Obviously I'm not a love song kind of lyricist. I write songs for Hard Rock which definitly gives you lattitude to explore any topic despite most people thinking it's a sex, drugs and rebellion only subject matter. Most of my favorite bands write alot of fantasy and history as well as the sterotypical stuff. Below are some of my favorites in my collection that certainly are written outside the bubble. Remember, I'm not boasting of the songs, melodies or recordings, just my favorite lyrics.

Time and place and space rearranged, I'm existing out of phase. People look and speak to me unaware of my imagery. Atoms floating yet contained in form, illusions that I'm whole and warm. Magnetic fields binding me, born without a symmetry. I can read one's beauty from silhouettes passing bye. A skill I've learned in jealousy with love's unrealized.

No one knows I've lived a thousand years. No one notices I cast no shadow. That just goes to show we judge a book by it's own cover. Never listening to the words, never seeing what's in the man.

Unexplained phenomenon or alternate dimensions, only walls seem to detect my biological infractions, Once you've lived a thousand years anonymous to spare their fears. You come to find that man can be oblivious to others needs. Even my loneliness surpasses physical law. I must be emanating subliminal withdrawal.

No one knows I've lived a thousand years. No one notices I cast no shadow. That just goes to show we judge a book by it's own cover. Never listening to the words, never seeing what's in the man.

The excerpts from this diary one hundred years ago, were written in ageless poetry and sung with haunting melody. These last lines were written before he faded and died. And as I read them profoundly, one soul for him did cry. "Some people reach for the light, but not I... for it passes right through me. Light only let's us see, and it's bound to make us blind."

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No Shadow will probably become a book at some point. It was recorded on the Harbinger "The Inevitable" album in 1990. It's a song about being different from everyone else and the lonliness it creates. The irony here is that no one even perceptually notices he's different. To live 1000 years and no one notices he casts no shadow makes his existance unbareably existential. Though it's a physical annomoly it metaphorically calls out humanities subconscious alienation of oddly different people.

I fight black & white wars with bloodless decors against Harvard and Oxford and Russian elite. And now I'm left my last man via the slip of my hand, or should I say my mind. I wonder. I've only 21 spaces to run from defeat across checkerboard squares, mathematical retreat.

They treated my pawns like pawns. My castles crumbled at dawn. After hours of tension it's down to the chase, stalemate.

Run king run, 21 run. Never look back and run king run, 21 run.

Hells bells are ringing the start of my play, their sound gets sweeter the longer I stay. 15 & 14 & 13 I count, now a halo of angels has circled about. I see dusk, dawn, planning and plots, now I'm tired of running I'm tired of thoughts. To the borders I run, disarray has begun. My equations are useless and useless is logic now shun.

Run king run, 21 run. Never look back and run king run, 21 run.

I'm dodging the angels that pass through my space and watching the corners where horses do race. Their queen is like Medusa, I can't stand in her stare. This greatest of players is faced with despair.

Undefeated I must maintain, fall to no man. Look for an answer in the opposing eyes. But no man graces the opposing side. Only lights blinking, circuits thinking. Now man kind rests on my shoulders. Will technology be taking us over. The 21 run's down to 1. How long can we hold it back?

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This is an odd subject matter for a rock song. Do chess and heavy metal go together.. I don't know but it was recorded on the Harbinger "The Inevitable" album in 1990. The fascination here is when will we know that technology has taken over as the dominant intelligence on the planet. The game of Chess best exemplifies this and in the song our greatest player is in deep s**t. He's down to his last piece, his King. He now has 21 moves in order to draw a stale mate and in his mind, keep humainty at least for now on even terms with it's creations. He's down to mhis final move... tune in next week!

Awaken and shaken, awaiting to be taken. Locked outside my funeral door oldman won't let me break-in. It's no mistake at every wake I've seen that black suit stare. The Ghostman's been there every time for those I love and care. He's gawking or stalking either way he's just not talking. I know it's complicated man, I just start walking. He seems to me a crazy man but where I turn he's there. Of ties that bind me in this life he is aware.

He shades me like a turban, we drift along the sand. Chanting and panting he lets me know I really am... In a new reality (boy).

I'm channeled and handled and left without a doubt. My family line ain't doing time they're waiting on the mount. The Bossman is a dancin' with Roses at his side. "Sonamagun" the holy one's got the devil towing the line. I'm packing, backtracking, my course is unrelenting. I know it's complicated man, there's no forgetting. That smell of Sunday morning, the bread is baking thin. Still locked outside my funeral door oldman I'm busting in.

I'm tangled in the grape vines. Don't hold me for my sins. Ghostman take my hand I know the walls are paper thin... Of my new reality (boy).

Pounding to the rhythm, hearts that beat as one, Blood lines pumping strong. I've known since I began. I've reached the promised land.

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At my grandmothers funeral in 1996 this old man showed up- totally old country, short with spooky ethnic beady eyes and a 40 year old black suit. He scared my sister and I would run up to her and whisper " look out it's the Ghostman". As I though about it, what if this guy shows up at all the Lebanese funerals. So in the song that's the case. I'm dead and I'm freakin because this guy is there so I bolt (in spirit) but he follows me. He shows me my family in heaven. My grandfather was called Boss hence "The Bossman is a dancin" line. My Grandmother was Rose so the line continues "...with roses at his side". He always would yell "sonamagum" or "sonama-66" instead of Son-of-a-bitch. so there's that meaning. In the end I realize what I'm all about and need to get back to my funeral so I can pass to heaven. Recorded on The United Dictators of Mars "Smash Hits" albun in 2002

A word to the wise, you can not disguise what you are inside as I study you. The movements you make, the breathes that you take, I'll catch every step predicting the next.

I slowly match your vibrations. I move as you move, a mirror to open your soul. You liken to my anticipations. Feeling comfort and ease, you show me what I want to see.

Detector of lies unmasking your self reservations. Covertly inside, place down your guard don't deceive. Detector of Lies. Covertly inside.

With ease I now manipulate your verbal lip responses. You're kinesthetic I sense. Almost touching and feeling my words I've spoke unto you. Oh, how I master neural linguistics.

We all try to guard our deceptions. Willful or not we don't always say what me mean. I break down the walls to communication. Feeling comfort and ease you show me just what I need.

Detector of lies unmasking your self reservations. Covertly inside, place down your guard don't deceive. Detector of Lies. Covertly inside.

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I had taken some classes in a technique called "nueral linguistics" which breaks down relating to other people by learning and mocking one of three subliminal ways in which people respond to communication- audibly, visually or kinisthetic (feel). Fast talkers tend to be visual people and if you wanted to sell them something you would try and match their body language and speaking pace. But in love that same person could respond differently, Maybe a touch holds more weight than words. There is also a method of detecting lies based on eye movemnets while one is relaying a story. So lyrically that's what the song is about. Detecting a person's nueral linguistics and trying to match it to get or learn what you want from them. Recorded on Archivon '93 demo in 1993.