Ryan Muddiman - Singer-songwriter-poet
  • birth.
  • words.
    • poems-anchored to song >
      • Lover Goodbye
      • Damn
      • Strange And Beautiful
      • Never Let
      • Burden
      • Novel
      • Don't Forget To Feel
      • Silent Blue
      • Song For Tyler
      • Humble Resolve
      • God III
      • He Said, She Said
      • In Spite Of All
      • Forever's Too Long
      • Scab
      • Lying
    • on writing >
      • Burial of Self-Delusion
      • Every One of Us
      • Letter to Self 9-1-15
      • Filthy Whore of Demand
      • Music is
      • In This Moment
  • music.
  • elements of truth / press.
    • City Beat Magazine - Interview be Ezra Waller
    • City Beat Magazine - Interview by C.A. MacConnell
  • images-moving and still.
  • reaching out
  • death (BUY ME).
  • New Page
  • In This Moment
Song For Tyler



The devil on my shoulder
Whispering things that I don't need to hear
Telling me over and over and over
I'm "not the man as stainless as I appear"
I'm not the man as stainless as I appear
not the man as stainless as I appear

All alone
that's the way it appears
I don't know
why some things are so clear
I don't know
why the world doesn't hear
I don't know
why the world doesn't fear
I don't know

Reoccurring thoughts of indecision
to park and run into an open field
to leave the "engine" and the turmoil behind
I'm not so proud but that's the way I feel
I'm not so proud but that's the way I feel
I'm not so proud but that's the way I feel

All alone
that's the way it appears
I don't know
why some things are so clear
I don't know
why the world doesn't hear
I don't know
why the world doesn't fear
I don't know

the new "white" world will be the death of us all
the new "white" world will be the death of us all
Forgot they had a spirit selling their soul
the new "white" world will be the death of us all

Feeling disgusted with the ways of the world
megalomaniacal-money-machine
They'll try to choke your spirit, drowning your soul
'cause they don't care if their money is clean
There's no such thing as a money that's clean
There's no such thing as a money that's clean

All alone
that's the way it appears
I don't know
why some things are so clear
I don't know
why the world doesn't hear
I don't know
why the world doesn't fear
I don't know
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