Carolina Blues

I travelled east toward the rising sun,
Thinking I was going to get away from home.
I thought I might just say, "Screw them all,"
But I found out that ain't gonna work at all.
Boredom set in, or so it seems,
The surroundings were caving in.
This Tennessee boy, from the west,
Had the Carolina Blues.

In the mountains of North Carolina
There is a scary variety.
Weird people, three eyes sometimes,
Don't know how they got there.
Technology is behind three years,
Or thirty, depending on who you ask,
And if one travels far enough south and east,
They'll have the Carolina Blues.

So, excuse me for complaining,
But these things really bother me.
People imbreed, and I really feel weary
About coming here anymore....
It seems to be high time
That we lock up Pandora's Box,
For it might be here in Carolina town
Giving off the Carolina Blues.

Enter the Dark Side

Oh, the boy had such potential,
Potential to set the world afire.
Oh, the boy could've been a savior,
Saved 'em all, and still have the girl,
But he became blinded from the truth,
Or so they say in legend's lore,
And I don't think it will take more than a sleuth
To crack this case simplified.

He could've believed in The Force,
The power of his body, if nothing more.
He could've lived his life with more confidence,
And determination would've been so easy.
But he became enamored with doubt,
Self pity, remorse, those kinds of things,
And I don't think it will take more than a sleuth
To just say he entered the Dark Side.

Now he's one with the Dark Side,
And all hope and love is lost.
Now he's inundated with hate and fear,
And suddenly all quandries are vague.
He defied convention and entered the Dark Side,
And now a shadow over him creeps along,
And I don't think it will take more than a sleuth
To say he just lost his soul.

The Desert Mind

Sometimes, I am an ocean of ideas,
And sometimes I am a river of emotions.
Everything is so great then
When I have a hold on the things in life.
But recently, I've hit a snag,
And I simply can't put two and two together.
It makes me so frustrated, yes sir,
That I really can't make any sense of it.

And so it is with this desert mind I have,
Parched, forboding, tumbleweed paradise.
I find that things are mighty prickly,
That I am just so damn powerless.
I can't seem to see the little light
My mama said is there at the end of the tunnel.
I'm wheezing and sneezing and coughing, too,
For the well's run dry, this desert mind ado.