I Got none (Boudreau) Whatever happened to forgiveness whatever happened to the long sharp hook of love what ever happened to convictions what ever happened to that push might turn to shove i gotta listen to my reasons and stop wishing…

An Architect Of Peace (Music - Jay Miles) The poem (lyric) is: “School Prayer” by Diane Ackerman In the name of the daybreak And the eyelids of morning and the wayfaring moon and the night when it departs, I swear I will not dishonour…

High 'n Mighty (t boudreau) Well look who made it halfway I truly must be blessed I made a few mistakes and caught a couple of breaks I guess And I always do it my way I make it up as I go along I think I earned some slack to take a…

High 'n Mighty (t boudreau) Well look who made it halfway I truly must be blessed I made a few mistakes and caught a couple of breaks I guess And I always do it my way I make it up as I go along I think I earned some slack to take a…

Sublime Intervention (nobody cares) (t boudreau) I peaked thru a hole in my soul and saw you standing there Ringing the bell of my heart I forget where we left and that’s a great place to start We took a fling on the wing of a wild thing…

Sublime Intervention (nobody cares) (t boudreau) I peaked thru a hole in my soul and saw you standing there Ringing the bell of my heart I forget where we left and that’s a great place to start We took a fling on the wing of a wild thing…

The Long Hard Line ( t boudreau) I locked myself inside in my mind Slammed the doors and drew the blinds I searched my soul to see what i'd find Purged whatever wasn't mine There comes a time when we find We must draw that long hard line…

The Long Hard Line ( t boudreau) I locked myself inside in my mind Slammed the doors and drew the blinds I searched my soul to see what i'd find Purged whatever wasn't mine There comes a time when we find We must draw that long hard line…

Back To What We Know (Boudreau) Packed in some old suitcase in the back of a closet shelf Holds the stories that all but tell themselves And maybe long forgotten or on the tip of a razors tongue They demand a ransom for our young It…

The Mornings Aint Warm (Boudreau) planted deep in the back of my head are the seeds of things my daddy once said and up sprouted this stubborn old tree with fading roots and lofted dreams there's still a couple of two by fours suppose…