Lyrics from Picasso Tomato
Stealing Dreams
words and music by Doug Hewitt
You feel the dream in words of some underwater blue english rhyme.
Some sexy mammals DNA moves in geologic time.
Free from the so long conversation there he goes again.
Pounding rain at dawn to become her lover. We havnt changed.
What have you become the key you are in how rearranged.
Parallel thread stream overflowing but simple to keep.
Now everybodys got one waking wanting
Stealing Dreams How did you know? It seems so far to go.
Between, close to the end. Unseen It’s time to pretend.
Feigning sleep the shape form contradictions turn toward the mime.
Penguins marching lockstep oppposition your paradigm.
Smoke signal picture show is notable while you were there.
Shakespear moon to rise at the intermission name of a cry.
Unzip your genes the lust is mitocondria now papal morals deny.
Eventual horizon is juxtaposing your oblique view.
Enough time has passed whatever that is for random fears.
The thing itself in undue satisfaction trail of tears.
Music is music as art is politics. Weapon of vertigo.
Indifferent flats and sharps superimposition on a natural E.
Picasso painting mountains on the moon now let it free.
Just select your presidential mass destraction marching to war.
What To Look For In Your Face
words and music by Doug Hewitt
Maybe you just served my dinner or that could be the back of your head.
Do I hear you on the jukebox? Come again, I didnt hear what you said.
Smiling face behind the register. That could be you crossing the street.
Next to me on the train to New York.
Is this where we were supposed to meet?
Didn’t you tell me you’ld be here in this time and place,
or did I misunderstand what to look for in your face?
Browsing in the corner bookstore, would you be in new or used?
Are you in those faded jeans? Could you be my secret muse?
Up on the stage one night see those eyes in the second row?
Kinda blinded by the light but, how would I ever know?
Showing at a local gallery. Painting of a starry sky.
On the bottom of the right hand side -
Is this only who the paintings by?
Waiting in this lonely universe I know this cannot be my fate.
Now you may be gazing at the stars asking "How long must I wait"?
Holes In Heaven
words by Claudia Rullman, music by Doug Hewitt
Walking around on this bright blue ball thats dancing around the sun.
The song in the sky is so high and so sweet
so why are you looking down at your feet?
And why close your senses? Why close your eyes?
Why go ‘round banging your head against the sky?
(Ahhhh....The beautiful sky....Ahhh)
Haunting your own life like a phantom. Running scared and alone.
Like someone who’s forgotten how to find the way home.
Where did you learn this lesson? How did all this begin?
You spend your whole life confessin’ some unforgivable sin.
Lets make something impossible as simple as opening a door.
Go poke some holes in heaven cause what do you exist for?
The Man You Need Me To Be
words by Claudia Rullman, music by Doug Hewitt
Well I’ve got to think this over. This just isn’t feeling right.
Blinded by confusion. I’ve been sitting up all night.
I don’t want to make you sorry. But this pain in my head.
Thought that this was what we wanted. Now I don’t know what to do.
Do I make a firm decision? Should I leave it up to you?
When we made a new begining how were we supposed to know?
We travel toward what what we can’t see.
I don’t think I can be the man you need me to be.
How can we know when we begin what a
heart breaking scene we’re gonna get ourselves in.
Well you know I really love you I’m just trying to make you see
If we try to stick together I can’t go on being me.
Didn’t want to lose your friendship.I don’t want to see you go.
There on the horizon hangs a bright mirage.
Always somehow seems to end in sabotage.
Crystal Ball
words by Claudia Rullman, music by Doug Hewitt
On this snowy night outside snowflakes spiral down.
Pretty as a scene In a crystal ball.
I could hold it in my hand. Turn it upside down
watch the snowflakes fly but I never get inside.
Such a perfect sight. See the people walking home.
Arms filled with bright gifts for someone they love
I want to hold it in my hand. Turn it upside down
watch the snowflakes fly but I never get inside.
Here I sit alone. Watch the twinkling lights below.
Try to understand why there's no one here to share
A glass of wine. The candle glow.
A kiss beneath the mistletoe.
Star light star bright I wish I may I wish I might.
What did I do wrong? Was there something I forgot?
Everyone I know has someone to love
I want to hold it in my hand. Turn it upside down
watch the snowflakes fly but I never get inside.
Relativity
words and music by Doug Hewitt
In my dream of waking climbing ahead is falling behind.
She is my brilliant darkness a ray in the night striking me blind.
Everything is relative, she said black holes evaporate.
Does it really matter? You gotta make your first ten thousand mistakes.
We’re just aspiring primates she said lying on the bed.
searching for meaning in our mobius heads.
In her pleasure she takes my pain. I give all she’s got to take.
See her running through the woods. Feel her moan and ache.
She’s my underwater acrobat. These are extrapolated arts.
I came to her in secrecy. I said closing opens and ending starts.
Like a virus we fall in love, she said the lust is in our our genes.
Just like woman, just like man. Salvation in extremes.
Then she pulled me closer and in a whisper to confide.
I’ll be your primal prophet, she said the other is always inside.
The beginning of the end. The whole in some of your parts.
Let us end the beginning. Choose what you will impart.
The effect of desire. You can feel it in the wind.
The last page is read with a kiss to begin.
My darkness inside your light I said as she closed my eyes.
Just feel the truth in me right now everything else is lies.
It’s all in contradictions. Our reasons to be alive.
If we know anything at all any meaning we derive.
I want you to know me. Put your hand here on my heart.
I could just drink you up, I said closing opens and ending starts.
This January Night
words and music by Doug Hewitt
A crystal view this January night through the cold and whipping wind.
Feel the present floating down stream, coming from within.
Most humble of beginnings. A single step outside the door.
Lace of leaves etched in frost embroidered on the forest floor.
Find a new road tonight with the soles of my feet.
Between the trees I see the sky, a new path I am to beat.
Branches rattle in the wind, cycles of death and birth.
I am walking upon history, beneath my feet, within the earth.
I hear the cooing of an owl. The fluttering of wings.
Smell the sweet scent of pine and the forest begin to sing.
Stars appear in the black ache of infinity.
The bright lane of the milkyway dancing ecstatically.
Smile river smile.
Above the line of trees, above the dirt
I watch the full moon rising up from my rocky perch.
As this moment becomes the present light beams from the past
Stars sing in unknown languages, echoes of ancient chants
Thoughts project like liquid flowing over everything.
This Van Gogh canvas of the sky, colors spiraling.
Staring from this mountain top deep into space.
To the very large the very small must barely leave a trace.
Human sentimentality, a ripple on a pond.
In the deepest blues and greens we are programed to respond.
In this Trial by existence we have so far to go.
The source of the illusion applauds your solo.
Smile river smile.