayer                                                           You swore that's the thing that would bring 'er            Now you go back to the dancer                                       And I'll go back to the singer ...

15 past the hour                                                    Midnight seems so distant                                       There's monsters in your closet                                   Trolls beneath your bed                                     Imagination running wild                                                In the landscape of your bedroom                         Everyone you fear                                                          Is doing cartwheels in your head ...      

...  So you walk up to the old house                                   A man sits at the porch swing                                            He wears a shirt you gave him                                   10,000 years ago                                                          His hair is changing hues                                             And it makes him look much wiser                                 You trampled through the bloodlines                                But he never let you go ...  

If you throw something far enough it will hit you in the back of the head ....   JLP