DIAMONDS AND DEMONS

Here comes Nebraska and Idaho
and a broken down bus from Buffalo
36 Britneys and all the rest
showing off their new fake breasts oh yes
they're dressing to impress

Cuz this town is full of diamonds and demons
and it's painted with the pretty faces of past seasons
so hurry up and get in line
and pray for the sun to shine
cuz you've got so little time here in the mine
of diamonds and demons

I know a guy who might like you just fine
he's got his own studio at Hollywood and Vine
do a little something nice for free
he might get you on TV oh yes
ain't this town the best?

Cuz the streets are full of diamonds and demons
and they're paved with the pretty faces of last season
so hurry up and get in line
and pray for the sun to shine
cuz you've got so little time here in the mine
of diamonds and demons

You're still in line but you're behind
you tell yourself you're doing fine
you've tried so hard to hide the scars
but you're still working at that bar
pushing beer under the leering eyes
of men that you despise
and now the weeks have turned to years
and you're still here, dear

Where the streets are full of diamonds and demons
and you're one of the pretty faces of last season
someone took your place in line
you're dying on the vine
so drink up now it's closing time here in the mine
of diamonds and demons

Copyright 2004, John Beeney.  All rights reserved.
THE BRIGHTER SIDE

On the street I pass them by
golden haired and sparkling eyed
with crisp white smiles and happy sighs
as they walk in the sunshine

All my life I've tried to find
happiness, a quiet mind
some kind of faith, some kind of sign
but I can't seem to find the brighter side

Snow caps and world maps
the pleasure of strangers
mysterious dangers
and all those greener pastures
Alone again and stoned again
and chilled to the bone again
I'm hungry for sun
or the warmth of someone

Another day, another chance
to make my way, to dance the dance
and to give another passing glance
at this fading dream of mine

Maybe I'll walk, or take a ride
or have a talk where I confide
that I never, ever want to die
til I finally see the brighter side
I'm still looking for the brighter side

Copyright 2002, John Beeney.  All rights reserved.
ENEMY

Maybe it's worse than we thought
hanging from trees and rooftops
another sleeper cell beware
underneath your easy chair
the enemy is everywhere

Another terrorist hides
lock all the children inside
we don't care about poverty
or that you're choked by the yoke of corporate greed
we must defeat the enemy

But tell me who is this enemy?
Does it fly through the sky, does it swim in the sea?
Or has it always lived here in the "land of the free?"
Or could it be the enemy has become you and me?
Is the enemy you and me?

I switch on the news "live at five"
to see who's no longer alive
amazed by the day's events
another talking head sittin' on the fence
phone in your favorite side

Please just vote for one enemy
is he dark as the night or as tall as a tree?
Or has he always lived here in the "land of the free?"
Or could it be the enemy has become you and me?

Tell me who is the enemy, do you see him each night
on your color TV?
Who is the enemy, tell me
Who is the enemy, does he live in a cave
or on a hill in D.C.?
Who is the enemy, tell me

Maybe it's worse than we thought
enemies are all that we've got

Copyright 2003, John Beeney.  All rights reserved.
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