1. Pretty Song

The city lights
The city view
From the hilltop here I think of you
Through the morning air
And through the morning breeze
Your song on the radio it makes me freeze

Such a pretty song
Such a pretty, pretty song
Such a pretty, pretty song when sung together
Why can’t we get together and sing it to the world

Up and down, from coast to coast
A million others recognizing they’re so close
To missing what they love most
A special friendship, extraordinaire
They’re seeking asylum in the subtle message there
You can watch them stop and stare at

Such a pretty song
Such a pretty, pretty song
Such a pretty, pretty song when sung together
How about we get together and sing it to the world

A song about your freedom
A song about doing it right
Like caring for each other
And hugging through the night
Not letting go and holding tight

A song about redemption
Compassion for your fellow man
When daybreak brings you flowers
Flowers from your loved one’s hands
To forgive is to understand

Such a pretty song
Such a pretty, pretty song
Such a pretty, pretty song can be sung together
So let’s get together now and sing it to the world

September 2009
© John Andrew Suchocki



3. Goodbye Venus

Hey now girl I know what you mean to say
That you want the freedom you want to go away
So here I stand with my bleeding heart so red
You’ve found your passion to somewhere else you’ve been led
Round the world
Toward the sky
Past the stars
You would fly

What’s the use of staying here when you’re done?
She says she’s in love but I’m not the one
She told me so

So it’s goodbye Venus she’s gone to sail the seas
But she still makes me trip just like I’m on LSD

And even now she flashes back
Together we were on a track
To nowhere fast is what she said
I’m gone while you’re stuck in your ways
It’s time for a change everyday
She told me so

What’s the use of staying here when you’re done?
She says she’s in love but I’m not the one
She told me so

January 2009
© John Andrew Suchocki



4. Break That Chain

She’s done all she could to break the shackles
But she knows there’s a reason to hope as the fire crackles
She says Hey Mister can’t you spare a bill
As the traffic light just doesn’t change she stands there still

Life can be fine riding that line
Between knowing too much and too little
It’s built in that you care but only when you’re aware
With one look she poses a riddle
What can we do
To break that chain

Two brothers of the world are conflicted by their pain
He said that he said that he said that he is to blame
They only know what their fathers told them once
That the other side is a ruthless, kindless bunch

But did they ever hear that in everyone
There’s a shimmer of light that shows
Like an ember bound to its destiny
The warmest energy that glows
Where you know
We break that chain

And a chain can be awfully hard to break
But the fire of love can melt and reshape
You forgive and redeem and move on

If we could just all break the way
We cling to the right and wrong
And spread the word like a holy bird
That together we all belong
Then you know
We break that chain

And a chain can be awfully hard to break
But the fire of love can melt and reshape
You forgive and redeem and move on

January 2009
© John Andrew Suchocki



6. Alone

From my limousine
I’m wondering about the scene
In that car ahead of me
A couple yells and screams

I see it every day
There’s a handsome price we pay
Puttin’ up and puttin’ out
But I know there’s a better way

When I’m alone
I like to be alone
Sitting on my throne
A meditation zone
No talking on the phone
With another clone
Who would only moan
If they found that I was
Hiding here alone
Stiller than a stone
Happy not to be known . . . or famous

I’ve traveled round the world
And I’ve seen what love can do
It’s a self-interested venture
Though they won’t admit that’s true

Mingling is fine
A sleep here and there divine
But closing the door on my penthouse floor
Is where I’m most inclined

August 2009
© John Andrew Suchocki



7. Star Struck Girl

There’s a feeling stuck inside my head
It bounces round and round she said
I can’t explain. Somehow you’ll have to trust me
Like a memory hanging by a thread
Now nothing more than a shade of red
I sense that you and I together must be

As old as the galaxy churning
Like the Moon we’re forever returning
My star struck girl

Under the blankets and the night time sphere
Which stretches on from where we peer
She holds my hand and shows me constellations
The meaning of it all is clear
We’re just a speck so hold me dear
She kisses me at once no hesitation

And she sings, oh, I can’t wait for tomorrow
When the Sun eclipses all sorrow
My star struck girl

She often tries to tell me
Open your heart and open your mind
Without fear you will find your passion
Blossoming now in the seat of your soul

Shades of red they streak the sky
I’m awoken by the calling cry
Of the ocean from the dunes the daybreak glistens
Snug beside me is that girl
Who sees the wisdom of the world
And for good advice she’ll say don’t talk, just listen

And for now it’s good-bye to sorrow
I’ve found a love who’ll take care of tomorrow
My star struck girl

December 2009
© John Andrew Suchocki



12. Existentialistic Blues

A point in space is only defined by all the other surrounding points in space
If you were to remove all those other points you’d find your point in space is gone.

So what’s the point? It’s that your ego is only defined by the environment in which it was raised.
If you were to remove that lovely environment your ego, well, it would not be there

And everyday, you’ve got a movie running through your head
And when you get bored, you can run the movie backwards instead
And re-live your whole life before your whole life is dead

So cheer up my dear comrade, don’t worry if you get confused
It’s just another case of the existentialistic blues
With nothing to gain, you’ve got nothing to lose.

If you were to perform an unethical experiment of raising a baby in the vacuum of space
You would have to remove the body of the baby because the body makes it not a vacuum of space.
But imagine all you had was the baby’s brain with no eyes, no ears, no mouth, no skin and surely no nose.
With no memory of the past, no notion of the future just an enlightened state of peaceful bliss

What would it think? Am I a boy of blue or girl of pink?
Would it be a surprise, if it got hit by the Enterprise?
Stars upon wonder why am I wondering why?

So cheer up my dear comrade, don’t worry if you get confused
It’s just another case of the existentialistic blues
With nothing to gain, you’ve got nothing to lose.

October 2009
© John Andrew Suchocki