Live in a Dive

This is a live recording of Me and my good friend Kallie Hancock playing at The Muse Music Cafe in Provo on April 11th, 2013

https://soundcloud.com/paul-hooze-clonts/sets/live-in-a-dive

Sahar's Story

These miles underneath my belt they don't mean a thing, to me [oh oh oh]

They built a wall straight through my home I'll climb underneath, for you [oh oh oh]

Hate has burned inside my eyes, as blood rained down, take it away [oh oh oh]

Chorus:
In my dreams [oh oh oh],
Above olive trees,
Bullets turn to doves,
With songs of peace
With songs of love

Their guns waving in my face, tell me if I come, or if I go [oh oh oh]

For centuries this holy land, raped and ravished through, I weep [oh oh oh]

The bullets flying over me, flames in my chest, beg me "run!" [oh oh oh]

Chorus

Echoes the Call to Prayer, I'm on my knees, do you hear? [Oh oh oh]

As I stare in his eyes, I know you've helped me come, to love...my enemies

Glazed

The world in their pocket it screams, it screams,
relentless it begs for all their time,
thoughts are dulled by the screen, the screen,
it eats their soul alive,

As their mouths are erased, lost in cyber space,
will the children ever learn to speak again?
A generation lost, at its own cost

Do they see the wind move the leaves, the leaves,
or watch the birds dance in the sky,
do they feel the movement of the sea, the sea,
or beauty that makes you want to cry,

As their hearts start to fade into cyber space,
will the children ever learn to love again?
a generation occupied by its own pride

Deaf to the words of the wise, the wise,
its all in the palms of their hands,
they say they have opened their eyes, their eyes,
but to see is not to understand

As their eyes are glazed fixed on cyber space,
will the children ever learn to see again?
A generation blind, Humanity is dying.

Provo

Well I've been in Provo for a week now. I must say that it has been full of job interviews, music, friends, and snow. I interviewed with two residential treatment centers, one of Monday, the next on Tuesday.I feel really good about how they went, now its just the waiting and follow-up game. Tuesday night I played an open mic at the Velour which was a really good experience for me. I had to wait outside in the frigid cold for half an hour to get on the list to play. I used the house guitar which was pretty much my dream guitar. The main guy Corey asked for my contact info as I walked out and after I thanked him for letting me play. He knows my 2nd cousin Matt Clonts which was random. I jammed out with this cool kid Dan who is an excellent drummer, he successfully put drums to almost all of my folk songs. I practiced my songs with Allison (I met her in Jerusalem) who has a pretty voice. I also jammed out with my other buddies from Jerusalem. This week I also gave a plasma donation and did some weird body composition tests for money, in other words I've sold my body to science for money to stay afloat. Since I have so many good friends here who have been waiting for me to move here for a long time I have been taken out to lunch and dinner often, these come to me as tender mercies. Its weird to be in a new place with opposite weather to what I accustomed to and unfamiliar terrain, but to be surrounded by so many people I know and love. Its been an adventure sleeping on a couch and scraping by.

L.A.

I've got to get home he said, Clear my head,
This woman is a rain cloud in my mind

I've got to get home he said, lay in my bed,
Cause this world is not yet better than my dreams

He said I've got to make it home, I'm all alone,
In a sea of lovers I'm drowning like a rat

I've got to get home he cried, Lord knows I've tried,
But her fleeting heart beats like a child

~ Harmonica ~

I've got to get home she says, been mislead,
I try to run but he's got me by the tail

I've got to get home she says, this never ends,
I'm a little girl on a merry-go-round

She said I've got to make it home, find my own,
where I'm the only claim on his heart

I've got to get home she cries, dry my eyes,
Cause every other day they're full of tears

~ Harmonica ~

We've got to get home they scream, far from this dream,
reality is an ocean away

Maybe one day they'll see, its meant to be,
For now they just need to get home

Still (rough)

I rise with the light changing shifts with the night,

I step and I roam, this street leads to God’s home,

Where he whispers so sweet to those all alone,

Your prayers I hear, your answer is clear,

Love me and I’ll take all you hold dear,

 

Bobbing heads in silence and stops down the road,

A gun-slinging moment as they stare at your soul,

Eyes search for hope as they look out the dirty windows,

They are lost they are found, broken and drowned,

In the sorrow they fight all their life to bury in the ground,

 

Chorus:

We all want peace in our souls,

A light at the end of the road,

Don’t fade away like the brightness of day,

So please, God rest our souls

 

State Hospital bed gets too hard for his head,

Many sleepless nights as they take all his rights,

Say, you must pay for the crimes you’ve done,

Like a flower he wilts, a lifetime of guilt,

Torn down are the towers of joy that he once built.

 

Calm waters  of my life are but a dream,

Winds silence my anguished screams,

 

Waves roar like the kings of the past,

Will the storm shatter my weary mast?

Peace be still my soul

Peace be still my soul

Peace be still my soul

 

Sonnet

In his stable Locked, he longs for those golden fields,

To dry the saddle sweat in the warm air,

Chomping at the bit, my bridle he does yield,

Longs for the summer breeze sifting through his hair,

Has escaped many times I fear he’ll never learn,

Bloody legs, lost breath, and a broken soul,

A dead sprint across the hills no thought of his return,

In my absence he proves, an absence of control,

I have the right mind to put him away for life,

It’s hard for me to see the scars on his legs and side,

His spirit overwhelming it’s hard to bear strife,

I must admit we both enjoy the ride,

I hope to see the countryside where we ride as one,

But how many times can he break before he comes undone?