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BECAUSE I LOVE YOU - By Jimmy Lloyd
Posted on Monday, March 25, 2013

Well not for what I wanted
And not for what I need
And not because I'm wearing
My heart out on my sleeve
And not for Mother Mary
That you saw in a dream
And not hooray for our side
Cause we have the winning team

But because I love you

And not for the angels
That are looking over me
In the valley of the shadows
When I meet my destiny
And not for the fallen
That lay down in my path
By now they're 've been so many
Well you can do the math

But because I love you

And not for St. Peter
As he's standing on a stone
And not because Our Father
Or the years I've been alone
And not because of voices
That I hear in a trance
When I'm backed into a corner
And your my only chance

But because I love you

Well once you were a stranger
That passed me in my midst
You were praying to manger
I was polishing my fist
Not for all my wild horses
That are ready to stampede
And not for all my promises
That long to be believed

But because I love you

And not because I risked it
With the dice that I rolled
Or the guarantees I never had
That weighed heavy on my soul
And not for what I lost
On the fortune that I chased
When I married her for money
When you could not behave

But because I love you

And not for the torrent
That soon became a flood
As you played with your alchemy
Turning wine to blood
I was looking like a vulture
Circling above
Then I swooped right down upon you
Cause you fit me hand in glove

Because I love you

IT WILL BE WRITTEN - By Jimmy Lloyd
Posted on Sunday, January 15, 2012

The page has turned, the book has burned
And all those lessons you thought you learned
Have found themselves out in the cold
With all those stories that I told

To keep you here despite yourself
And all those lovers on your shelf
Who wait so long and faithfully
For a high tide in your sea

The sun is low, it's time to go
So place your bets to win or show
The time is yours, so find your chords
And lay your song down here

It will be written before the day
That I come back to this place
Mark my words, they're carved in stone
I will write them on my own

And whatever incarnation
That you claim and win
Despite the years that pass and fade
The one I find you in

It will not change my love for you
And all this hate that I have too
But as we know from what we've been through
Time will prove this falseness true

It will be written before the day
That I come back to this place
Mark my words, they're carved in stone
I will write them on my own

It was jaded, it became faded
It could not stand the test of time
You were haunted and so undaunted
As I tripped and fell through your lines

It will be written before the day
That I come back to this place
Mark my words, they're carved in stone
I will write them on my own

WITH FRIENDS LIKE YOU - By Jimmy Lloyd
Posted on Thursday, December 15, 2011

The riot act needs reading
Your believers are retreating
And everyone you know has hit the road
There's a thunder storm that's rumbling
And tumbleweeds are tumbling
Across the streets of the town that you called home

With friends like you
With friends like you

There's dire consequences
There's neighbors jumping fences
From the yard of the house where you sit alone
Foundations have been shaken
By the choices you been making
That cut your sense of purpose to the bone

With friends like you
With friends like you

Perhaps you thought I came to serve you
Like the butlers that dance in your mind
You described them in such vivid detail
I almost believed every line
Or maybe you got lost in the forest
As the moonlight began to dim
And thought that you could some how beat me
Any convinced yourself that you could win

With friends like you
With friends like you

Well there's just no way around it
The trumpets have all sounded
For the passing of the torch and of the throne
The chimney of the pope has started blowing smoke
To signal that the time has finally come
Well you gave me a finger when I needed a hand
I needed a lion, you gave me a lamb
I wanted salvation and you gave me your cause
As you swore on the bible that you'd hung on the cross
And suffered for us all until the end

With friends like you
With friends like you