“The Tide is High on 14th Street”

By Jonathan Gonzalez | 06/03/2009

What is this? A summer time of epic proportions?
Oh, I laugh to hear this.
We were so free. When we swung our fists to a slow beat.
The rhythm found in our hearts. You did not believe me then.
Some early 2000 year, a guitar in one hand, imagination in the other.
If only we could recreate the magic that was inspired.
If only we could show the world what we’re really made of.
If only we could have had the right tools.
If only we weren’t so afraid.
If only I wasn’t so afraid,
The world could know what we’re made of.

The Sword in the Stone

By Jonathan Gonzalez | 06/01/2009

There’s something you’re trying to tell us,
Something you’re trying to convey.
The sun is dying at the end of May
And we have only cold in our futures.
Where could we be headed?
To some far away land?
Of 3D clouds and castles alike.
Hidden among endless forests of trees
And rain.

Perhaps we should run away behind the walls of the city.
There is something about this place.
The trees stand so tall,
The mountain and fog, along with the smell of pine,
So abundant.
There are hidden houses and gardens back here.
I would like to live here,
Behind these city walls.

Something of Ann Arbor,
Tied in with the air of the Kingdom.
There is little peace where I come from,
But there is no peace without knowledge,
And right now I cannot read you.
Your message is not clear,
But it’s beautiful.