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Im Dyin Lord

They call it depression
In the looking glass
I do not know
I call it the path

Emotional healing
And I can’t complain
I’m looking up ahead
An approaching train

It stops to get me
And I climb aboard
It takes me down
To the place that I’m…

Dying Lord
I’m dying Lord
Said I’m dying Lord

I’m Dying Lord
Emotional upheaval
Said I’m dying Lord

© 2015 Martin H Wilde

MIRACLE MILE

Darkness all around me like a Crocodile
I’ve seen it all my life (it only smiles)
Look to the light within to keep it at bay
“The journey’s within” they always say

I call her on the telephone, hoping that she’s home
Her eyes stare through me, green arrows down my spine
Like a cat watching a rabbit from a fence
Always there in time….

Walking on the miracle mile again
Walking on the miracle mile again
Walking on the miracle mile again, like an English boy
Walking on the miracle mile again

Shove off he says, I’ll catch you
I love you, you know I trust you
You’re all I want; you’re all I am
I’ll lay here in this haze like I am

Like a staircase winding out of sight (I’m looking at heaven’s door)
Don’t hear Daddy’s footsteps anymore
Laying on the floor in a drunken stupor
On the bottom step…(I know)

I’m walking on the miracle mile again
Banging on the miracle mile again
Walking on the miracle mile again
Looking for you like a long lost friend

A street I’ve been on long before
Streams of humanity, traffic signals pushing through
I’m in mauling, scrawling, crawling, pawing
War-torn human hell

A woman cries, She’s crying out my name
But I’m too far away to talk to her
I see her down a gentle grade, a shiny sparkling surface
Like a slide to hell, soaked in rain… (and I set out)

Walking on the miracle mile again
She’s standing there waving to me like a long lost friend
Don’t know what it means, don’t think I care
I keep walking on down the miracle mile again

Walking on the miracle mile again
She’s screaming to me like a long lost friend
Sitting on a milk crate selling all her wares
To anyone who works and can pay the price

I remember you, I trust you, I love you
You’re all I am, all I want, it’s always been
Like a flashlight in a cave, outside heavens gate
Oh, darkness separate…

Have another cup of coffee in the morning
Then go on back to bed……

© 1993 Martin H. Wilde

FUNNY DAY


Let me share something….

…Weird day, weird day, funny day, the only day
…Weird day, strange day
…Forms of my music
…Runnin’ through my head

Wind blowin’
Grass flowin’
Rebirth coming
Expanding
Moving out
Like a chicken
He’s growin’ though his shell

Gonna bust it off
Gonna expand out
Fear
Powerless
Wet chick sitting in a new world

He ain’t the one
You know it’s better
He’s a new man
He’s a new thing

Birds flyin’
Air blowin’
Sun shinin’
Mountains
Lookin’ down on me
Suggesting things I never did see

Things I never thought
Things I never knew
Places I never been
People I never knew

I’m new
Reborn
Like a child
He’s just comin’ on

He’s lookin’ out
In a dark forest
These God-damn trees
Keep getting in my way

Gonna cut ’em down
Gonna level it out
Gonna burn it down
Gonna work this thing out

I’m just bein’ reborn
Like a chicken
Like a baby
Bustin’ out his shell

The shell of understanding
That surrounds my heart
It’s a thing that’s gotta go
It’s a thing that I can expand out of

A thing I’m gonna move out of
A thing I’m gonna work out of
I’m gonna wait here, I’m gonna wait here
I’m gonna wait here, I’m gonna wait here

The phone will ring
And everything
Will turn around
It’ll be different the next time

Be the same thing
The same thing
Be the same thing
Again next time

How many years
Must this go on?
Night and day, night and day
Night and day
It’s on and on

How many years
Must this go on?
Dark and light and night and day
How many years must this go on?

Confusion
Madness
The mind is makin’ up
What the spirits doin’

It’s fightin’, pretending
Fightin’, pretending, fightin’, pretending, fightin’, pretending

Fightin’
Resisting everything
Holding back, holding on
Bleeding finger nails
Letting go of things
That chain me down
They’re chainin’ me down

Holding me down
Like a chain, on a balloon
Cut it loose, rise a little
Holding me down, holding me down
Air blowin’ down through this place
My camp
……………..Hard times, waiting outside your door!

Ya know what?
I’m gonna make sense of this
One life
Eighty years
Gonna make sense of this
I’m gonna work it out
You know I will…

Gonna cut that chain, rise a bit
Cut another chain, gonna rise a bit
Cut ’em all loose, rise up through hell
Rise up through Hell
Rise up through the smoke

I’m gonna walk
North
With the earth and my mind
Gonna feel my skin
Feel this thing
Gonna work it out
Gonna work this thing out

© 1997 Martin H. Wilde
Remix 2015

Life is Short (music)

Life is short
She said

Life’s too short
He said

Too short to feel
Too short to wait

Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me, my friend?

Life is short
She said
Wanna do what I wanna do
Don’t want to wait

Life’s too short
He said
Don’t wanna feel
Life’s too short
He said

Life too short
Too short to wait
Too short to suffer
Too short to love

Life is long
So, so long
So, so long
So long my friend

© 2015 Martin H Wilde

LUST AND FOUND (MUSIC)

Air flight, float down
See the trailer, outskirts town
Find the floozies in the gowns
His oil soaked undies, lust and found

Jism chasm, she’s so fine
Cosmetology’s fine line
Paint it up to sell it high
Twist the colon of your mind

Vicious love, to make it pay
Angry pity cries today
It never matters, what you say
Lust-and-found the game you play

Side slip, vacant eyes
Angry pity, fearless cries
Use them up, and down your thighs
Its only time, ‘Til they get wise

To make it through and not get caught
Just shut your mouth, like you were taught
And sell your love, for nick-nacks bought
The lust and found, where safety’s sought

Downtown
Smiles abound
Sell your soul
Lust and found

© 2015 Martin H Wilde

Life Can Be That Way

Life Can Be That Way

Take the L train
That goes uptown
Watching vagabonds
From your window seat
Ladies that used to be so fine
Pushing shopping carts
And drinking wine

Life can be that way

I don’t know….
Its white outside
All the things I feel inside
Want to make a call
Want to change my mood
Feelin’ on my fishing pole
Fishin’ for food

Life can be that way

Maserati dealer
Is wearing a shiny suit
Takin’ out his fishin’ pole
Fishin for food
Sheer walls
Endless towers
Sittin’ in the clouds high above

Life can be that way

© 2015 Martin H Wilde

I used to know how to walk on water

I used to know how to walk on water
I used to be so unafraid.
I could save the weakest tyrant
And I could knight the proudest slave
I could give riches to beggars
And give love to the one who hates
I could tempt a whore so frozen
And I could torture the strength of fate

I used to know how to walk on water
The king of kings they knew me well
I could give sight to blind men
And make a mute man sing in hell
But now I watch with awe and wonder
Doubt has now befallen me
I ask The Lord to show me mercy
And to give me sympathy

Forgive me now my useless thunder
When I was such a dynamo
I am here and I am humble
For I know not which way to go

I used to know how to walk on water
I could give the dead hot life
I could murder the joy of Satan
And make his mistress be my wife
I will be the dream of cowards
And they will never resemble me
I could see them doubt me under
As I set each one free
Now I just sit and wonder what
illness has befallen me.
This sick of mine make me surrender to
this world of vacancy

Forgive me now my useless thunder
When I was such a dynamo
I am here and I am humble
For I know not which way to go

I used to know how to walk on water
Now I sink in the dirt
No kind of holy laughter
Seems to reach beyond the hurt
I used to know how to walk on water
I used to be at peace with love
All it’s strength and all it’s power
Would lift me up so high above
Burning star of holy wonder
Women would rush to be with me
But now I’m lost inside the thunder of pain
which holds insanity

Forgive me now my useless thunder
When I was such a dynamo
I am here and I am humble
For I know not which way to go

Forgive me now my useless thunder
When I was such a dynamo
I am here and I am humble
For I know not which way to go

==Joseph Arthur

SCORPION

Welcome again
To the Last Chance Hotel
Sittin’ in the sun
Planks dried out years ago
By something
That’s more bitter than sunlight

Like a Scorpion
Sitting in the sun
Fun
We’ve only just begun

Hmm, they say misery loves company
Well, I’ve got me
Sitting here with space
As far as I can see

It strips you down
Strips you down
Lord, it strips you down

‘Till nothing remains
Nothing remains
Nothing but instinct
Remains
Scorpion Instinct

Hmm, it’s wild
It’s wild
It’s wild
Wild
Scorpion
It’s Wilde

It’s been one o’ them days

© 1998 Martin H. Wilde