Moonchild

Burnin' heart, blue fire, sapphire deep
(Still waters?) - not hardly,... but hard currents
Pressed doubt, push and pull, the climb out is steep
Spat upon a rock, empty dock, nighthawk
(Shell-shocked, through and through)

How low ... must I go,
... grieve enough, (paralyzed) - by you?
How high ... must I fly,
... leave, (the ostracized) - soar anew?
Because I'm not given the choice for belonging

Black ice eyes, wiser in reprise, yeah tense
'Cause some feel, need to slam ya down a peg
- Then say 'lighten up',... good luck finding sense
They're extreme, silence or scream, no between
(Their way or nothing)

How low ... must I go,
... grieve enough, (paralyzed) - by you?
How high ... must I fly,
... leave, (the ostracized) - soar anew?
Because I'm not given the choice for belonging

(c) Kay Irvin

Wallflowers

We join in for fun
Is this how it's done?
We're allowed part-time
They pick and choose prime
Nice,... they let us know
Where to meet, let's go
Countdown,... ill at ease
Wait,... wait-for-it ... please

Nudge, nudge, shoot a glance
Assumed,... we don't see
It's quite obvious
But we keep it on the QT
And we pretend stupidity
Numb IQ, (check), RSVP
And we pretend stupidity
They condescend, WTV
Anything ... to take their minds off
Their own misery
And misery loves company
They're there, they're there, they're there, they're there
(and misery loves company)
They love to drama up (despair)
They're there, they're there, they're there, they're there

Forget it, relax
Soon, we'll turn our backs
When we leave the room
Shredding can resume
How we dress and look
How we live or cook
What we say and think
Think I need a drink

And run, screaming into the night

Calling on Wallflowers
Rally underdogs
The awkward are cool
Make it our time,... the status quo
Calling on Wallflowers
Rally underdogs
Break every rule
Sideline, social dance,... golden glow

(c) Kay Irvin

Hellions

There's no pleasing everyone
It's delirium to try
(ask me why)

Sewing circles needle lies
Silvery threads had sewn my eyes
Lashes ripping, open wide
But they'll never care what's inside

The hellion and wild child lives
Through hypocrisy-laced motives
Even if you cater whims
Some would stitch you with requiems

If they can't think on their own
And self-righteous snare make their throne
Let the instigators rejoice
And beset purl seal up their voice

Hellions, rebellions, anarchy
Not trendy circle's cup of tea
There's no pleasing such snobbery
It's delirium to try
(can you see why?)
(can you see why?)

(c) Kay Irvin