Tales from the Ashtray – #7 Of Broken Hearts And Cracked Smiles

Of Broken Hearts And Cracked Smiles

Everything began with you, the bridges burning
Twisting my words, still turning
There’s an end to every line, wake up from the dream
On a midsummer night, where have I been?
Outside, on the other side, see me hiding
Hear the scratch of your pen, you’re writing
Rhymes and lines and words that hurt
Your poetry is killing me

With a cracked smile and a broken heart
With a cracked smile and a broken heart
With a cracked smile and a broken heart

The last leaves of fall settle on the ground
You’re my approaching winter in a cyanide gown
Drown out the voices screaming in my head
Just let me go, why do you have to keep me instead?
Waving, on the other side, I sense you smiling
Hear the falling letters, oh you’re writing
Lines that die and words that hurt
Your poetry is killing me

With a cracked smile and a broken heart
With a cracked smile and a broken heart
With a cracked smile and a broken heart

And I open my mouth to scream
But the words won’t come out
My voice breaks so I suffer in silence
While your waves are crashing on my island

And I open my mouth to scream
But the words won’t come out
My voice breaks so I suffer in silence
While your waves are crashing on my island

With a cracked smile and a broken heart
With a cracked smile and a broken…
Heart

When at last we part, the city is destroyed
Annihilation, misery, come on fill the void
Colors that drain from a photograph
Tear me apart the way I cut you in half
Inside, on the other side, I’m dying
The sounds of a pen on paper, you’re writing
Verses and curses and words never heard
You’re poetry, you’re killing me

With a cracked smile and a broken heart
With a cracked smile and a broken heart
With a cracked smile and a broken heart (you’re killing me)
With a cracked smile and a broken heart (you’re killing me)
WITH A CRACKED SMILE AND A BROKEN…
HEART!!!

Tales from the Ashtray – #6 With A Smile

With A Smile

It’s insane
All the ups and downs
Never knowing where to turn, where to go
And the pain
Not the worst I’ve ever known
When it’s gonna burn, burning slow

I’m afraid we
Might be headed in different directions
Afraid of chasing a reflection
You could use that gun on me tonight
With a smile

I’m a clown
The colors on my face
Washed away by tears, now replaced
Still a clown
So easy to erase
All of my fears, steps retraced

I’m afraid we
Might be headed in different directions
Afraid of chasing a reflection
You could use that gun on me tonight
With a smile

I know I shouldn’t think too much
Hell, I tried
I’d lie
If I said I didn’t care

So easy for you to say
Lift me up or throw me away
I wouldn’t blame you

What we’ve said
Tears I wiped away
I held you when you cried, wish I had
In my head
Still dream about that day
I held you tight, dreamer’s dead?

I’m afraid we
Might be headed in different directions
Afraid of chasing a reflection
You could use that gun on me tonight
With a smile

I care for you, I really do
Feel you here, so far away
Will you go? Are you coming back?
Will you ever stay?

I’m afraid we
Might be headed in different directions
Afraid of chasing a reflection
You could use that gun on me tonight
Or make me smile

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Tales from the Ashtray – #5 Banquo

Banquo

Turn that face away
Where tears have left scars in those eyes
Trace them all the way
From the lines on your cheeks to that cracked smile
No one’s gonna see, no one’s gonna feel
The pain I’ve left behind
In the warzone of a soul lies the wasteland of a heart
Even if you broke me, I tore you apart

When I close my eyes
I see you walking down the aisle
Feeling blue, draped in black
So beautiful in white
I’m the ghost, the Banquo by your side

Burn that fairy tale
On the pyre of a book read in the past
Love to no avail
Shouldn’t start, couldn’t stop, wouldn’t make it last
No one’s gonna see, no one’s gonna hear
The tears I made you cry
In the warzone of a soul lies the wasteland of a heart
Even if you broke me, I tore you apart

When I close my eyes
I see you walking down the aisle
Feeling blue, draped in black
So beautiful in white
I’m the ghost, the Banquo by your side

We were the devil and the dancer
The jester and the queen
Dark inside the light
Never to be seen

One more step my little dancer
Closer to the edge of the world
One more question I can’t answer
Closer to the edge of the world

Twist that knife around
Sever the cord, make the bones come crashing down
Shattered on the ground
Like memories in a trash can, left to rot, left to drown
No one’s gonna see, no one’s gonna heal
The wounds I left inside
In the warzone of a soul lies the wasteland of a heart
Even if you broke me, I tore you apart

When I close my eyes
I see you walking down the aisle
Feeling blue, draped in black
So beautiful in white
I’m the ghost, the Banquo by your side

When I close my eyes
I see you walking down the aisle
Feeling blue, draped in black
So beautiful in white
I’m the ghost, the Banquo by your side

I’m the ghost
I’m Banquo
I’m Banquo
Let me go
You’ll never let me go

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Tales from the Ashtray – #4 Down from the Sky

Down from the Sky

Share another bottle with the mind
One more question asked, one more answer I can’t find
Time spreads around the room like night
And it’s dark again, the focus shifts out of sight

And the walls start closing in
As I lose myself again
Stop the house from crumbling
Stop the stars from tumbling
Down from the sky

Burn another cigarette, catch the smoke
A screen before the eyes, the phantoms of what broke
I crawl on the floor like a serpent in a daze
Lost at the crossroads, unable to find my way

And the walls start closing in
As I lose myself again
Stop the house from crumbling
Stop the stars from tumbling
Down from the sky

It’s raining pictures
It’s raining frames
Shattering on the ground
Colors running down the gutter
‘Til they are no more

It’s raining pictures
It’s raining frames
Shattering on the ground
Colors running down the gutter
‘Til they are no more

And the walls start closing in
As I lose myself again
Stop the house from crumbling
Stop the stars from tumbling
Down from the sky

I’m burning pictures
I’m burning frames
Splinters on the ground
Ashes running down the gutter
‘Til we are no more

We were wrong
We were wrong
We were wrong
We were wrong
We fell down from the sky

We were wrong
We were wrong
WE ARE GONE

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Tales from the Ashtray – #3 She Said

She Said

Words painted on the wall
Letters slowly disappear
It’s obvious we fall
We can’t read when we’re no longer here

We’re nothing but a dream
An illusion, a trick of the brain
Torn apart at the seams
Left to be flushed down the drain

She said
One more pain, one more sorrow
Yesterday will be gone tomorrow
She said
We’ve been jesters, we’ve been fools
Now I’m done and so are you
She said

Windows smashed to pieces
Splintering hearts along the road
If we do this do we need this?
Where do we go? Do you know?

She said
One more pain, one more sorrow
Yesterday will be gone tomorrow
She said
We’ve been jesters, we’ve been fools
Now I’m done and so are you
She said

She said
She said
She said
She said

She said
She said
She said
She knew

Alone, all alone on separate ways
Two minds and different layers
Still we star in our plays
The antagonist is a different player

She said
One more pain, one more sorrow
Yesterday will be gone tomorrow
She said
We’ve been jesters, we’ve been fools
Now I’m done and so are you
She said

She said
She said
She said
She said

She’s sad

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Tales from the Ashtray – #2 Behind the Glass

Behind the Glass

I love you but you just turn away
Is there nothing left to say?
Nothing that you need that only I can give
Nothing in my words makes it worth to live – with me

I run but you don’t walk in my direction
Like a tree in a storm that offers no protection
Rejection – push me away – beg me to stay
Demons are laughing, the devil’s dancing your way

You’ve always been the one behind the glass
My future, my present, my back to the past
I knew you wouldn’t stay, still tried to make it last
Whenever it got worse, you were always at your best

So sick of how you’re treating me – fucking with my mind
I’ve never been anything – nothing more than a child
Anything but perfect, take a look at yourself
Store me in a box, seal it, put me on a shelf

You’ve always been the one behind the glass
My future, my present, my back to the past
I knew you wouldn’t stay, still tried to make it last
Whenever it got worse, you were always at your best

Walk with me the last mile through this land
I will no longer bother you, just let go of my hand
I fly and I die and I fall like a stone
Whenever I’m settled you’re gone and I’m alone

You’ve always been the one behind the glass
My future, my present, my back to the past
I knew you wouldn’t stay, still tried to make it last
Whenever it got worse, you were always at your best

You’ve always been the one behind the glass
My future, my present, my back to the past
I knew you wouldn’t stay, still tried to make it last
Whenever it got worse, you were always at your best

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Tales from the Ashtray – #1 Nothing Kills

Hey,

over the course of the next few days I’m going to publish the lyrics of my “Tales from the Ashtray” album. It’s the second album after “Demons Sleeping in the Mirror” but the first by my new “band” Tales from the Ashtray (which is basically just me). I published Demons Sleeping in the Mirror under the name of The Hallucinogenic Burn of a Really Fine Chili. Anyways, TFTA is based on a series of lyrics I wrote in 2016/2017 and they deal with different personal situations.

Nothing Kills

Nothing kills like the look on your face
Nothing kills me in one million ways
Nothing kills like the shape of your smile
Nothing kills like the truth in your lies

Nothing kills like your cold fingertips
Nothing kills like those knives from your lips
Nothing kills like your thoughts in my head
If nothing kills, then why am I dead?

Nothing dies
Like your eyes

Nothing kills like my name on your breath
Nothing beats me like that heart in your chest
Nothing kills like the touch of your hand
Nothing kills like losing a friend

Nothing kills like the weight of your world
Nothing kills like my love for this hurt
Nothing kills like the thoughts in my head
If nothing kills, then why am I dead?

Nothing dies
Like your eyes

Nothing dies
Like your tears choke on my lies
Nothing dies (like me)
Like your eyes

Feel free to share your thoughts.