Deep Salvage


The Forgotten Place

There’s a need that burns
Like a forest fire
Scattering the casualties of my desire
In love and loss
In flood or drought
All the seeds I’ve scattered were just seeds of doubt

From Hong Kong to London
From Bangkok to Rome
From New York to Rio
To a forgotten place called home

Sparks and wind
And a fire starts
The ecstasy of every
Collision of hearts

From Berlin to Cape Town
From Bangkok to Rome
From Singapore to Paris
To a forgotten place called home

But there’s a fire still burning
And that wall of flame
Stops you from returning
The way you came

With their mother’s ghost
Still between the sheets
My imaginary children walk the streets

From Hong Kong to London
From Bangkok to Rome
From New York City
To a forgotten place called home

 

Borderline Love

You say you’re leaving
That things just don’t seem right
You blame my past
You blame my appetite
But there’s fire in your eyes as you head for the door…

Like me you want more
Like me you want more
Like me you want more
Of this borderline love

You say you’re leaving
I always thought you would
And to lie to you now
Would simply do no good
And there’s one thing that I know for sure as you head for the door…

Like me you want more
Like me you want more
Like me you want more
Of this borderline love

I was never quite yours
You were never quite mine
We were living
we were loving
on the borderline

And there’s one thing that I know for sure as you head for the door…

Like me you want more
Like me you want more
Like me you want more
Of this borderline love

 

Waitress Blues

“I went home with the waitress
the way I always do…” – Warren Zevon

Well…the coffee was cold
But the waitress was hot
And I could say where I was
But I would rather not
Some things it’s just better
To try to forget
But as hard as a I try
I’ve not forgotten yet

That the coffee was cold
But the waitress was hot
I could say where I was
But I would rather not

I could name the town
But that would not be wise
The memory plays tricks
And it likes telling lies
With an old song’s words
Ringing in my head
I let the dark-eyed waitress
Take me home to her bed

I could name the town
But that would not be wise
‘cause the memory plays tricks
And it likes telling lies

In the morning I head
For god-knows-where
With my heart and my body
In need of repair
With her scent on my skin
And her voice in my head
And my youth left dying
On her unmade bed

And in the morning I head
For god-knows-where
With my heart and my body
In need of repair

The coffee was cold
But the waitress was hot
And I could say where I was
But I would rather….

 

Easier Said Than Done

All my needs are gathered here
In the open loud and clear
Finally revealed by what you’ve done
Views of you inside my head
In my arms and in my bed
Memories of moments lost and won

Loving you is easy
I have no doubt you’re the one
It’s just that loving you – that’s easier said than done

I chased shadows found your smile
Somewhere I could rest a while
I chased the moon and found the sun
But your heart could not be tamed
Could not be tied could not be named
As quickly as you came you were gone

Loving you is easy
And I have no doubt you’re the one
It’s just that loving you – that’s easier said than done

And how did I get here
With love caving in to fear

And if you take a picture of me
You’ll see everything I swore I’d never be

And loving you is easy
I have no doubt you’re the one
It’s just that loving you – that’s easier said than done
Yes and loving you is easier said than done