Casey Hallas Art

Remembering

Remembering…
Remembering

Why’d you have look so sad girl?
You’ve got a Chad girl. I ain’t got nobody.
Why’d I have to see?

Along to the song I wrote for love…
Along to the song I wrote for you.
Along to the song I wrote for love…
Sing along to this song.

A man buries sorrow
In his heart for what he loves.
He hopes that it flowers – that it grows into peace.

I don’t feel justified, I don’t feel right.
I did what I had to – to survive.

Sing along to the song I wrote for love…
Sing along to the song I wrote for you.
Sing along to the song I wrote for love…
Sing along to the song.

A man buries sorrow
In his heart for what he loves.
He hopes that it flowers – that it grows into peace.

You and your daddy
Sing along to the song.

Stay Here With Me

Summer, I know, is pushing the roses;
When cut from the earth
They’re not meant to last.
I am a sign, I am a road.
You must be seeing to know where I go.

Stay here with me, please;
Stay here with me.

I am suspicious that nobody hears
No matter how hard I pray –
It’s not what I need.
You are my garden, you are my heart.
What can I tell you
Now that you know?

Stay here with me, please;
Stay here with me.
Here we are one,
Here we are one.

You’re kind. That mind!
You say things, your feelings.
I’ve been here some time –
Just wishing someone needs me.

Stay here with me, please;
Stay here with me.
Here we are one,
Here we are one.
Here we are one…
Here we are one.


The Love Idea

Everything is named;
All styles and everything
We put into a box.
Every study has a name; this style suck, end;
The pleasures on the inside mind, body, bank.
Now when you go out looking
I’ll tell you what you’ll find;
The bullshit train, the trashcans full.
You’ll hear all the voices, all the noisy teachers,
No one teaches Truth.

So what you going to do?
Gonna be a better man,
Gonna be a kinder friend.
It’s like the rebel said –
What would be your will
If you could own the world?

Now if we lived in public everyone could learn.
We could watch the sacred puppets try to be the men.
Personal crusader spiders went out weaving,
Spiders weaving Christ. The players at the turnstyle
Trade suicide for brawn; a name is on the can.

So what you going to do?
Gonna be a better man,
Gonna be a kinder friend.
It’s like the rebel said –
What would be your will
If you could own the world?

And words like line and line like song.
You must know the price, that choosing is the life.
Ask for simple pieces and hope for better ones;
Get lost in Babylon until you find the love.
Saluting to the tribe, grumpy men with wives,
I ride a bike.

So what you going to do?
gonna be a better man
gonna be a kinder friend
It’s like the rebels said –
What would be your will
If you could own the world?

That’s the Love Idea, ye-ah,
That’s the Love Idea.

Carnivore

At 60th and Lexington
That’s where my baby stays
At 60th and Lexington
That’s where my baby stays
Says she wants a weatherman
But I am a storm

How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you

How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you

How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you

How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
I wish I never knew

At 60th and Lexington
That’s where my baby stays
At 60th and Lexington
That’s where my baby stays
Temperate or tropical
She is a carnivore

How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you

How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you

How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you

How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
I wish I never knew

At 60th and Lexington
That’s where my baby stays
At 60th and Lexington
That’s where my baby stays
I see everything
A panopticon

How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you

How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you

How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you

How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
I wish I never knew

Lovers for Life

There you go man, there is your prize
You fell from the sky onto me.

I have the Earth now, you have my bride.
You fell from the sky onto me.

So I said to the sparrow, come take me now,
Come take me now.
I sat on the hill and I cried.

I can’t make you love me,
You either do or you don’t.
I can’t make you love me.

Pend Oreille

Highway 95.
4 by 4 is on.
The biggest lake, mama, in Idaho.

Don’t want to say it wrong.
Your waters quietly sun-bleach
the sunken trees and submarines.

Yet I dare not say your name –
Pend Oreille, Pend Oreille

Of you I said I’m fond –
Before I moved out West.
A bird of death now drawn
Forever on your breast.

I look into your eyes –
The bottom of my steps;
I cannot catch my breath,
I cannot say it back.

Yet I dare not say her name –
Pend Oreille, Pend Oreille

I said goodbye to Sam
Gone back to Oklohell.
Montana on my mind –
Shooting ne’er-do-wells.

Pend Oreille
I ask your name.
In waves of gravity
My body falls away,
My body falls away.

Yet I dare not say your name
Pend Oreille, Pend Oreille

One Foot in the Universe

Bumpy road to write upon,
Highway stretches on and on;
All the clouds that show the rain;
At the side of the road, a blood stain.
Broken yellow line for passing;
Concrete highway everlasting;

Red light, taillight, line of cars;
Road a mess of cracks and tar;
Oh the sound of falling water;
On the road to see my father.

Sometimes you get by,
Sometimes you can buy,
Somehow you get by

We stripped the world of earth and wood;
We cut the rock, we cut the lathe;
You take the bad, you take the good;
You take them both and there you have.

Sometimes you get by,
Sometimes you can buy,
Somehow you get by

One foot in the universe,
One foot, one;
One foot in the universe.

Moon With a View

I got a place I live on the moon
Don’t have to chill with any you fools;
Grow my own crops in special made pods;
I got sanctioned to grow my plantation from God.

I like it here, it looks like it may be
getting crowded down there.
I like it here, it looks like it may be
getting crowded down there.

Just me and my wifey, the little boy’s fixed;
No ethics to ponder when there ain’t any kicks.
Big as the sky, you’re waving me down;
I’m out on the moon putting seeds in the ground.

Give it all, give it all to the third world;
Looks like it may be crowded down there.
Give it all, give it all to the third world;
Looks like it may be crowded down there.

Two thousand one martians are short;
Little boy blue genetics cold sore.
Sentenced to die drowning in hate;
It’s just me here and you’re on the moon.

Oceans will rise, activists limp;
Born overboard, born in the end.
Sentenced to die drowning in hate;
It’s just me here and you’re on the moon.

Keep my luggage in a crater, dude

Perfect Song

A perfect song
With midi cruise control
And accents on the dole
And slide control
Scale manipulates

A perfect song
For ultraviolet minds
And word in haste to
Finish it up strong
Driving on the Autobahn
You’re free

You want the perfect man
I’d make the perfect wife
And if we found each other
What would happen then?

Two clowns in a corner
Make me laugh

You want the perfect man
I’d make the perfect wife
And if we found each other
What would happen then?

Two clowns in a corner
Make me laugh

A perfect song
Like Americans
With blinking lights
And interface design
Dying on the Autobahn
You’re free

A perfect song
Made for a perfect world
When the sunlight
Shines on you today
SPF you’re getting old
With grace

You want the perfect man
I’d make the perfect wife
And if we found each other
What would happen then?

Work on your appearance
It’s the 90’s man

You want the perfect man
I’d make the perfect wife
And if we found each other
What would happen then?

Work on your appearance
It’s the 90’s man

With melodies
And harmonies
Backbeat to save
The whales
Pachoili, sandwich sales
Across the sky

With melodies
And harmonies
Backbeat to save
The whales
Hormones need the whales
To set me free

Color is a Whore

Five feet above you
And coming to the stores,
Color is a whore.

The librarian is old,
Our books are getting warm;
Color is a whore.

I must be a monster,
Like my mother said;
Color is a whore.

Like her father was,
Boats floating in a bottle;
Color is a whore.

Girl she sees the colors,
Colors when I see;
Girls she see the colors,
Colors when I see.

Marching bands are bored;
Swords swallowing a sword.
Color is a whore.

I’m playing with the Dead,
Will retire when I’m ahead
Color is a whore.

I must be a monster
Like my mother says;
Color is a whore.

Like her father was,
Boats floating in a bottle.
Color is a whore.

Girl she sees the colors,
Colors when I see;
Girls she see the colors,
Colors when I see.