B i o g r a p h y (by Jason Ankeny)
Touted as "Nashville's most f*cked-up country band" by their label Merge Records, Lambchop was arguably the most consistently brilliant and unique American group to emerge during the 1990s. Their unclassifiable hybrid of country, soul, jazz, and avant-garde noise seemed at one time or another to drink from every conceivable tributary of contemporary music, its baroque beauty all held together by the surreal lyrical wit and droll vocal presence of frontman Kurt Wagner. Although Lambchop's ever-rotating roster would later expand to over a dozen members, the group formed in 1986 as a simple three-piece teaming Wagner, guitarist Jim Watkins, and bassist Marc Trovillion, former high school classmates already ten years removed from the educational system. Originally dubbed Posterchild, the trio made its earliest recordings in Trovillion's bedroom, self-releasing a series of cassettes with titles like I'm Fucking Your Daughter. In time, the lineup began to grow and the band regularly performed live in and around the Nashville area, often at the area record shop, Lucy's (not coincidentally owned by Wagner's wife, Mary). In 1992, Posterchild -- now consisting of Wagner, Trovillion, guitarist Bill Killibrew, clarinetist Jonathan Marx, multi-instrumentalist C. Scott Chase, drummer Steve Goodhue, and percussionist Allen Lowery -- released An Open Fresca + A Moist Towlette, a split single with friends Crop Circle Hoax. The 7" brought the group to the attention of entertainment lawyer George Regis, who issued cease-and-desist orders on behalf of his clients, the noise pop band Poster Children.
After rejecting the names REN, Pinnacles of Cream, and Turd Goes Back, the band settled on Lambchop, added vocalist/saxophonist Deanna Varagona, steel guitarist Paul Niehaus, and organist John Delworth, and signed to Merge to release the 1993 single "Nine." Their debut LP I Hope You're Sitting Down (aka Jack's Tulips) followed a year later. In many ways, this album would be the most conventional Lambchop record. Its Nashville origins and torch-and-twang ambience would saddle the band with the increasingly erroneous alt-country tag, although Wagner's Lou Reed-like vocals and bizarre narrative conceits -- in particular the fan-favorite "Soaky in the Pooper," a vivid recounting of a bad LSD trip -- immediately signaled their obvious distance from the likes of Uncle Tupelo or the Jayhawks. The lovely How I Quit Smoking appeared in 1996 (although on the subsequent "Cigaretiquette" single, Wagner would proudly announce, "I'm smoking again"). Recorded live the previous Independence Day, the Hank EP followed later in 1996. Marking the debut of drummer Paul Burch, the disc represented the apotheosis of Lambchop's Billy Sherrill-inspired phase, its lush production evoking the Nashville sound so popular three decades earlier, but now completely passé among Music City's chart superstars. 1997's Thriller proved a major turning point; highlighted by the Muscle Shoals soul of "Your Fucking Sunny Day" and including no fewer than three songs penned by East River Pipe's F.M. Cornog, this sprawling, difficult album introduced the uncompromising eclecticism that would dominate Lambchop's work from here on out. The follow-up, 1998's What Another Man Spills, upped the ante further; for remarkably soulful covers of Curtis Mayfield's "Love Song (Give Me Your Love)" and Frederick Knight's "I've Been Lonely for So Long," Wagner's baritone drawl even gave way to a Prince-like falsetto. That same year, the group also backed Vic Chestnutt on his album The Salesman and Bernadette.
Lambchop's fifth full-length, Nixon, appeared in the spring of 2000. Supposedly a concept album exploring the presidency of the infamous Tricky Dick, Wagner even included a bibliography in the liner notes -- a direct connection to the Watergate scandal remains unidentified. Though still criminally unknown at home, Lambchop enjoyed a much more substantial following overseas, and on May 13, 2000, they appeared at the London Royal Festival Hall; the gig was recorded and made available at U.K. appearances that fall as The Queens Royal Trimma limited-edition EP. (A 2001 European tour yielded the Treasure Chest of the Enemy EP.) After recording the purposefully spare Is A Woman in 2002, Wagner and company moved on to their most ambitious project yet -- two simultaniously released albums, Aw C'Mon and No, You C'Mon, in which Lambchop was returned to full power and joined by a lush string section. In addition to Lambchop, several members of the group pursued side projects. Burch led his own band, the WPA Ballclub, Varagona released a fine 2000 solo record, Tangled Messages, and Mark Nevers led CYOD. Wagner even teamed with Josh Rouse for the 1999 EP Chester. The 2001 collection Tools in the Dryer assembled many of Lambchop's scattered singles, compilation tracks, and remixes.
Nixon - 2000-02-08 -
The Old Gold Shoe Grumpus You masculine you Up with people Nashville Parent What else could it be The Distance from Her to There The Book I Haven't Read (Fearless) The petrified florist The butcher boy
Is a Woman - 2002-02-19 - Daily Growl New Cobweb Summer My Blue Wave I Can Hardly Spell My Name Autumn's Vicar Flick Caterpillar D. Scott Parsley Bugs Old Matchbook Trick Is a Woman
A Long Long Time Blame It On The Brunette Doak's Need Golden Lady I'm A Stranger Here Love Is Here And Now You're Gone Muddy Funster Randi Reservations The Tin Chime Where Grass Won't Grow
I hope you're sitting down Begin
She was neat Was worried about the holocaust Rather uncomfortable But not unusual It was great She said it was easy reading Those busy pictures They made him nervous He had some coffee He looked at the book He stared at her legs She stared at his look What a trip As the shop filled up with strangers Some had big black boots Some were lost teenagers Gotta go As he placed the book back on the table She said she really likes your house You really like her hair He remembers her face The rest was a blur She asked for some gum He gave it to her Begin Betweemus
You can't come to the rescue You can't come to the phone You can't come to the party You can't come to my home Come on come on come on come on now Come on come on come on come on now Come on come on come on come on now Come on come on come on come on now You can't come to the service You can't come to my aid You can't come to the meeting You can't come on my parade Come on come on come on come on now Come on come on come on come on now Come on come on come on come on now Come on come on come on come on now You can't come for a while You can't come till you're through You can't come for the weekend You can't come though you do Come on come on come on come on now Come on come on come on come on now Come on come on come on come on now Come on come on come on come on now You can't come to the airport You can't come on a bus You can't come in a year You can't come between us Come on come on come on come on now Come on come on come on come on now Come on come on come on come on now Come on come on come on come on now Soaky in the pooper
Soaky in the pooper Standing in a stupor by the tank Better call the super As i grip the towel rack for strength Studied all these cracks before Stuff the towel beneath the door Crawling up all upon the floor And wait for it to pass Hear the faucet dripping As his brain is slipping into mud Man i think he's tripping Better pull his head out of the bowl And as the ceiling starts to bleed He carefully begins to read The label on the toilet seat It's like warning of some kind As his face turns bluish And his eyes roll back into his head The funeral was jewish All the mourners traveled in one car They remembered he had said You're never lonely when you're dead And as the final rights were read The angels start to sing Soaky in the pooper Because you are the very air he breathes
Dust moves off his arms and chest As the vent window opens in his volkswagen Hundreds of impalas and stationwagons Idle at the train crossing The puddles that surround him Are always made from sweat The open sore on his face reminds him That his blood is simply temporary The gas is blowing in the trees One whiff has brought me to my knees At first you practice, practice to yourself You are the very air, you are the very air You are the very air he breathes His head throbs and fills With a big machine bag I must be the richest man To ever stand in line at the bank The gas is blowing in the trees One whiff has brought me to my knees At first you practice, practice to yourself You are the very air, you are the very air You are the very air he breathes Under the same moon
Sylvester's three on a tin roof Kathy dick and the burden of proof If you're lookin' at me you're looking at the truth Under the same moon An inscence burned and a rusty comb A name and an address of a retirement home Two neighborhood dogs who won't leave me alone Under the same moon A dollar and a donut lie under the bed A woman with a basket and a shaved head Pressed between the pages of the book we both read Under the same moon A powerful thirst and a crying shame An old rugged cross and a lip that is lame Two lovers that remember the first time they came Under the same moon A dress in the closet and some shoes on the rack A harmonica and a hat that is black If you leave this town you ain't never comin back Under the same moon A car alarm and a bottle that breaks A receptionist and a creek full of snakes Stay up all night if that's what it takes Under the same moon I will drive slowly
Where's the keys cause i've forgotten Where i put them when i came home I thought i left them there on the table I will need them when i go out And i count your fingers you still have ten Your sweater's fuzzy against my chin (skin) And i will drive slowly so i can show ya The radio that's in the magnolia I got the giggles, we were at the movies I drank some water so i'd shut up It wasn't funny, no one else was laughing Somebody shuddered, i lightly crushed your cup And i count your fingers you still have ten Your sweater's fuzzy against my chin (skin) And i will drive slowly so i can show ya The radio that's in the magnolia A belt has clicked, the starter started A mirror straightented, a pedal pressed I fell your hand resting on my kneecap I see your face, it's against the glass And i count your fingers you still have ten Your sweater's fuzzy against my chin (skin) And i will drive slowly so i can show ya The radio that's in the magnolia Oh, what a disappointment
Even a child's love needs to be proven? As he turns off the gas, and runs away from the truth He seals up the doors with the masking tape And he closes all the windows and makes sure they stay With his head in the oven he feels his feet near the floor Makes a crease on his chest he puts his knee on the door Is the propane within he's really not sure Still there's tears in his eyes and the stars on the shore And i say these things i will never do for you (even though i want to i want to i want to) Even though i want to i want to i want to (everything means nothing, you're screwed) A little light that shines indoors (and happy has been long enough to find) And happy has been long enough to find There's six fryars outside my front door She's in her underwear she lays his feet on the floor On the face is a smile now fallen half off She turned her head back around she started to cough She said i think i'm going to puke And i said i'm sorry i'm sorry is there something i can do She said i'm the one who's sorry i think i peed on your floor I said that's okay and then she puked some more And i say these things i'll never do for you (even though i screw up from time to time) Even though i screw up from time to time (why can't you understand i protest) The little light that shines in doors There's a little whiskey on my finger I toured the place where the body was found There were beer cans and candybar wrappers laying all over the ground Don't light that cigarette in here (face the door) I said i don't care i want to be someone And i say these things i'll never do for you (even though i screw up from time to time) Even though i screw up from time to time (why can't you understand i protest) Why can't you understand i protest There's a little whiskey on my finger Hellmouth
Well, then i do it Love not not laughter I do it do it Bug flying out of my hands do it do it Trouble now it's hard to figure out what i did Here we go You got a hell of a mouth You know you got a hell of a mouth And you know you know you got a hell of a mouth If you didn't use it How does it feel so real Act like a train concealed I'm movin out I'm holding my head I do i did it Look at my hands I do i did it Trouble now here she comes You got a hell of a mouth You know you got a hell of a mouth And you know you know you got a hell of a mouth If you didn't use it Bon soir, bon soir
It's beach blanket bingo At the end of the day And his eyes are like wading pools And his feet are like clay And he drifts through the crowd They all know who he is They have seen him before He's just a friend of his Oh, get out of the car Bon soir bon soir Now his prey is on the gentle Like a bully or a jerk He may call you at home Or he may call you at work Manipulate your conscience Is his own private game You can drive him around Till he drives you insane Get out of the car Bon soir bon soir Yadayadayada Now it's not like he's stupid He's as smart as a whip As the bottle grows empty He will tighten his grip And he senses that you're weaker It's not even noon Every moment with him Is a moment too soon Get out of the car Bon soir bon soir What a penis you are Bon soir bon soir Hickey
He hated to shower Cause he wanted to smell What was left of the girl That stayed at his hotel Still the water was warm With the soap in his hand As he halted the process Just to stare at this man In the dark of his room Right after his nap He buried his face in her pillow Then he stared down at his lap A small circle of miracles Surrounded his head That ranged dark blue All the way to dark red And in honor of this new affair He bought some socks and some underwear He was feelin' so sporty and lookin' brand new To cover up his invisible tattoo The box on the carpet Matched the lines on his head As he was ready to sleep And he turns down the bed Removes all his clothes now Lays them on the floor Slips under the covers He hears her key in the door His eyes blink for a minute His lids open and close A cool warmth fills the room He feels her chest on his nose His brow brushes her navel His hand follows her hips His neck jerks on the pillow Feels the touch of her lips And in honor of this new affair He bought some socks and some underwear He was feelin' so sporty and lookin' brand new To cover up his invisible tattoo But not as good as this invisible tattoo Breathe deep
The clerk smiled as she saw the same nut pick up a personal size grocery basket and head down aisle two She smiled because periodically this guy would return with a basket full of glade lock and hold room freshener and deodorizer It's a deodorizer that works on the same principle as a bug bomb Simply push down on the button and it fills the room with a scented fog The man would buy only about five or six cans at a time He'd been coming in for about five weeks now Sometimes he would come in twice a week He seemed like a normal guy He was kind of balding in his mid thirties wearing a black leather jacket And he was always so damn dusty something soft about his features It looked like it was makeup but it was just dust He paid with a twenty and said thank you and left When the man returned home he took the glade from the worthless little plastic sack He placed one on the rug, one on the end table, one on the window sill, one under the tv, and one on the air conditioner This might seem unusual except for the fact that his entire apartment was just filled with them Every room on every surface He figured he had about sixty of them in all--each one's nozzle poised at the ready He sighed and opened a beer He started to push down the lock and hold buttons on the canisters Slowly filling the room, working his way from the dining room into the den Each room filling with a multiscented fog Desert bloom, evergreen, misty rose, fresh lemon, regular and unscented, pot porrouri, wild oak, petulia, ocean mist, Musk, hazel wood, irish nights, sandal wood, rain forest, country kitchen, natural prevention?, orange blossom, indian summer, and holiday candle Calmly he sat on the couch, spilt his beer, and closed his eyes So i hear you're moving
Well i wanna be held Yeah i wanna be cuddled I wanna find me a real nice girl With a nice little butt oh(?) Neighborhood's getting better and i'm moving out Oh i got drugs They'll blow your mind Blow your wad tonight Well i wanna be stained I wanna be bottled Wanna live in a real live house Not a scale model If i knew when then would it be easy? Oh i don't know Oh i got drugs They'll blow your mind Blow your wad tonight Well i wanna be held I wanna be hated When i get old yeah i wanna be sedated Twenty twenty twenty four hours a day I wanna be sedated! Oh i got drugs They'll blow your mind Blow your wad tonight Here comes the break Here comes the kicker now Let's go bowling
Have i died in these pools for eyes? Well i haven't cried And i haven't tried To tell you What you ought to When i see you When you see me It's heard to be Sincerely is this fondest wish A kissy kissy kissy kiss Without you in the picture It's not written in the scriptures This doesn't happen all the time And so you cuss me And you hate me And there oh, for i can figure out Put your lips this close to mine Then you shut up and i shut up Oh well shut up it'll work out fine Capitulation will not begin Please notify my next of kin You can find me at the bottom Of the bottle At the thrid row oh Here's a message: you look just fine Is traveling just a waste of time Cause without you That's the problem Is there something we can talk about oh no I'm hearin every word you've said When the meanings fill with anger or impatience or disgusting oh Why you mumblin' again? Do you like me Do you hate me Do you think i should go away Athens is so cold tonight It's a sorry scarry starry night Without you in the fixtures Who's been a picture on the picture roll I wish i may i wish i might Yes i have this drink i drink tonight Because without it I feel nothing I feel nothing even with it oh and oh Put that camera away Take no pictures of the ruins of our life That died without a fight and oh We're doing everything just right Except for touching and for holding and consoling Let's go bowling What was he wearing
What was he wearing What was i doing That bittersweet feeling that i was doing something right And i drive and i think That you are the most beautiful woman i know Of course i remember that You are ten thousand miles away This does not comfort me This does nothing to my soul I've tried drinking of late And smoking dope for about two weeks straight Today i was knowing that it was over Perhaps things have just run its course Perhaps i'm just tired of it But now i see things a bit clearer I saw an aging hippie walkin with several jugs of sunshine water I saw a black and white cat get out of my car And i called to her and she meowed to me And cautiously i moved toward her And as she moved away this was her kitty(?) This time i turned and forced my key into the lock Dammit i forgot the cigarretes again And i hoped to return home from the big night on the town But now i have to go out into the night Down the street through the zanie's parking lot And get in line at the scot And mumble my request and stare at strangers And wish that i just could have remembered, damn A cowboy on the moon
And i have visions Like scars are in the sky Boiling water is running from your eye And all our trouble Cannot be gone too soon A cowboy on the moon And i am stupid I clutter up my mind I'm always sorry For somebody left behind And i will write you When i can find the time A cowboy on the moon When i was little We gathered round the set Remote controls Were not invented yet An historic moment And now i have two pets A cowboy on the moon The blessed buttons And the sacred sandwich A happy hamper In which to put my clothes A texas spaceman And a boy named buzz A cowboy on the moon
How i quit smoking For which we are truly thankful
In my opinion there is a race For a place at the bottom of the pile Is neither completely conceived nor is it ill advised It just simply satisfies a basic need We are few The man who loved beer
To whom can i speak today The brothers they are evil And the old friends of today They have become unlovable To whom can i speak today The gentleness has perished And the violent man has come down on everyone To whom can i speak today The wrong which roams the earth There can be no end to it It is just unstoppable Death is in my sights today And when a man desires To see home after many years in jail February through december We have such a tragic hue As separate as the fingers Or suddenly as one as the hand And the violent man comes down on everyone The militant
He hails you and you pay him no mind A painter with nothing left upstairs Life needn't work out that way He's directing his misinterpretations Fresh letters in the hard cement Anagrammed by one tony d In any order: the kkk Inscribed by an idiot I gouge them out with a screwdriver Till there's nothing left But some crumpled concrete I shiver They are so very small The militant To be blunt or insensitive Overrated underinsulated carefree loving man We never argue
International velvet international underground International coverage international i'd like to cover your butt We never argue because we're never in the same place In the redwood forest you're testing my will each day To the new york island determined to get your way International i see you international babe of mine International police international calling card number We never argue because we're never in the same place In the redwood forest you're testing my will each day To the new york island determined to get your way International rivers international ports of call International secrets international objects of desire We never argue because we're never in the same place In the redwood forest you're testing my will each day To the new york island determined to get your way Life's little tragedy
I desire to tumble I walk through the garden I don't speak well i mumble To life's little tragedy If you touch me i crumble This song's from the wishing you well Not a boob or a bungle Just another butt to sniff Half our lives surmise For only you to decipher Our reasons are quite tame One by one we die And our secrets die within us There's no one left to blame (shame on me, shame on you) Scratchy cheeks and an earring I scurry to find the camera He's not angry he's seething My pictures always turn out wrong He's not crying he's teething The pains of growing are going fine There's some spit on the ceiling Pretty soon it's going to drop In the bed you lay Praying for sleep and it never comes It never works that way All the rest is done All you really can do is just sit up And start a brand new day (shame on me, shame on you) Suzieju
Chest of drawers And i ignore Is this feeling for An impossible season Evaluate Appropriate Another well done steak Be mindful of suspicion And i have seen With my eyes of green The curving of your face It's not a prize You know i realize Still it's haunting This psychotic erection She really purs In the wee hours Without hearts and flowers Give up on the pretext You sympathize Much ot my surpise You soon realize That's you're not so omnipotent Have a heart Stop the bitchy part The meaning of excess Have some wine Feed me a lime Suzieju Is jesus said backwards You work all day No matter what you say Please don't give it away Those sweet aspirations Get civilized Don't take your eyes off the prize Those greasy little fries That you get from the krystal Have sympathy Just don't agree with me Truth rises from dissent Carry on With your lips half calm You could be human But i honestly doubt it You shirt is brown In a world of sound My name is a noun It's gotten pro form It's seasoned You recollect Then you genuflect You're just a human wreck At the start of the weekend Scrap your dreams Of loss- you're obscene The call will have to wait Our time will mend our love My little friend Suzieju Is jesus said backwards All smiles and mariachi
I was watching your mouth move in and out In little unexpected ways Not hearing a word that you said in over twenty minutes On occasion i grunt and give you a knowing stare Focused on what i hope is a pivotal moment I went to the other house I got the key from the guard and i let myself in I knocked on the door twice and rang once Could you watch this for me until i return All smiles and mariachi They're playing the dating game theme We ordered some cheese dip, a tea, and two light beers I feel i should be talking, rather saying something Instead of nodding and eating most of the chips My confidece is returning I'm relating and remarking in an improved fashion So much that i decide to stop on my way home So much that i decide to stop for donuts on the drive home I went to the last house on the list I was relieved to find that my services were no longer required They were no longer required I was relieved to find my services no longer required The scary caroler
Well i feel more like i do today Than i did last night Makin' odds on the silvery moom Makin' it all seem that nice And then you lie (your back your scrotum) And you close your eyes (your shoulders your pelvis) And you sleep alright (your wrist knuckles and knees) All these things ache Well jesus christ I got my dogs on ice A piece of grit in my eye I start to spit Then i start to cry I'm happy I just don't know why And then you rise (your buttocks your calves) And you open your eyes (your sinus your ears) And you sleep alright (your arms your cheeks) All these things ache Yes i've had better days I look like ed ?? My teeth they were Extremely white Cast off cast off You scary caroler This hasn't been my night Smuckers
Well suckers and smuckers Wake up you little fuckers Weaving in and out of truckers Trying to write a letter home Yes i should have stood in bed With loretta lynn in my head That's me i'm smelling like a rose Waking up in filthy clothes And where have they gone That's where i'll be I'll hang around Come play with me I developed a rash I've kept my cash We're keeping all of this In mind Bending on the burlap knee The kindness that would keep Would you consider the creeps You come in contact with And where have they gone That's where i'll be I'll hang around Come play with me Where's that little scotty He's over by the portapotty Yes he's watching the girl with the frogs Open a bottle with her teeth I saw uncle tom's momma Wearin' my old pajamas Woven in our little drama Punctuated by a point and not a comma And where have they gone That's where i'll be I'll hang around Come play with me The militant
He hails you and you pay him no mind A painter with nothing left upstairs Life needn't work out that way He's directing his misinterpretations Fresh letters in the hard cement Anagrammed by one tony d In any order: the kkk Inscribed by an idiot I gouge them out with a screwdriver Till there's nothing left But some crumpled concrete I shiver They are so very small The militant To be blunt or insensitive Overrated underinsulated carefree loving man
Garf
Well i could be a boy Without hair in the country Relaxed and wild Running down by the creek Catching those crayfish And being kinda frightened But mostly just in awe Of them mighty crab claws (now i'm glad i do) I've wasted (the way that we're leaving the way that we go) All my free time (our lives are better left to chance) And i've worried (...pain that... I had to miss the dance) Just as most kids are of my age I could be home With a beer and a movie Straighten my back And raping my lungs While completely maintaining My absoloute innocence My absolute innocence at all times And i looked at jewelry (now i'm glad i do) For your little finger (the way that we're leaving the way that we go) It's so skinny (our lives are better left to chance) I can hardly believe you (...pain that... I had to miss the dance) I could be standing For what seems like hours Shifting my weight From one foot to another While watching live music With the earplugs on Our nice conversation Is becoming quite loud And i'm weary (now i'm glad...) Of your ugly pop culture (the way that we're leaving the way that we go) You're so pretty (our lives are better left to chance) Standing beside the desk (...pain that... I had to miss the dance) And i could be sitting By the telephone tomorrow To receive a call By the overweight garth brooks Who would then try to offer me Like a hundred thousand dollars Just for me to go the fuck away And he's waiting For my kind of reply I am serious I couldn't leave you if i tried Your life as a sequel
Should i know your place And my place or undiscovered Through a curtain or refinery Not certain or temporary I should be more considerate Of the others on call Is the day to day opportunity That is my life A beautiful case Of the unspoiled race Which can enter your race Quite unknowing For certain there are no Real changes in the original Outtakes of your life As a sequel Unsuccessful too Dumb again Walleyed and wounded In the capital city Under tense evaluation Does that have anything to do with dissolving My star has put my life Under the greatest of scrutiny A balancing place Between your nose and your face A consolidated center Of learning Making up offers Of considerable cost Which can enter your life As a sequel Theone
Best of all...all the things in this world That's worth a look You make it hard when i'm with you Scary sights Are the things that haven't happened But just might Don't think it over so quickly Look around I'm still here Take your time And not a year Please make me shine When you are near You are the one You underline All the terror and the grace of my belief I want to shake up your home life Fearing that All the specialness would fade with just a kiss I think i have a solution Take a walk Hold my hand Don't say a word I'll understand We'll change the world Make no demands You are the one Have we lost sight Of the sacrifice it takes to save a life If it's ours then so be it It's just my wish That our world be that of reproductive bliss It's just a thought, there's no pressure Gomer pyle Is just a man Who served his country As best he can I am the state You are the flag You are the one But don't you know This must be true I can't do nothing But think of you There's the phone And here's the number You are the one
Thriller
My Face Your Ass
I wonder what would happen If the world was in a wire And the wire was in a spiral Round a burning ring of fire And I wonder what would happen If the fire was on the wane And the wire was getting slower And the ring was on a chain Ah yeah, i'll show your punk rock ass. And I wonder what would happen If the chain was on your neck And the ring was on your finger And the pile was in quebec And i wonder what would happen If the world was in a wire And the wire was in a spiral Round a burning ring of fire Ah yeah, i'll show your punk rock ass. Your Fucking Sunny Day
Bent the hose to stop the sprinkler Hosin' off the sidewalk What does it say Your fucking sunny day Is it not supposed to If and when The deep down bends But for a breath of wind And they're gone Didn't mind being what he tried to be Didn't mind seeing what he had to see Didn't mind needing what he didn't need Didn't mind agreeing they do agree It's so simple and so stupid Yet so steady are you ready I am not Bent the hose to stop the sprinkler Hosin' off the sidewalk What does it say Your fucking sunny day It's so simple and so stupid Yet so steady are you ready I am not Hey, where's your girl
Hey where's your girl Hey where'd she go Did you just get tired Did you just get old Like a beat up doll That gets thrown away Dumped on the street Near the big highway You were so tall You were so fine But they all come back They fell in love You were the one And you took control But they all bent down They lost their soul I'm going inside... Crawl Away
Well you can't win Did you think we could Crawl away just crawl away And if life don't care What your preference is Crawl away just crawl away You have it there Once you're in their world Crawl away just crawl away And if time's our friend And it's on our side Crawl away just crawl away Save you, it won't save you Gloria Leonard
And now it's getting darker Or so it would seem And if out of this comes nothing Then maybe nothing is what i mean Raise a dusty eyelid To a window in the south See that part of Europe Has discovered my big fat mouth Notice on completion This strange change has occurred Small pieces of your lung Strewn about the spoken word Oh the goofiness we can create Understand or understate Let's turn back before it's too late So we could appreciate Brittle core the correspond?? The society of living alone The Old Fat Robin
The old fat robin sticks his beak into the ground With the brain the size of an eraser Kitty runs by causes the robin, she does floppin' Soon another one lands there to replace her Hear the tweeting and your sinuses Count the pluses and the minuses Turn frustration into sadness Say goodbye to major badness A strong gust of wind blows upside my balding head Makes my balls shiver Makes a lump in my hoaky bed?? Except for a squirtle and some gasoline Completely distracted by the american dream Hear the tweeting and your sinuses Count the pluses and the minuses Turn frustration into sadness Say goodbye to major badness And though I may be wrong We're so glad you came along Superstar in france
You're a superstar in france And you've got everything I want You've got all those quirky girls I was born to change the station Pretty soon the dream is over You're a superstar in france And I was born to take vacations Don't you ever want to die Don't you think we should be together Pretty soon the dream is over
What Another Man Spills
Interrupted
Taking the dogs Across the street To a grassy space Between the buildings Watching your shadow Cast by the street light It does appear As if you're tapping An ash into a puddle Made from the urine Of the dogs It is very cold And with the coldness Comes a quiet Interrupted By a sound
The saturday option
Heaven is a disaster And you won't get there any faster Mine is a lazy buttox That's been left out here, in the rumpus Do the shabby thing With you Separate the lilly From the dew Yes, that was my bet shot Bleach is mixed with appricot Regards are sent to authorities Who maintain their set priorities Do the shabby thing With you Separate the wood From the screw Lest, we forget the best part Elevate,toward a higher art Investigate, such stinking truth Positive, in no need of proof Do the shabby thing With you Separate the beef From the stew
Schucks
Cast a fishing net into the stream Contemplate the meaning calculate the mean There are many here who haven't seen the things I havent i've seen It's like having awakend from a dreamers dream And i'll know And you'll know That you'll roll Down the hole And from a wading pool a chrstian drinks And from a talktype show the liberal thinks A bombastic vision, a theatric response A monumental occasion the seems to happen But once and the hour - is like a shower Do not cower - as jerry clower Rotting bodies wrapped in black cowhide Sit at a table on your mothers side And its time to pick a dish time now to decide What raw desire often signifies And the clown Lays on the ground I have found You're out of town Schucks
Give me your love ( Curtis Mayfield ) Give me your love Give me your love Give me your love Give me your love Give me your love I want you so baby Can't even get mad at you What a thing You really swing And I feel so good it's true You're such a gun Make my lungs sigh Breathin' in the air Through lovin' you I really know, child Just how much I care Give me your love Give me your love Give me your love Give me your love Give me your love Give me your love Preparing for tomorrow You do what you have to do I'll share the weight Whatever fate Plans to bring to you Don't worry 'bout no attitude You just be yourself Could live with you In solitude And need no one else Give me your love Give me, give me Life #2
Pack all your bags It's a soul day This is your right To an ending Life number two Pack all your bags It's a soul day And every night You'll be dancing Life number two Ok Ok Life number two
Scamper
Hey booger Neely's been overcast, morning A closet full of generic adult diapers And a bible trivia game Lunch, three doughnuts And some chocolate milk Reading, a newspaper That is five days old The nurse, the housekeeper The doctor The son is older than my father The smell of old bland cooking wafting and blending With that of red oak Warm and sour The kitchen floor is vinyl And it's soaking wet So is the bedroom Of the mother She has a problem She is very old With her bladder You are outside Sucking on a can Passed out in the living room Martha stewart Is speaking Three hundred and fifty pounds of machinery Roll between her surgical stockings And the hearth I do not look up I am terrified
It's not alright
( James Mcnew ) Medical alert but it doesn't really hurt Now there's nothing we can do It's already on its way This time you didn't wait to call Didn't hesitate at all Now there's nothing we can do Only waiting it's already on its way I remember feeling down Whenever winter came around And you gave me a hat Put it on and let's go out And we talked and talked again Until the snow turned into rain And in spite of all we said I already want to know more than I do And when you sighed it was so hard to hide I saw the sign flashing in your eyes It's not alright and it doesn't help to know That I'm not the only one who feels the way it feels Did you try and bury it inside Did you hide I do it all the time The day's arrived it seems like such a crime To conceal the heart I have The heart I have
N.O.
This is not new orleans No party in my head I want to take a bottle From the barroom to my bed I want to know the flavor Feel the stinging on my tongue See the scattered dumbness Of another evening left undone This is not poetry This is depravity This is an outrage This is unsavory I am escaping My home trappings It takes an old man To bend a sapling Do not wait Do not ponder What goes on here Goes on up yonder Ghastly mask Shape undone A human pile Of hair and come This wicked man Has become unwise A silhouette Between her thighs We are now going We are not growing Anymore, anymore Wipe your mouth The bottle's empty Urinate upon the tree Into the lake You threw the house key Your mistake Their morality Sleeps with the fishes Dirty dishes There lays the vessel On its side Sleeps with the fishes Dirty dishes There lays the vessel On its side
I've been lonely for so long
( Mick Jagger )
Won't somebody help me please 'Cause I've been lonely for so long Don't seem like happiness will come along I've been lonely for so long Don't seem like happiness will come along These ain't clouds rain over my head Everybody's throwing rocks in my bed Just can't seem to get ahead in life Nothing I do ever turn out right Won't somebody help me please 'Cause I've been lonely for so long Don't seem like happiness will come along I've been lonely for so long Don't seem like happiness will come along I lay awake every night Trying to figure out how to make things right There's got to be a better way I know To shake this monkey off 'cause it's making me so Won't somebody help me please 'Cause I've been lonely for so long Don't seem like happiness will come along I've been lonely for so long Don't seem like happiness will come along Yes I know what it feels like to be lonely To have your friends turn their backs on you Yes I've been lonely Never know the real meaning of peace and harmony, yeah I lay awake most every night Trying to figure out how to make things right There's got to be a better way I know To shake this monkey off "cause it's making me so Won't somebody help me please 'Cause I've been lonely for so long Don't seem like happiness will come along I've been lonely for so long Don't seem like happiness will come along.
Magnificent obsession We all know love is free But gets you fried chicken I hear those people ring Conversation listen A false security Breezes of the past Impossiblity Reminds us of what's best Lost in topography Each with our possessions Those difficult days A butcher of our conscience A public enemy That reaches for our guts and heart A possiblity A magnificent obsession
King of nothing never Pain is coming to town But it wont last forever Here's your paper crown The King of nothing never
Nixon The Old Gold Shoe
The gold stereo Stretches out the sound Turns the plates until they're rounded The whole that you know Gets closer to the ground Closer to that thing you found For all our massive brains To call on choked remains It's painful It's certain That something's bound to break (inside) This house is not alone I'm kicking 'round here somewhere So check behind the ancient speaker Like painful southern bliss Pured upon like caramel And garnished with some crushed pecans To grow is not to grind To mope is not to mind The old cap The geezer The 15 second teaser Behold and you know Everyone's a ringer He's not even a very good singer The dirt on the tracks Has hardened into clusters Earthen legs and honey mustard A storm is closing in Our leaves start to spin It's getting Much later I wish I heard your radio (tonight) The people in the rain Are staring through our backs Wishing you had half a brain For all our little pain Tender is the mangle The science diet the ivory tangle The world goes away Each every stinking day I'm getting Much better This night's little upsetter The kids out in the street Take their toys and break them Look at them, then walk away The guy on the cross Is holier than I But then again he's made from plastic For all our massive brains To call on choked remains It's painful It's certain That something's bound to break (inside) There's cattle tied witha a chain Pinch the weeping Willie I know it's dumb, but sometimes I'm silly I crawl out of the rain Think of me as fetal Think of me as the fifth Beatle Grumpus
Oooooh (what's the matter with the boy?) Oooooh (did he really have to be so sure?) But you're not thinking ride around without a sound. Restless boy in restless town and you commence to Drinking a bottle up, a bottle down, a bottle white, a Bottle brown another day peels away Oooooh (what's the matter with the boy?) Oooooh (don't you want another try?) Part of the process is sifting through the piles of shit Tell us you don't mind a bit from a different angle such Power rarely deviates, in times of love, in times of hate Another spring will come Faithful friends all around you wonder why you Feel so low look at me, if you really want to see the Comedy and the clown Oooooh (what's the matter with the boy?) Oooooh (has he really given up for sure?) Here's a new solution be square and kind to all your Friends, stop staring through the bitter lens ancient Institution this learning not demonstrate, your asinine And callous traits I could take some practice, I know You Masculine You
The shape of the sun ah, pretty ways pretty ways and Things to come When this day is done you will collapse collapse into (the funnel of) my arms And as always they're not strong And as always you Do believe and as always I'm very wrong about the cut Above the bleed April she finds the sugar time and so slow, syrupy yeah She'd be inside you shed away a shadow as we go And you know, it's not bad and I'm so into the blue And It's so, like goofy said I just fly above the few The last thing we do turn our heads around, closer to The ground, you're falling You and your masculine you forever benched sitting by The dirty window Coda Though this seems to be a drag you skirt around the Thing that's comfortable purple peppers dirty rags make Your life albeit more portable to turn around to follow Me don't follow me don't follow me don't follow me Up with People
Yes there comes a booming sound It used to come from underground Now it emenates From a kind of welfare state Of the soul Yeah baby of the soul And of the sweet sweet soul Let's be certain Of the deliberate monologue As sure as if it will fall Across you Unto you Will most certainly leave the doing undone Come on undone And we are doing And we are screwing Up our lives today What's that we chanted It's this we planted C'mon progeny Nashville Parent
But it just looks so cold there from the bottle Another part of another ritual Standing in the kitchen Arms are braced against the counter Swallowing like mercury down the drain And the neighbors have been drinking And they are raising quite a stink Pretty soon they will be fighting It can get pretty ugly The city makes a hooting sound tonight The owl on the roof has got it right If it's left up to him He'll take that stupid grin And decapitate a rodent or a mouse Take the b train or the shuttle At the exit have a smoke Try to spit onto the sidewalk Instead you wipe it off your chest I don't wanna freak but the tongue erodes Each time we start to speak On a timely mission Oh you look pretty swell in your new position Fiberglass funny face up on the wall It's funny when it's not funny at all And if it's up to him We will take the ways of sin And smash them like glass against the wall But it's nothing to pathetic Full of rhetoric and doubt Carry on like little creature In the fields of our love What Else Could it Be?
It's the bad way you feel today brush the dog as you Walk away oh ther it is baby, you know that they feel the same But they wave as you turn away got your mind but you Cannot stay sooooobaby you say what...high As stragne as it feels today I better die it's the same any Thought of you the sweet sweet soul...yeah yeah it's a Man in a winter mood something about you (stop) baby (stop) da da (DAH) da da (stop) da da da Oh fell the breeze our soul you see 'em saying ohhhh Baby they are saying...feel good just a storm is your Heart try to raise some understanding see me standing They are stone...gone Is a problem we see today californ...california It's the Way that you will be sorry, sorry is a man as he will be Sorry sorry (stop) baby (stop) da da (stop) da da (stop) Da da da da The Distance from Her to There
So shy tonight I'm told you were, I'm in the thick Of it, i've been a dick with it you're just not used to it Am i'm alright well, as you were there's no use for This it's not a theater kiss more like a railway piss The lights outside tonight are far from home and I'm out drinkin' in the yard and I fell sadder for The sad old bone it's not far, really babe, it's just Not that far...hmm And by the light and so you were it's such A cleaner wish a much softer fist a much weaker wrist And by tonight you'll wait for her so little hell to Pay it just works out that way on almost any day The Book I Haven't Read (Fearless)
The crickets cry tonight Here comes your girl The showers fall tonight It's a rainy world The shivers on the spine Could be what we had in mind Remember all the times we said We could be we should be in love On a windy porch tonight Here comes your girl Beneath the dull porch light Your thoughts will curl Past the women and the men To where the story ends The voice from up above says We could be we should be in love My disgusting habits end It's a crazy world Neither real nor pretend And there's your girl My eyes fall from my head With all the pages read And i'm so glad you said We could be we should be in love The petrified florist
A goofy Libra a drafty car I do believe i've stepped on my guitar A borrowed bender a liver ends until you've seen it it's really just pretend A coward's trade a careful foray against the blade a patent Answer can't wait to get my hands on her The closing of the coor the blistered buttered roar oh Callous even hand in the village of the damned A broken glass the broken table the spitting image if I was able A frightened bird the written word our daily logic has become absurd And when you see her smile you live the fever for a little While you'll never ever leave her my crippled friend The butcher boy
She went upstairs to make her bed and not a word to her Mother said her mother went upstairs too saying oh Daughter my daughter what troubles you Oh mother oh mother i can not tell that butcher that Butcher that boy I love so well he courted he courted my Life away and now at home at home he will not stay Ther is a place a place in london town wher that Butcher that boy he goes and sits down He takes that Strange that strange girl on his knee and tells her and Tells her what he won't tell me Her father her father came home from work saying my Daughter my daughter she looks so hurt he went upstairs Upstairs to give her hope and found her and found her Hanging from a rope He took a knife a knife and cut her down and in her Bosom her bosom a note he found go dig a grave Both wide and deep and place a marble slab at my head and feet And over my coffin my coffin place a snow white dove to Warn the world the world that I died for love
Is a Woman
*** Thanx a lot to Basia for these lyrics ***
The daily growl Thought i felt a chill Thought an underrated skill A hazard to the emotionally challenged Fibers from a rope In the roughness of your hand you cope With cuddles and the gentle revolution The guts and gluttony The chicken of the sea Will hardly fill your restless void Powered by intel The useless crap you sell Will leave us More or less annoyed Down the street you go Rumors of a one man show How silly we can be about the future Parent to the cause A hustle through and then you pause To study or to ponder or reflect It's laid out in a line That curves and breaks with time And underscores this fragile nation But i guess it's right To love the girls who fight Off our manly acts of desperation The new cobweb summer The last thought that you think today Has already happened The link between profound and pain Covers you like sherwin williams The smokey joe is broken Drops into your lap And the big red wasp Makes a scan through My black pages Last night our boy was out there Burning up his matches I saw him in the afternoon Sporting a black eye The universal man Holds a pistol or a bottle Types with confidence As we grow out of our Bruises Once i had a friend Who had the knack of tossing His mind around geography Boy you think, you have problems The hunter is asleep At least that's what i call him In the afternoon Of the new cobweb Summer My blue wave You lay around the house Nothing much to bark about Jump onto the bed Just bones and squirrels inside your head This is the only life i see For you And if i gave a crap Would that show you where my head is at I would ride the moon And even if it comes too soon I could fall for you And you could fall for me So we go all to the shows And happiness is all we know How it got to you And how it got to me too I wish i never knew (about) my blue wave And william called and tried To tell me that his sister's boyfriend has Just died He's not sure what to do And i'm not sure what to tell him he should do Sometimes william we're just screwed (in) my blue wave So what's the girl to do Sits on the couch and she's feeling blue Shakes it in the cup And she doesn't mind if it stays up Up up oh yeah Never mind the world My blue girl And the best is yet to come You may think you are the only one To never get it right Just stick around on this lovely night And we may be amazed By my blue wave To conclude this interview Many facts and fictions you construe The dog gives you the paw You pat his head and you wipe his jaw He's the only one who knew (about) my blue wave
I can hardly spell my name Teardrops from a shadow This tongue starts to waggle That's a lovely dress yo' And oh that's just "titian" And it's not true you know you swear And all by yourself As time delivers for a while now This may not appeal to you But i can hardly spell my name A siamese is lonely also And i've been waiting all my life In spite of this arrangement, Moderation on vacation It's time we all settled down Autumn's vicar Chickadee tosses leaves out of her nester My uncle's uncle's uncles fester To chesnutt's empty sound One by one they hit the ground It's fall and it's warm And i've got a sweater Tell me nothing nothing's better The flowers wilt from the weight of the leaves But it's not the cold It's the dryness That makes it so, (groovy) Believe you me Believe me you Let it roll God cues his trees to drop their load I've got some used cowboy boots You've got some weed It's a noisy cracked accumulation Of golden brown, mr. Brown's first born Can anyone get it It's not too obvious Two friends locked in a dutch romance It's the angry middle aged distraction Your postman stumbles in the yard With a message long You communicate through song And take it up with the vicar Believe you me Believe me you Grateful for the score The nuts today you store Could come in handy in the future Flick I can flick a cigarette butt Further and with more accuracy Lots of practice, i guess Someday we will all be editors That jumps around from person to person And bites you on the ass A certain static is required The albino butterfly Thank you thank you very much Little spiders making little webs Nuts is what you have become Kind of fractured of the facts Dylan and drugs and the sweat bee Shake and stretch the stiffness out Exercise? Not right now Applauded for your idleness Connects to a power line That runs over my head In the cool wet morning air As we sit under a tree Thank you thank you very much Little spiders making little webs Nuts is what you have become Kind of fractured of the facts An upsidedown wire heart Being sucked into a periscope Still the mind is dull Like you need another excuse Your thoughts lift like a fog As the sun burns it away A soft ball and a stick And the imprint that it makes Like a chamber from a gun After the shooting's done This is what you have become Now make something out of it Caterpillar I have walked your sorry streets And lived amongst your people And i'm sure we must have heard The same birds singing You have stepped in hardened footprints Down where my shoes were mudded And i know we must have heard The same dogs barking When the ground was rumbling And the bathroom walls were bending I lay there wet and naked Oh i know your heard me yelling Out a name that you never used for me, till then Out a name that you never used for me, till then Out a name that you never used I have shat upon the hillside Neck deep in cushion clover Up where i'm sure you're braided Those necklaces and bracelets You have lost your socks and panties Out by the caterpillar That grades the road i walk on While i'm dreading english When the ground was shaking And your jewel tea was a falling There's a cracking in your kitchen Oh i know you heard me calling Out a name that i never used for you, till then Out a name that i never used for you, till then Out a name that i never used D. Scott Parsley Hey girl Is it really right for me Send a little message That i know i can see Behold the life i lead for you One would hope the only life for two Can't you see the only life for me Hey dude Better try to make things work You really gonna mess up If you're like that with that girl This way, this life, for me This won't change the lonely life you see This is not the life i thought would be Hot dog Guess you really bite my log Everybody hates me But assume i'm not around For me, i say it's true I wonder if they love me like you do Maybe i can suck enough for two Hey chick What you gonna make of this Getting sentimental Better get there something quick It's all the thing for me Like some weird porno philosophy Making us a grand apostrophe It's sick What you gonna make of this Guess we'll think of something Better think of something quick It's here you make your peace The cut the fold the crease Maybe you can cure your own disease Bugs Bugs rub their legs together in a fevered pitch It trips me out Never gonna let it out Birds they wheeze and my legs they itch Yeah it flips me out Wonder what it's all about And think of things, and how they got this way Way above the rest Isn't this the fucking best Superficial we may say So down to earth in an earthy kind of way It's just the best that we can do Is this just the best that we can do Planes that buzz and cars that roam Trees that grow through the forest foam Squirrels that cross you overhead Make their way to the squirrelly bed Yes, even squirrels have beds A natural light in the natural world It trips me out Never gonna read about it Our favored nation and our favorite girl She flips me out Never ever really doubt it And as your hand rests gently on her head Remove the clutter and the papers that you read A whispered comment or a compliment is said And you take her hand as you gesture toward the bed I can't believe this feels this good The old matchbook trick The last time that i came here I came down with a fever The next day it was gone With the suddenness of ist arrival When we all were much younger Were we really different In the really real world we knew Last night i saw the sun rise Over sleepy barcelona Riding on a bus With the road crew from embrace While everyone was sleeping I noticed a reflection And saw the egg upon my face The last thing i remember About waking up in kristiansand Was gagging on my toothbrush As it brushed across my tongue And removed a drunken sailor Paid his bar and porno bill Gonna have to fuckin' hose him down The clarity is blinding Where's the befuddled middleman The gentle goofus With his comedy and wit Spaced out in the crowd With the cramped and the cluttered Falls from your fingers to his hand Falls from his fingers to your hand The old matchbook trick Keeps the table from wobble Slipped under the short leg Steadies the unsteadiness Of the lopsided conversation Makes a solid place to rest Arms and thought upon Is a woman In the hour of the girl You can make this danger witness Or whatever, without your heart You can wish you could relate If it's always gonna be Sit beside me on a star If you wake me up tonight So you try to make it whole With everybody here More than a sony To make the words throw up Or show me the way As they pick me up again They will be there on the couch They will make you better still (can you be sure?) Of anything you make Maybe you can get a whiff It's enough to make you gag It's enough to make you sick Each and every day With the concrete and the masonry When the paint that's on is dry You can work it from your eye And you take it from my heart As you stand alone forever From the roaming and the surf And the cloudy cloudy day Just a boss thing that is pure Something specially for you It's like everybody's needing it And everybody's sure (and if they say) Is a woman, write this down Put the paper, over there More than it is No more than it is
Aw C'Mon
Four pounds in two days They say you walk around As if a ghost had Crossed your path Or turned into a reading material As it happens to be chosen From the torn or taffeta You're frozen in the Contemplation of a win Ok maybe that was alittle Heavy on the word play But as first thoughts go They were mostly to the right As you register an itch Or the thing that makes you sweat To accuse the weights And measures of a lie Steve McQueen And if I never, Live to see another day I guess that would have to be alright by me see How come we never say what it is that we wannna say Is this just another way to be mean ? Mean? Mean? Not Steve mcqueen Or "Free of Worry " And if you never Have the need to look the other way But how could this be good for me? Lets hope we always prevail to love, to take a pill or take a pause But this is not at all what it seems Seems Seems Seems (Or take me serious) Make sure we never Ever stand in each others way When you got something that you got to say that's real Look to each other that's a thing that we're gonna do from now on That's what we're gonna do For you Something's going on There so much I want to know In every day in every notice The hour it is going slow So how am I to show this And i've got this feeling Something's going on Wake up in a kinda sweat Fingers slightly numb and shaking Blood flows back into your hand Must be the way you have been sleeping And i've got this feeling Something's going on The hats that were stacked on the shelf The glasses the clock the wall The picture of Michael and Bubbles Something's going on They could give a tick or tock And maybe that would be the problem It could be a simple thought It's something that is meant to solve it And i've got this feeling Something's going on Nothing But a Blur From a Bullet Train Wearing a halo of mist Glowing pink and purple In the afternoon light A sprawling from a hub Gave way to patches of green The wine colored country Unfolded as we tumbled Into our rooms And our travel kinks Floated away As we stroked the sunrise Stained the lake a hazy pink With the jade tree green rivers Or the apple trees And the thought of wearing our sun screen And evergreens Are layered Like feathers At your feet Nothing but a blur from a bullet train A picturesque Old teahouse With a carp pond As trundled out of the tunnel As trundled out of the tunnel Each Time I Bring it Up, It Seems to Bring you Down Hobbled by the fact That there must be a problem Confident that there's a trace Of honor that we share Lets begin again And lets not try to answer With subtle irony Instead of common sense Take me to your room And lay me on the bed Looking a the stamps That slowly you've collected The impression that was made As you frequently do fly Dripping on the dock You shiver from the cold You're looking pretty good I' m feeling pretty old Is sudden mastery Of most of the decisions Convinced of steady growth In the hours that will come To take the best of me And throw it to the dogs You can call me bastard Or you can call me friend Just don't forget to call me Before the story ends Covered in a fabric That's made of good intent Poking through the hole That been eaten by a moth (Pause) Lets pretend I'm guilty Of everything you've mentioned Reproductively unsound Reproductively inclined But can I change the system Of how I have been measured It's really unattractive How little I really know So shoot me from a cannon Or squash me like a bug Or sweep me like some dirt That lies under a rug Lets start up a petition To get me out of town Each time I bring you up It seem to bring you down Women Help to Create the Kind of Men They Despise Women help to create the kind of men they despise Misery is often apparent of some affecting touches That were composed under her name Or, the dignity of criticism Increases the confusion in men Her heart clenched, sexual More breathlessly than if she had And felt she was equipped To understand them The passage of time Increases the confusion in men I've seen it She loved the spare texture Of his difficult, and sad books, And felt she was exceptionally Equipped with Stanley Wilson's Distractions Rug that opened as a well of color at her feet Was everywhere, And the lamps In the middle of the day: The low, Deeply recessed Casement windows were running with rain And wet leaves. I Hate Candy And I hate candy But I like rain And I like substance To tickle my brain And I'd like to see you And I'd like to say That I can't wait To see you today Wheres my little trouble girl? Theres no real trouble girl C'mon c'mon c'mon And I get serious And I get sad And I get nervous With the problems we have But I will want you Through the leisure and loss I will want you No matter the cost And I want you near me Yes I need you by my side And I guess this trouble will pass So i'll take the good with the bad Wheres my little trouble girl? Theres no real trouble girl C'mon c'mon c'mon Wheres my little trouble girl? Theres no real trouble girl Cmon cmon cmon I Haven't Heard a Word i've Said The right of callous goes to malice Molder in the grave The scene to witness inner fitness Leaves without a wave To turn about inside the outer Layer that we save Becomes apparent when we wear it Such is the beauty that you gave You hypnotize my bloodshot eyes The night life's latest craze They twist their shouts and jump about Our memory isn't fazed By doucumentors recent assent Into the freakish phase Remember that we are the purpose Of this human race And oh so slowly Turn to show me Where our points Are shaved To them that simply See us empty But for not our Amber waves of sin A dialogue is half created Out of our own words We like the texture and pretend That this we haven't heard Its up to here in good defense Another loss is cruel But some how with the help of Pills, I remain a pillar calm Lets guess the number of regrets Our good life will acquire There seems to be some small Discrepancy between the truth and lie But somehow we should work around the better half of dead Wake up wake up my little one My little sleepy head Action Figure I heard a rumor that I'm sad Or at least that I feel bad Whoever said that doesn't know I'm pretty sure that I don't know And if a case was made for this Could it be something that we missed Let's let the cat out of the bag Let's let the neighborhood go bad It take some time but there you go It takes a lot of guts to show The silly side of who we are As if we'd ever go that far So we can put away the watch And we can throw away the cane And we can walk through god's own will Because he's crying crying still today What are the odds that you are right What will we have to eat tonight What if I told you it's ok To be my action figure I've swatted bugs all afternoon I've swallowed beer like a cartoon And if old Waylon hung the moon Will we be singing with him soon And I will learn to look away When there are thing I cannot bear Perhaps you'll sing a diferent tune Perhaps well learn to tell the diference There are people that I know Who live content within their limits And we are lucky to be so Completely interactive.
No, You C'Mon
Low ambition Your drug of choice Mix it with a voice a voice that's creepy Like a nice color red Laid out on the bed someone's been on this bed before you Your barrettes and bracelets become like Little missiles in your mind...(you asshole) Just press the one Then you'll get some of what they're taking Think this is fun When you are one of those awkward strangers Low is ambition this time Out of my head Out of my own bed i wake to find another In a coffee black I look back to the shack the one that's covered in vines Your barrettes and bracelets become like Little missiles in your mind...(you asshole) Just press the one Then you'll get some of what they re taking Think this is fun When you are one of those awkward strangers Low is ambition this time Sacrificial kind There's still time There's still time To undo the fade There's still time To fill the bag with raid There's still a coat And there's still a hat What mortals do The righteous Thing There's still time To fill the bag with raid There's still time What mortals do Is there really any reason why we take this crap Cover the floor same as be fore Cover the floor same as be fore C'mon Nothing adventurous please He was brought up around bad architecture So its really not his fault Between anxiety and longing Even though Even though Even though Keeps us out of trouble Even though Even though Even though There's something about it alright This is something you know About alright. Nothing Nothing adventurous please Did you see that one coming Nothing adventurous please Did you see that one, come in You just missed us Just missed us Stay real close The problem When the chimp on the tree Shakes his fist at me You know i love it Cause it means that much to me And my nutts knows it's not In a bid to reach the top There is no other Cause it means that much to you Cause you'll be free To guess Again, you'll see And there'll be work That they tell you to do But if you don't care a lot If the world just hits the spot You'll be out again By christmas time next year Just be sure when your not Of the "i" that doesn't dot When your young Nothings hard to pick that clean Feel my meaning About my lighter I didn't get that much sleep last night Starring at the window and the cold moonlight Tossing and a turning on the antique bed Sugarcube and thomas making in my head And i can see you pretty good Like a rock and roll killer This is not the place that you should Act like a tool Got a little hot in the office today Telephone rings i should throw it away And even when the paper describes a wreck They manage to some how botch the sub context And i am standing next to you You can borrow my lighter Like this is something that i do Sometimes i get sick Please don't worry Guess that i'm worried Don't be worried You look worried Lets not worry Were not worried Try not to worry, About my lighter And there may be some things that you do ignore But i wouldn't let that stop you any more I have noticed things in the picture book That have little to do with the way things look But i still worry but that's my nature Used to sit on the porch But now i stay a little Little closer Yeah i feel like a chump
Under a Dream of A Lie
Give up like a man I've seen that you are serious Holier than thou art How can we say we are ready yet Under a dream of a lie Under a dream of a lie Under a dream of a lie How can you tell Resort to all selfishness Dreams do run dry I can dream I'm not afraid Under a dream of a lie Under a dream of a lie Under a dream of a lie This scandinavian hardener Drifted from Duluth Thought you mentioned something like Still this is what we do Under a dream of a lie Under a dream of a lie Under a dream of a lie The gusher These are stains upon your genes You play me Fresh And new Twenty lashes in the drain Collecting Soapy Residue The water in the sink, turns brown Power to be clear, swishing it around You scrape The skin With a Razor blade Not the end it's supposed to be Display me Boxed Re-viewed All the tears in tennessee For the positive Lover Or freak Passing with the speed of sound Hours to be here buried in the ground Soon to touch The ass Of god's Gusher Listen When things blink just right Like they're blinking here tonight From the corner of my eye They came, to be Tell your trouble to Someone stuck here just like you Sucking in the smoke Like it's going out of style And i'll listen, To what you have to say You said it any way to me And you'll listen Something special is at work It's really not a chore to me So put me in a bag Or bury me in rags The lady upstairs, She made, me strong Can't make it to the bar Can't make it to the bath Caught and confused You give it up for this Cause, i'll listen To what you have to say You said it anyway, though you're not, too sure I'll listen Because it means that much to you You're everything i do, or see They may not work it out
Damaged
Paperback Bible I'd like to buy a good Used paperbacked living bible And I've got some things That I'd like to put on out there Like a pony cart and an old bird bath A kitchen sink and a rocking chair You can turn me on Almost any day at noon Hey I'd like to put on A four month old rat terrier pup I think he's a male And he's marked up pretty and everything This woman's got some goats But his feet's never been on the ground You can just buy one Or you can have the whole heard Yeah I'd like to find A twenty seven inch color TV Has to be non working An RCA cause I need the parts And daily there's an old drive shaft And the same Berkeline recliner It's green and it's cloth And it's been used very little Then there's a Reba designs Size eight, prom pageant dress It's icy blue With sequins worn just once There are others that are strapless But this one's slit above the knee If you're looking for Something perfect for that student I have always thought That hand guns were made for shooting people Rather than for sport Why not use a rifle in most other applications You might find a riffle or a musket But you'll never hear a pistol There may always be Someone looking for or finding some Guess I'd like to sell A good used paperbacked living bible
Prepared She was standing by her mirror Brushing out her curls and braids That evening had arranged the night before She noticed her pale cheeks As were seen through haggard eyes That suggested conversation in the morning I have reached and scraped and borrowed I have all but paid the price As was ordered and was needed for the balance Turning to her husband she so carefully said My dear what put that idea in your head Voices cried in silence or crept stealthily away Left shimmering with rigid lips compressed To watch over him and prey Bring him up the Christian way And now what can I say that's less profane Maybe I was in his power I didn't mean to tell you this Though I don't intend to share them to their full extent If it's sorry that we feel about it Then with feeling I do respect I am the most undisciplined of man We are thrown out of our bedclothes Instead of slumbering away And a smile spreads like a sunbeam through your face I am willing to bear my part I've been hasty I've been surprised And for this I'm only partially prepared
The Rise And Fall Of The Letter P Well it started out intimate enough She was hardly convinced of this And nothing was right with out it And every thing, I mean every thing's unclean How long is the right to suffer And nothing impresses me You are scared of all the couples and the mothers Who disrespect your orders of the day And I can't stand up And I can't give back It's just that it seems impossible To understand a man like me And I promise I won't live without you And I promise I won't be that mean These stupid promises are accumulating In a grossly unwholesome scene Now I'm happy to have lived without it Pretty easy, if you know what I mean I will stand upon a windswept hillside Latter to recount how much this meant to me Because this is the rise and fall of the letter P
A Day Without Glasses It takes the sum of all the kindness And the whole of all the guilt I scramble our affection like some eggs There are things I want to tell you But sometimes I get confused Still I try to make a mental note of this But tonight we'll have this whole place to ourselves And tomorrow will not have the chance to speak Come closer now so these words lay soft and low in your ear I've never had a moment of regret I should have seen this coming And if pressed I guess I did It's not like I can change things in a day Let's step out of the ghetto Let's stray too far from church We should take this to the highest court in the land
Beers Before The Barbican In a life that's wrong and hung around I'd probably wet myself with all the talk Think of me as serious or slightly disappointed I'm not looking to defend this attitude Your dress is perfect Your shoes are strictly you Your speech is articulate And your eyes were too I remember once when you did acid as a kid There was a moment when you seemed so in control I was straight, out of my head And you would kindly share your visions with me I'd like to share one with you now You stand there erect You are bracing for the crash There's things we will send I just want to let you know Our thoughts for you will never end Now we've had a cause to laugh And generate this social gaff Of feeling less compassionate for some I realize the gravity To interfere with your tragic time Word has it that your friends all want to help Stripped to the bone And carried away on your own Outstanding debt You cut yourself And then you make a mess of it you're gone I'm sure I'll never send this And it seems a bit peculiar But you know we never talk of heavy things. If we get a chance to see each other in the future I am sure we'll find a way to deal with it. I'll walk out with you Powers and Becks
I Would Have Waited Here All Day There are dishes in the sink this morning They remind me of a dream There are coffee cups and empty glasses I laid next to a wet sponge I casually accept the image As something that I've seen I'm cooking breakfast You're on my radio You're dripping wet from a mid day shower Soon you'll be drying off your dick I want to be romantic about it But there's really not much more to it I slip into the clothes that you bought me And I pull on my new boots I wait for you to call On your way home from work I'm saving up my moments For the next time that we meet You're cherry red I'm a kick in the head And for this I thought I would probably receive The afternoon is a study in stagnation Seems I haven't moved an inch I guess it stems from a form of frustration And how we never get enough I check my watch and I scratch my head And I walk out on the deck I reach into my pocket book And I light my last cigarette I'm saving up my moments For the next time that we meet You're cherry red I'm a kick in the head And for this I thought you would probably receive My favorite hour of any day Is the one before you get home A fading sense of anticipation Is something I've come to know I do not doubt and we will wait it out I would have waited here all day You pull around the corner And you park in my driveway You pull around the corner It's been a lousy day
Crackers Crackers spoil In the California sun Autumn leaves But she never said where she was going In your heart Your mind grow dumb You feign surprise to learn that That's where babies come from Remove your grace and ease Try to avoid even the casual relationship to cheese Girl I'm on my knees There's a righteous piece of cheese This twenty minutes Doesn't seem that long Still there's a tendency To always get the words wrong And here we sit Out this tropical storm Burning pages from your note book Just to keep your hands warm In or out of bed This sergeant shaved my head Your outrageous guess Cover them with roses and affliction Be the one that hardly speaks of fiction anymore To leave when you're on top And your team gets robbed Overcastted funny faces Hardly reminiscent of the truth In the barracks By the army cot There's a feller who's just cut his face shaving And as he bleeds On his pillow in the dark Waiting for the morning When he gets to go online to you
Fear Words turn into flowers into paper into plastic cups That tie around a figure that was planted In the snow And often is the case That you have set yourself specific goals You spaz out in mid sentence and you mind is Gripped in fear Fear I know you're board Let's take a walk We'll bring the dog Dear Be resolute, be forthright, be indicative Of all that's black and futuristic sea creatures that nibble At your toe A patch of blue, a patch of dirt, a patch of prime A patch of white, a path through time that's held like that Because you're board Board We're better off We'll shake that cough It's not so bad Ok, it's worse So keep your bread and mandolins Your fiddles and kept up with those You love because the benefits are great The rinse you find the path you grind Distorted like a condiment or feisty cast of characters De facto, sans secure If god begat the Mormon into laymen into brethren Into birthdays into cardinals, and liars Don't take it off Please leave it on There is a place I have a twitch There is a moustache There is a cap There is a wreck There is a house What's wrong with that
Short Here's a little story ‘bout regret Doesn't have an ending, it's not finished yet But from what I know this far it's just a peep at who we are And an incomplete sentence that you said Now it's time to terminate our trust Even though to you and me it doesn't matter much We can close our eyes and picture better days ahead Even now the phone begins to ring And our life hangs on a string And today we start to learn just what that means And somehow we're faced with the fact That you won't ever get this back This story's short just like I said Can't seem to get it through my thick head Started out with hope and now the ending is suppressed Smothered like a fire in your dreams Or will we burn for you tomorrow in your dreams Or will we pass out in the airport like a freak upon your seat Some freak upon your seat
The Decline Of Country And Western Civilization Well I hate Nathan Bedford Forrest He's the featured artist in the devil's chorus And damn they're looking ugly to me Damn they're looking ugly to me They say put an end to all your joking You lost your friends when you quit smoking And damn they're looking ugly to me Damn they're looking ugly to me now The print the proof it disappoints And damn you're running late The fall the spills are picking up And it's their best effort to date You see your pitchfork I-rock saviors And I'm sorry I still prefer Jim Neighbors And damn they're looking ugly to me Damn they're looking ugly to me It's said that those who wait will be rewarded But I think those who are waiting will soon be deported And damn they're looking ugly to me Damn they're looking ugly to me Now Insurance of the past is gone away And how we've overcome the weakness for the altered statements And hey you know we're dressed like that And hey, that's rather silly And hey, I made a bet with you That it's not T mobility One more week of the preacher's blend Then I'll be back from on the mend And damn they're looking ugly to me Damn they're looking ugly to me Soon I can do just what I please But I still hold my hip each time I sneeze And damn they're looking ugly to me Damn they're looking ugly to me Oh, The goose, the golden grams And all the flock is fleeced And as a man comes up short of ram His memory's increased A trying situation over rated And gone is comedy And I've been quoted for the criminal suggestions that were made to me And by your other people's projects You are mostly trusted and complex And damn they're looking ugly to me Damn they're looking ugly to me And I can catch and I can ground in these awkward places that I found And damn they're looking ugly to me Damn they're looking ugly to me Now It's all of me please don't And all you didn't know You hush your mind you won't How little you have grown And I'm still alone But you're good looking You're good looking
Oh (Ohio)
Ohio Oh, Ohio Seems like A dream to me now Newspapers in an empty basket I know All will show I wrote your name Upon a paper bag Brown today Green tomorrow And green doesn't matter Yeah green doesn't matter And I hear that the word is out And a dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do And green doesn't matter Yeah green doesn't matter When you're blue Busting my chops Green fields into rocks Beyond the fruited plain Where there grows no fruit again And I got your theme Inside my head, 'side my head Green doesn't matter Green doesn't matter Green doesn't matter much Yeah green just doesn't matter much Green doesn't matter When you're blue Slipped, dissolved and loosed Well I'm not so well acquainted With the topography of your mind I need a detailed description A representation of some kind And I lost my balance And toppled in to a shallow pool Marched in a torchlight parade Hair styled into a Tony Curtis The blackbird sang the sun to bed The blackbird sang the sun to bed The blackbird sang the sun to bed The bonds of heaven Are slipped, dissolved and loosed Like schoolboys They had swarmed round a single able-seaman He slinks like a cat in the night His belly dragging to the ground Leaving an anchorage in haste He detached the carriage from a moving train The cool silky stuff of his shirt Slipping over her skin And the blackbird sang the sun to bed And the blackbird sang the sun to bed And the blackbird sang the sun to bed The bonds of heaven Are slipped, dissolved and loosed Slipped, dissolved and loosed Slipped, dissolved and loosed And the blackbird sang the sun to bed And the blackbird sang the sun to bed And the blackbird sang the sun to bed The bonds of heaven Are slipped, dissolved and loosed Slipped, dissolved and loosed Slipped, dissolved and loosed I'm thinking of a number (between 1 and 2) And I will find you It's crowded in the club tonight Wrapped in your coat and sweater Stand beneath the broken light And I'm gonna find you Find you like some beautiful poem And you're gonna like it Just wait till we get home But will you miss me When I have no where else to go I'm standing on the outside Smoking on the patio But I want to say this Say it so it won't go away Set like stains on my jacket Gravy from Christmas day But I won't tell you That love is a variable thing Like this shape on your ass that I noticed when you walked away From me Meet me near the toilet Meet up later on the street Your back against the stage door My head below your feet And please don't you tire of me I know that you've waited so long We can hold one another Till the other is gone And I'm gonna find you Find you like some beautiful poem And you're gonna like it Just wait till we get home National Talk Like A Pirate Day
This is my song don't sing along It's opinions disarrayed of might are drooped Like good men I am disabled From understanding what we are taught to condemn In the kingdoms of the well and of the sick And the hours that it took to think of this And the road that got the best of you one day Can you see it all Some how I knew this wasn't it Some how I knew that we will see this to fruition They said I was a ditsy housewife And I have a crude opinions of unpractised men In my pajamas I still hold my record player There's a hockey game on the table by the chair And when it rains your hair begin to curl Come the winds of dawn Without your eye patch and your parrot I've been informed it was national "talk like a pirate day" Perhaps this singing is a refuge From other equally uncomfortable thoughts And you disregard the clock upon the wall It's a wonder you can disregard at all You just try to find a softer way to fall Back into my arms Now he thought he was a citizen But only in the vaguest sort of way And we will tale it to the people And the people will then take it all away With our pencils we are righteous and we're rough And you wonder when your education starts And you wipe your nose upon your pretty sleeve And then you leave I think we had better call a cab Our thirst for this has made these no use And I remember our last kiss And I'll remember all the others from now on Until it's time to sing this song over my grave Like a boy who just forgets the mourning shave Or the girl gets that hound dog to behave I will sing to you A hold of you This pencil's got a nice feel to it It never runs out of lead And it looks like others in our hands But it writes crazy things instead It can make a list or describe a thought It can draw a line or note But it can't make you respond to this Testimony that I wrote 'Cause it cannot get a hold of you It cannot get a hold of you It cannot get a hold of you It cannot get a hold of you In the bedroom was a telephone It was screwed onto the wall There were other phones in other rooms But on this one you would call The receiver had a curly cord That would stretch on out the door Now I keep one in my pants pocket Who could ask for anything more But it cannot get a hold of you It cannot get a hold of you It cannot get a hold of you It cannot get a hold of you Like the great communicator He can bark across the yard I'm such a bad enunciator Understanding me is hard I cannot get a hold of you I cannot get a hold of you Now the pencils dull And the keyboards broke And the batteries are dead But some how you still figure out What's exactly in my head Like something got a hold of you Like something got a hold of you Like something got a hold of you Like something got a hold of you Like something got a hold of you Like something got a hold of you Like something got a hold of you Like something got a hold of you Sharing A Gibson With Martin Luther King Jr. All the leaves have turned to leather I have lost faith in the spring Withered like a dark balloon I hear no robin sing Ushered with no shower still Oh the rain falls off the eaves And a rim of shady light That forms these patterns on my hands I can see your ring Is it camouflaged or etch Tell your king From me this errand sent To call such a hole In the kingdom of the Lord That we are afraid Where there is no fear Oh he fell into a slumber And did not wake until the dawn To see a band of orange clouds Cross the middle of the sky He got into a fluster He felt a tightening in his leg With such finesse he waived a hornet From a wine glass And tiny fluffs of the feathered life And you wander forth With your insolence and wine The fruitless mourn To whom that cannot hear What the fuck am I doing here In the ghettos of Chicago Amid the poverty and despair Inside the game hens Were the giblets in a plastic bag A cocktail which consisted of His gin and her vermouth Garnished together with pearl onions And dying eyes gleamed forth their ashy light Tiny fluffs of the feathered life And you wander forth With your insolence and wine A fruitless mourn To whom that cannot hear Of Raymond I have stood here in this garden Where you placed me in the spring I have held my arms gracefully from my side A dog dish and an afro pick You laid beside me as a trick Of compassion that comes through the night In fields of green this field of straw There ain't no telling what we saw As we stand together on this hill I used to be a part of a more complicated scheme As furniture with glass upon my head You paint me white you clean me off You say my name each time you cough It's a pattern as old as it gets I'll stay right here till you get back I'm concrete white you're plastic black I'm a statue of the Virgin Mary I am free from all decisions I am free from all despair You can see there's not a wrinkle on my face Looks pretty good from where I stand No crying fields no sins of man All for the love of Raymond All for the love of Raymond Please ride Stand about Stand aloof Stand aside Stand apart Stand back Stand away Stand up Stand over Stand to Stand against Stand before Stand with Stand alone Stand in Stand it out Stand it out Stand it out Stand it out Stand up Stand through Stand down Stand around Stand ready Stand inside Stand me Stand them Stand hurt Stand strong Stand along Stand reckless Stand right Stand true Stand it out Stand it out Stand it out Stand it out Stand down, stand down Your shoulder to the sea Stand down, stand down Your shelter from the rain Stand down, stand down Stand beside your enemy Stand over me Stand over me Stand down, stand down Your shoulder to the sea Stand down, stand down Your shelter from the rain Stand down, stand down Stand beside your enemy Stand over me Stand over me Popeye Sadly All of our business Is the business Of our dying here at home And you ought to understand that For the moment things Sounds pretty good that way I know nothing of consensus But I'm pretty sure the message got From Palestine to Rome And your family doesn't live there Since the wall and your old spotted dog came down And shalalalala forget it Shalalalala forget it Shalalalala forever more And shalalalala forget it Shalalalala forget it Shalalalala forever more Can you feel me now Can you feel it now I am waiting for our parents To arrive an hour or so from now But they say that security And the weather won't be decent anyhow I've been looking through these pages Of the diary that they made me keep in school All the words were really awful But this picture that I found of you was cool And shalalalala you'll get it Shalalalala forget it Shalalalala forever more And shalalalala you'll get it Shalalalala forget it Shalalalala forever more Can you feel me now Can you feel it now Close-up Don't touch my vein with your new needle Don't be afraid of the pine beetle Just rest assured that there will be another day to And maybe here and maybe not And I'm not sure of all we've got A season ticket to the war for the human heart So let us gather by the light Some people have some people might I hold you in my mind tonight to great distraction And tender is my sleepy bed Nightclub me in my sleepy head Eating dinner with your friends By their cabin on the lake And has it really been this long Since we were free I will now hold my head up high I will walk into the light Erasing every trace in sight Of every memory So what's your problem what's your beef I've got this gap between my teeth And but for this I might have been a different man And by your watch some time will pass And buy your wine from glass to glass I have seen the coming of our precious Lord We unfold our pages from right to left Some day I'll get used guitar And on it's strings I'll try to play This lonesome tune to you We all have sinned we all have saved As much of this our true heart gave We all have given to our grave our own excesses So watch me blow in two somehow Part claire de lune part sacred cow And I am ready for my close up with the Lord I Believe in You ( Williams Don Cover ) I don't believe in superstars Organic food and foreign cars I don't believe the price of gold The certainty of growing old That right is right and left is wrong That north and south can't get along That east is east and west is west And being first is always best But I believe in love I believe in babies I believe in Mom and Dad And I believe in you Well, I don't believe that heaven waits For only those who congregate I like to think of God as love He's down below, He's up above He's watching people everywhere He knows who does and doesn't care And I'm an ordinary man Who sometimes wonder who I am But I believe in love I believe in music I believe in magic And I believe in you Well, I know with all my certainty What's going on with you and me Is a good thing It's true and I believe in you I don't believe virginity Is as common as it used to be In working days and sleeping nights That black is black and white is white That Superman and Robin Hood Are still alive in Hollywood And gasoline's in short supply The rising cost of getting by But I believe in love I believe in old folks I believe in children And I believe in you
Mr. M
If Not I'll Just Die Don't know what the fuck they talk about Maybe blowing kisses, blowing names And really what difference does it make Grampa's coughing in the kitchen But the strings sound good Maybe add some flutes And how do you get the cups out from up in there Well you use a ladder, just use the latter Seagulls just avoid talk about seagulls They're running over some poor bald guy's head And harps and electric guitars dysfunction The young somehow they will repair Damn the dudes always crying working under plain sight And everything is blended and spilling over Like it was the last thing on your mind Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin Oh and who's gonna miss you Here come them crazy flutes Them crazy flutes again Sustain me with your voice Clean the coffee maker And I adore you And I represent you crying 'Cause we were born to We were born to rule Oh and who's gonna miss you Here come them crazy flutes Them crazy flutes again Sustain me with your voice Clean the coffee maker And I adore you And I represent you crying 'Cause we were born to We were born to rule 2B2 Took the Christmas lights Off the front porch February 31st A band mate was in New Orleans My soul mate was on the coast After all it takes for us 2B2 Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin There are missionaries on a beachhead On our television screen And I swear it looks like England Yeah, I think it's England And the dogs they bark at no one And we do the best we can 2B2 2B2 I don't want to go to sleep When I'm hungry I don't want to wake up When I'm stoned Too 2B2 It was good to talk to you while we're cooking Sounds like we're making the same thing One man cooks with powder The other cooks with stones 2B2 2B2 Gone Tomorrow This was their last night on the continent The production was shutting down Drinks and goodbyes were had all ground The wine tasted like sunshine in a basement The fire it almost starts itself Looks like water comes from somewhere else And I can use a thing or two today Sometimes I find things on the street Exchange the shiny ones for something we can eat You can find me behind the stadium Along the course of the purling rivers Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin The fire it almost starts itself Looks like water comes from somewhere else And I can use a thing or two today The fire it almost starts itself Looks like water comes from somewhere else And I can use a thing or two today And a bowl outside fills itself with rain And I will get along with something less Mr. Met God made us rational Thought made you stereo I think of you today Boy, what an a-hole You made me spare Like used software I will not join you Friends make you sensitive Loss made us idiots Fear makes us critical Knowledge is difficult Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin You made me spare Like used software It will not bring you Sound makes us visual Life made you beautiful Hate makes us powerless Turn on a radio You made me spare Like used software I will not follow you Sleep made you possible “Dude” makes this laughable Night made a day like this Love made a festival Nice Without Mercy We have crawled among the elements Taking pictures with a phone Carry buckets over mountains much like we used to Past a riddle in the river Catching fish with just our hands And they taste of some cool pastoral splendor Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin And the sky it opens up like candy And the wind it don't know my name And the sky it opens up like candy And the wind it don't know my name And the warm comes back Even though I thought it would not, yeah I saw the light beyond the sunset Nearby a little country church And it felt a bit like little Jimmy Dickens And the shadows disappear In a day that breathes forever And God comes and gathers up his jewels And the sky it opens up like candy And the wind it don't know my name And the warm comes back Even though I thought it would not, yeah Buttons And I won't be connected Or be so easily infected By the growing sense of self-inflected Routine in your day Could this be our night-long struggle A metaphoric housing bubble Maybe you find a way to pass the hours Then make some happy end to it A canon and a can of cold commingle Reminders of the day you went away Remember at your worst when you were single And at your best you seem to have had better days Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin There's not much for you this summer I guess you'll be a local bummer Maybe find a job that won't take A genius not to do And you may get arrested Have your breath and your blood tested And be back out on the street Before your engine starts to cool The months and weeks have passed into a year And your life has changed in some histrionic ways A sentence passed is paraphrased in here And you pick up trash in the rain beside the motorway I used to know your girlfriend Back when you used to have a girlfriend She was nice and you were not But I was the big prick back then too Now she's had another baby And her life has gone sub-urban And I wonder what she thinks of When she thinks back now of you Been better times for those who are in trouble And maybe there'll be better times for you The weight you've gained has made your head a bubble And your button eyes are brown and not her black and blue Well, no doubt I'll see you later You'll have your reasons you still hate her But my friend he says there is a change That's been coming over you I admit there is a difference And I'll submit to his assurance And I guess this is a night When things seem better than they were The Good Life I'm not the kind of man To live comfortably Just give it some time And you'll see And I'd like to show you How wrong you can be 'Cause the good life is Is wasted on me Together there's nothing That cannot be fetched Or haven't you noticed this yet Some friends gone forever And sometimes our pets And then there's that thing with the rest of the world Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin Just like the hound dog That begged for his bone And I won't be going there soon I'm just as guilty As guilty can be 'Cause the good life is Is wasted on me Kind Of It's the kind of day you never wake up from A summer's day has come to mind in autumn Eyes are heavy, nights are long forgotten In every place and every heart Branches bare the moon's not misbegotten Was it hesitant from the start Some people say that when you're feeling rotten In a kind of way In a kind of way Lying still you listen to the noises Roll your heads and rub your noses Cupboards bare you lack of further choices Who of us now knows where the time goes Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin Speak now love to me of your return It's not how much you make but what you earn Put your petals in a pile and watch them burn In a kind of way In a kind of way Come what may In a kind of way Desperate days Are mixed with those that aren't In a kinder way On holidays I swear I hear an echo You hold tight to it then you simply let go Sure as you let those feelings show They let you know that you are not alone Speak now love to me of your return It's not how much you make but what you earn Put your petals in a pile and watch them burn In a kind of way In a kind of way Never My Love I've never been in love before And I've needed nothing, nothing more Than to be with you Make a sweet scene with you The chances I'm aware Are increasing now that there Is love Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin Love I've never thought about it Just some silly word that people use Love, my stupid love Has proved, that to be without it Would be a loser's bit Now that I get, the hang of it My love My love
Flotus
In Care Of 8675309 When your day implodes And the afternoon grows old And you step out side to the raindrops collide And your dog slips out and you shake the cobwebs free Is there more to this breath that you are taking There's a lack of breeze behind the huckleberry trees And the spin out there is that no one really cares For a poster child of last decades' post divide Is it just a natural conversion Who will stand there to connect them Are our houses merely human We began as friends in the language of the then With iconic ways that would be looked upon for days With no path to stray and I am sure I swear Is there something in this that is worth saving Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin See the roof nearby it was damaged by the sky And the neighbours to you are no longer There's a chill in the air aforementioned disrepair Are these moments that are to be treasured Whoever had said I had the answer They don't live here next to the house of cancer On a scale of ten you took the best of all them And you collect your shoes from the carpet of abuse There's a light in side not as bright but just as clean Is there still something that you didn't mention They are building yachts in the former parking lot For the pride and joy of the recently employed They will offer them like chicken or a hen Are these vessels of our better nature Who said you never heard the answer Living by the ghosts of the house of cancer You saw him scratch the floor as a bug flew in the door It was dim and soon, how those barks could fill a room Just a perfect end and I wish we could pretend If tomorrow would be all that was waiting There are rules and bets and designs that will connect To the fault and foul of their offers and our pleas With your hands out reached out but replies are now delayed Is there really too much to take with you A question can be a form of answer Like Jeopardy on in the house cancer They are covering with bricks the view before your eyes Still the work on this it lasts for days It's relentless and it spends all your energy to end In the morning will you still be craving With a paper cup and your dog who's just a pup They both came and went, a position you resent To reply in kind, oh how could we be so blind Is the wonder of the world around you breaking Caliphates and praise are not an answer Just lies in the walls of the house of cancer See the flowers wilt from the government they built As the hammers wail on that ship that hasn't sailed We will fall behind of that message over time Is it written in our constitution Should we sit and wait, for delivery that is late We can watch or wonder what the deal is You go seek relief, throw some water on belief That the best of the days has not been wasted Neither the watcher nor the dancer Living laughing at the house of cancer You took all the best shots and the doctor's got a lot Of the ideas that make even children made to wait There's a line that forms and it's really quite a run Can we take the next ride to the demonstration In your farmers cap and your dog upon your lap In your favourite chair, it's the only chair that's there You will look out West through the window to the night Is there something out there for you to get through to It's just a guess but not an answer The porch light's just out in the house of cancer At the Christmas parade it got started late today It was smaller than anyone had expected And the babies cry while the mother scans the food What has happened to the line down at the grocery The mayor is irate but she's been saving the date For all of our cares, I'm always so impressed By the comments they bring you can hear those echoes sing Where the hell are those Saints going to march to It's not a letter soon to be answered Park it in the lot of the house of cancer Please I beg you do not answer Just forward care of the house of cancer
Directions to the can (75 bpm) That's the way it was You know me I was younger then And happy that way No one wants to hear about that And you're wrong You want to get along with something Don't you get along with something It's all in the modern problems Take it on the chin girl Justice is served You're fortunate Yeah drinking it up You can take it on the chin make love You're shuffling wilder You take it on the chin
Flotus (114 bpm) In the color of the green lights We used to be like children We've taken a lot of turns, girl Still I wish I wasn't late And it always something And it's time you done something right And it's always something And I can take your lovin' And I can take your love And I can take your lovin' And I can take your love Patterned on the principle you meet the people on the plane You were strong once now you tend to fall down again But kings they are no longer and officials are not the same But wouldn't you rather not hate those things they do But our windows were oceans and our houses were planets And our doors were open and our language Hispanic And they take and take and take and take and take And you hold the option open and you're giving it some love tonight And I can take your lovin' And I can take your love And I can take your lovin' And I can take your love
JFK (130 bpm) We've once all fucked up In an old laundry room Yeah we were once windows In an old laundry room Yeah we were once windows But not buyers Next to the radio Station Inn The New York stock exchange of ideas Hey people come and people go And I talk too much And I talk too much Yeah there it is... With the start up stairs And I talk too much yeah You bring it up We must build a culture of understanding Just shy of the radio 'Cause I am a pharmacist
Howe (64 bpm) Stone up Stone up Stone up Are you awake yet Stone up How many fingers Stone up Did they give to you Everyday every day Are you happy Pretty sure you were Everyone wants you Oh hold on (duh) It's not that it's wrong It's not like it's working Thinking about the world Taking back and forth You ought to make it rain You can make it rain Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin Don't it made the grade And you're not alone And you you know, park it where you lay to treat me wrong And make it fall away All for the great white dream Treat me right (treat me right) And the story has started all for the great white dream (Treat me right) And the story has started all for the great white dream
Old Masters (87.90 bpm) (Talk to me) Yeah, I sit like a dog Yeah fatty, you're lost Where this started out It started out and now you're pooping like candy Aw, let them boo As I stand, it wasn't gold (Talk to me like you used to)
Relatives #2 (120 bpm) You like to give You like to give You like to give... I've seen pretty things before And an often nothing good You're not alone You're not alone You're certain but in love Yes it fares like a dude But you're not alone You're not alone You're up and down with me Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin I've seen pretty things before Yes you have And they're not alone You're not alone Yes You're not alone You're up and down with me You're not alone But delicious Yeah I saw a new path Through the flight path It looked like booze over the moon And I say over the moon the skies above are falling The skies above are falling Intoxicating
Harbor Country (82 bpm) I am bending over Picking-up the trash Blowing in the yard Too much, too much, too much, too much I am bending over Too much, too much, too much, too much In front of the house Picking up sticks And pieces of trash You better get ready You better get ready Go now, go now, go now Go now, go now, go now Better get ready I look it up We could have fun What'cha you doing there I look it up Touching the ground Too much, too much, too much, too much He's one of the young Too much, too much, too much, too much I look to then Moonlight Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin Running around Fresh as the grass You wanna get along with dogs We're trying to grow You wanna get along with dogs Just as it's been Go now Laying around You want to get along with dogs Fresh as the grass You want to get along Lay in the sun
Writer Once there was a writer now a reader Once there was a savior now a spender Once there was a maker now a repeater Once there was a friend now a reminder Once there was a doer now a thinker Once there was a fool always a fool Once there was a seeker now the sightless And the weaver's becomes the unwound The possessor's been possessed The walker's now the wheeler And the rest just needs a rest Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin Once there was a peanut now the butter Once there was a hacker now a hack Now the bridge becomes the tail The writers now a reader He won't fail To talk to them About that Now we know Casting caution to the air Of our everyday affair But the feeling wasn't there And the meaning wasn't there Now we walk with weather most uncertain Now we weather things beyond control Now the bridge becomes the tail The writers now a reader And he won't fail To talk to them And now we know Talk to them
NIV I just tried to you know and you know They say there is a God You work in the dark, you're low key Let them run wild and they will run you down Keeping in the now's to deny it high at the burning ?? Remembering you as a good idea Yeah our minds our dripping and all Wasted you'd like to be king I can hear you breathe Who will I talk to in times of very remarkable And you give me your guidance and I will When you're clearly there I swear You are very remarkable Feel alone You are very remarkable Feeling lonely Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin The days are colder now Don't have to go And I see the elderly couple God will be with you Walking to the dumpster “He” will bring you through The sun is simply setting The electric gate is closing You go when you're happy Step away from the desk, don't worry Worried, I'll be your shepherd The days are colder Oh so very remarkable in this Your wasted understanding It's hard to give it up It's hard now You run wild nothing abandoned to Your mind's a trapping and a twisting
The Hustle
I don't want to leave you ever And that's a long, long time And if by some chance that I do Would you be gone You could speak to me in Latin As a cloud appears in spring Undulatus Asperatus Has such a charming ring Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin Soon it was raining like a movie And it was hard to look away And as we spoke to one another We held our gaze So much for carnal nostalgia But it's not just up to me Hats of straw and feats of strength Could be all there was to see Should there ever been a question If we will leave this place or when It just goes without saying We'll never work in this town again And we'll have sunshine Filtered through the phases of the fall And I fell so very hard for you We'll have sunshine Filtered through the phases of the fall And I could not find that article on you It was raining like a movie And it was hard to look away And we shrugged to one another And we held our gaze There was talk of love and Tennessee Of the beauty and the seventies With the handsome people on a gravel road We were out there in the farmland And I turned my head back toward the crowd You could almost sense their glory And if you took just a few more steps You could join them in the hustle Do the hustle, do the hustle Do the hustle, do the hustle I can see the future in the air With you sleeping in the morning Have all our efforts lead to this And how just it barely slipped away Do the hustle, do the hustle Do the hustle, do the hustle Do the hustle
This (Is What I Wanted to Tell You) The New Isn't So You Anymore I'm back on my corrections Searching for a news in a newspaper I've been riding for an hour I just wish they were more creative It's a self-imposed position There's been drinking in the Safeway Be it so un-presidential I've got many reasons To shut down the plant for a while Michael Jackson just informed me That Santa Claus is coming to town I've tried hard to be good But the days are just that many Let's start again like stupid children Sir, I'm afraid that's not possible Just in case you need reminding The new isn't so you anymore I am lifted to experience You are carried by our conversation If we get out of our convictions There's still time to make the movie From the back I see the rooftops Of the people I grew up with It's just an observation Against the breeze I'm not living in slow motion I am breathing actual air Sorry dude, that just kind of slipped out The new isn't so you anymore Crosswords, or What This Says About You What a silly expression The news just got real for the new progressives We wait out the situation It seems like a thing, you wore a hubcap as a halo A father grows forgetful The mother lies in the light of the cable news feed (I remember all the days) In the course of your conversation You make an effort to fight off the sniffles Can't hear the bass I can't hear the bass (There you are the day before) I'm not playing, i'm not playing I'm not playing with you We're not playing, we're not playing We're not playing with you (Better than alone) I lost you somewhere at the airport You can find me at the Happy Clam There you are, your way, your, ooh We're not playing, we're not playing We're not playing with you Seems like they used to be much larger Than they are right now We're not playing Yeah, yeah, yeah In the summer we opened up the windows The smell of sweet Sue and pot smoke was no joke (In another, didn't know if you wanted to be You get a view from inside, if you wanted it to be) We had a view through the fir trees Oh so unhappy together You're not singing enough You're not playing Stressed out by the lunacy You're not playing, you're not playing You're not playing with me I'm not playing, I'm not playing I'm not playing I can't hear the bass I'm not playing I'm not your player Impossibility I can't hear the bass I'm not playing, I'm not playing Dude, I'm not your player (How do you remember) I lost you at the airport Here we are, can't hear the bass I can't hear the bass I can't hear The bass We're not playing Yeah, yeah, yeah Everything for You There's no rules to this disorder I cup my hands, I drink the water The news was fake, the drugs were real The dream was gone, not its appeal The picture does appear But something interferes Couldn't come home with it Some holiday And if there was a method To give us a raw power Be with us in our hour of now She did it, everything for you In everyone I know They have the means to show Couldn't come home with it These times are so demanding The Lasting Last of You I remember the passing train Leaves fall in the yard Just like Hannukah You stayed up on the wall Briefly all things considered So it goes But the line was open The sound of water in the pipes Do what we wanna do This is your life And you gave it all away That spelling grandma was a bitch It was calling out your name Flushing and uncapping Stepping down and outward It's been a fucking lovely day I'm familiar with the way things are 'round here It could slow me down Get familiar with this article Here we are Headlights from a mourning star Just common proof Of how high the roof is Everything is marginal I used to be afraid of planes There once was a winner I thought I was a winner It's not like some mystery Something happens to our brains Sometimes these things just come to me Was the way it was explained The lasting last How high the roof is And it was explained Won't slow you down The lasting last of you And the printed word So familiar The Air Is Heavy and I Should Be Listening to You The light is heavy now and I should be listening to you In the days of September Let's count the days I can’t remember Witness, I'm still shaking The man with the Nixon tattoo Reliverance, reliverance Fell asleep during Vietnam We were hanging in a barroom When we clean we make our lives better Some things are just that way You said you don't know me and you don’t love me Another day (Another day) The air is filled with lemon-scented displeasure They were playing the streets of Bakersfield There ain't no daylight in Vietnam Will it be there when you want it to be? If you want it to be? When you want it to, you want it to be I why, why, why, why wonder? "This is normal now" This is the new not normal This is the new not normal This is the new not normal Somebody just forgot to put the glass out You're balding Knew there would be no song 5 On a Sunday in church Inside the cockpit The air is heavy now and I should be listening to you The light is changing and a mouse is on the porch Oh, instead I'm frozen in time The air is heavy now and I should be listening I should be listening to you I should be listening Instead I'm frozen in time Trying to smooth out the edges It will be where you want it Is the new not normal? When you want it to be I'm in a Mexican restaurant bar Watching surfing and it's amazing With all i'm hearing It comes from a clear I found myself here The light has changed The December-ish You Running from the cold hard rain In the course of the night the weather has changed The forecast is non-committal It's a wonder all the weight that’s been gained It happened on a Wednesday Let's speak of hard impressions I'm not your dick, I’m not your rich, I'm not your bitch Empowerment was always In the eye of the beholder Just read the paper Yeah, maybe I want to Tell me another, tell me another Tell me another, tell me another, yeah It happened on a Wednesday I learned to be understood The eye of the beholder I "get" the press like anybody else Oh and the Friday night fever The upside down crown Oh and the Friday night fever The upside down crown You used to take the F train You used to take the F train If'n you get the chatters When the weather has changed and the warm night comes to rain There was cash and segregation Yeah, it's harder to look away Oh and the Friday night fever The upside down crown Oh and the Friday night fever The upside down crown Running from the cold hard rain In the course of the night the weather has changed You can see it in the December issue This Is What I Wanted to Tell You I recall when we were younger On a day not unlike today When things began between us Straight from the heart or God, or even love itself And I saw the mailman But he failed to deliver And just like that the air began to feel different And the light hit things just right And I became so easy And just like that we fell I see it all the days In the surface of the reception As long as the sun does shine Baby, please come back Baby, please come back Flower If I gave you a hundred dollars To record just three words I could make the perfect song Some go by choice Some go by disease Give me back my Christian name That cigarette isn't gonna smoke itself And Mr. Rain Drops like Ruby Falls Fill your cup with whiskey Over smashed hits It glides so smoothly And it lasts all day To introduce your new composition You play a memory The leaky mountain The frozen fountain Give me back my Christian name I see your reflection And I say hello
SHOWTUNES
A Chef's Kiss It's so hot, the air has second thoughts Won't last a winter's memory The small of gas and fresh-cut grass Won't last beyond us at all It took 'til death to tell your story Nothing was wasted on us all If sunlight were our best disinfectant And our years will burn with night's fall A civil war veteran picks a lily And listens to Pablo Casals A final note that rings forever Life will be the death of us all Maybe I'll break into the movies Become a star upon the screen And blow a kiss to a song Drop C Are you listening? Yeah! I've reached around enough to find it And I try to stay connected Like somebody's mother you sang the blues Like somebody's mother you sang the blues Like somebody's mother you sang the blues Like somebody's mother you sang the blues We can't hide it anymore Like something's gone bad Floating in a bowl It's been going around And I hear everything And I hear everything And I hear everything Like somebody's mother you sang the blues Like somebody's mother you sang the blues Fuku If it's the last thing We do together Let's fall in love (Places wit) God, it's getting hard to tell Even if you tell it well The difference in Think I'm better off Following you, dear Nothing is perfect 'round here If it's the last thing We do together Let's fall in love Bring back My you Unknown Man I saw a picture of a man on the street He has an afro and a jumpsuit with pleats Black and white He was proud, took the time to look Your shape and me in the foreground Forever Black and white Forever Under his belt wide lapels in a small pattern And the belt that was loose and leathery The street, the light, the you What was moving you Black and white Blue Leo There'll be blood shed by the time you leave the office I'm listening to that "Old Devil Moon" And the day outside is slowly flying by me Let us lie in our bed once again Get flat on that And I hope they take care of you Better here on Earth than it is in Heaven "By the time I get to Phoenix" is softly playing in the produce There's a crowd around the leafy vegetables And the band is getting wet And it's getting hard to tell If it's gunfire or the sound of fireworks Here on Earth Fuck you As the fruit you will be picked when you are perfect As a rule that might be too much to expect And if only she was lying by me We would lie in our bed once again The Last Benedict By the time this cigarette is finished A rusted elegance will emerge Like a habit you still come around This I know you told me so And like a habit you come around This I know I've paid attention Nothing but the courage of a fool I pretend I hear an ocean And I can almost smell the sea Let's say that writer was an asshole Let's just say that asshole wasn't me And in my mind, I'm in a house along the beach The interstate and trees sound just like waves A voice beyond the leaves Sings in a lazy kind of yodel Softly spraying airy thoughts This is all I know, you just told me so It was nothing but the courage of a fool Back in the spring, the view was better There were birds there to be named Things got soddern in the autumn The light was golden in the morning sun Dog looks at bird, bird watches dog We are transfixed here and breezy Together in the twilight just to watch it die It was nothing but the courage of a fool
The Bible
His Song Is Sung The room is warmer than it should be The light in there was barely there Slip on past it to the office To find you slumped down in your chair In the glowing of the desktop There was a yellow legal pad And on the pages he had written Numbers from his past In the spring the view was better And I smell the age on your right hand Connect the keyboard to the light switch Let the wheels begin to turn We talked the other night And it was all there in the numbers Behind your wall of photos Is what shaped the focus of his day I confess I have no purpose I'm not complaining Now these days are measured by the number Thirty summers from today We speak in loose abstracted thought Waiting for a place to fill It's not the content of the doing But what you're feeling in the end You could stay around forever Till I remember where the focus was I can see it as the wind blows All the leaves upon the floor Across the interstate the world is like another world And I wanna believe in that It should get easier with time And I'm an unnamed bird that sings this same sad song And my song is sung That's how I wanna believe in that And it gets edgier with time No one's edgier than I Little Black Boxes Little black boxes and blue butterflies The best part of the day Is spending the night with you And we're moving in liquid Lay your head down All the will in the world Won't get it done And nothing has changed Nothing has changed The way I feel for you And nothing has changed The way I feel for you Nothing, nothing has changed The way I feel for you The way I feel for you now (Nothing has changed the way) (Nothing has changed the way I feel) About you (Nothing has changed the way) (Nothing has changed the way I feel) (About you) (Nothing has changed the way) (Nothing has changed the way I feel) (About you) (Nothing has changed the way) (Nothing has changed the way I feel) (About you) (Nothing has changed the way) (Nothing has changed the way I feel) (About you) (Nothing has changed the way) (Nothing has changed the way I feel) (About you) Nothing has changed (Nothing has changed the way) (Nothing has changed the way I feel) The way I feel for you (About you) Nothing (Nothing has changed the way) (Nothing has changed the way I feel) Nothing has changed (About you) Little black boxes and blue butterflies The best part of the day Is spending the night with you And we're moving in liquid Lay your head down Nothing has changed We're moving in that liquid The way I feel for you Daisy I say hello, I must be going I used to feel old but now it's showing Like a poor man's Foster Brooks Or the rhythm on the roof Like a long fade serenade We drink the rain like lemonade Falling all around our shoulders In a long fade serenade Falling all around our shoulders Wet with virtue and precision It helped to have corrected vision Daisy, Daisy (now) The hour's up, the money's gone What could've been but now it's done There's drops of rain upon the path Something stirring in our ass In the stairwell by the wall Try to stop the leaves from falling Daisy, Daisy (Daisy) This is all I need to say I am free now I am free now I have been there for you All I had once now is true All I had now once is you Fred MacMurray was a motherfucker Whatever, Mortal I am not ok with this But here we are Nobody's dancing The Daily Mail or the Express Either way Nothing I fancy Mercy Across the great dismal abyss It takes an army We are no army We're not advancing Real trouble to exist You kept the change I took the bills You are unhappy with the praise I guess you're still rising Mercy I don't understand Mercy It's not the way we planned Mercy, Mercy I can't get with that Mercy I don't understand Mercy It's not the way we planned Mercy need to bring that back Mercy I'm not down with that I am not happy with the fix If it were fine Then why are we broken I want to cover every kiss Make up for the mess Yearn for the power to resist The common cold-all-acess list A Major Minor Drag What's that? Is it gabbing That I'm hearing Or something darker? It sounds like Old Man River On a cigar Box guitar It's gospel yes, for sure They're cooking out now And I want two wings to veil my face But I'm here now Imagination running round in place Like a man in space I'm here now Something about this place Something supple Something warm I can feel your hand It stretches out to you I know You can hear me now I wish That I was there I still hear whispers in the air It's awful when you leave this world A gift I'll miss the gift of gab I guess there's no margin for mistake I stayed around at home and took a break A major minor drag A star upon your flag It's revolutionary I hear It's almost late Summer in New York And I imagine I'm, I'm eating pizza with a fork And soon the light turned Around It brought you down A major minor drag For me too And I'm at war now The gift of gab it only goes so far And I'm at war now With the obvious Better put your spacesuit on If you do me wrong The day after it's painted Is the day you're gone
Police Dog Blues I'm at the ball game It is a Saturday Popcorn on my shoes Out on the warning track Watching the dogs sing Police dog blues It's a fool's game It's a fool's game I'm furious A lover takes a page And everything's amazing It's not so hard to lose It's not so hard to lose Waiting on the rain delay Just give me a chance I'm not my father By the campfire preview And for the record I can't find my shoes Maybe it's here You pull me up Every time we break And I can't talk It's really not up to me too Just give me a chance Give me a chance It's a fool's game (I'm furious) It's a fool's game I'm furious A lover takes a page And everything's amazing It's not so hard to lose It's not so hard to lose Waiting on the rain delay Just give me a chance Just give me a chance Funny how we go so far Gonna get some coffee By myself Is it a moment There's no limit I'm not even in it Better dead than read I am getting wet now By myself Here comes the chorus You wanna hear the chorus Let all the children sing Police dog blues It's a fool's game (I'm furious, furious) It's a fool's game (I'm furious, so furious) It's a fool's game Waiting on the rain delay It's not so hard to lose It's not so hard to lose Time the cheek
Dylan At The Mousetrap It's been a minute And I'm spending it with you And we'll begin it In the foreground of the blues Don't get me wrong It still takes too long Now I remember I can't forget things anymore I was a member Of the Veterans of Foreign Wars Don't get me wrong It still goes on Every Child Begins The World Again Every child begins the world again Birds do not sing or cherish their innocence We can stay up late as we please Every stranger keeping tight and warm Men say they know many things But lo hath taken wing The arts and the sciences Like a thousand appliances And the wind doth blow And it's all anybody knows The better part of a man Is soon plowed into the soul And I too have woven a kind of basket Yeah I broke into Hank Williams' casket We are clumsy and may trample too much Turn my face to the words Were always better not so sad as foolish So There There's a rose upon the bumper in a crown around a human skull A bear and a puppy, dancing And it's cloudy for ever A morning is grateful for the coming of the day And my eyes are open Like a screen door to your heartbeat There are flies inside the cockpit Like so many flowers in a vase If the action is distraction I think I've found a better place To be civil, to be gentle To be honest, to be kind To welcome the unexpected With an unsatisfied mind There's a stirring in the community We are so there Walk across the fallen branches Like you never knew they're there Was this what we expected What else did we have to lose You were called out on the carpet Wearing some old fisherman's shoes They are so there We are so there
That's Music
The future is so important This is a ballad Of a country music nerd The science of speed or greed Tommie Smith joined the Opry Allow me to say On black and white TV Access and denial A-hole access and denial The science of speed This shit is bananas B-A-N-A Nanas Tommie Smith broke a cinder block wall The science of speed The silent gesture We can resist A man chokes The future is so important I never threw a rock Or hid my hand The roof ain't fixed Till the ceiling's dry Bust my buttons Kick my ass A beggar's blanket The big playback The science of speed Is like a candle on a log Just a lighter shade of blue I hope you're sitting down Your truth will set you on fire You're beautiful The wild generatiçon A stranger has come to me now We can resist That's music
Non Albums Tracks
A Long Long Time (Saint Thomas cover / A Tribute To St. Thomas: Walk With Me LP) Please, do not think that it's easy for me To come to this place so easily I've been walking for a long, long way I'm so sorry, I cannot stay I take my guitar and I continue to drive Don't expect me back at five I'll write down a song and I'll send it to you Bye, bye, love, I miss you, too I've been running for a long, long time 'Cause I've been running for a long, long time 'Cause I've been running for a long, long time 'Cause I've been running for a long, long time The weather is nice and it's fine to be The sun is shining down on me The birds are singing the prettiest song They all expect me to come along I take my guitar and I continue to drive Don't expect me back at five I'll write down a song and I'll send it to you Bye, bye, love, I miss you, too 'Cause I've been running for a long, long time 'Cause I've been running for a long, long time 'Cause I've been running for a long, long time 'Cause I've been running for a long, long time
Blame it on the Brunette
( Hank EP ) Restless are the few Rested in their bunkers Taken kind of trash Inside their hearts Tender is the night Tragic are the values That have been entrusted To the back of your mind Dissenting government Epiphany at rest Exactly poistioning No home no food no sex Wrestling for hours The choice is not the best Blame it on the brunette Powers of the weak Rules remain uncertain Could you just expose Your mouth to me Worried by and large Harried by convenience Statistically exactly like The back of your mind Research and radios Divide my world at best Peanut butter relationships No kids no food no pets Adequate understanding Ample cigarettes Blame it on the brunette
Doak's Need
( Hank EP )
Every boy is Atlas Every boy eats apples Every boy is an asshole So why do you need them In a t-shirt blue Did he feel so cruel But he's so far from it To feel like such a fool The shoe? Makes a sound The leaves that she won't go? The sun takes away Like the army that's in ourselves Every time you walk It makes a teary Sight Every time when you breathe This is my foundry Plight
Golden Lady (Stevie Wonder cover / TRIP EP) Looking in your eyes Kind of heaven eyes Closing both my eyes Waiting for surprise To see the heaven in your eyes is not so far 'Cause I'm not afraid to try and go it To know the love and the beauty never known before I'll leave it up to you to show it And golden lady, golden lady I'd like to go there Golden lady, golden lady I'd like to go there Take me right away Looking at your hands Hands can understand Waiting for the chance Just to hold your hand A touch of rain and sunshine made thе flower grow Into a lovely smile that's blooming And it's so clеar to me that you're a dream come true There's no way that I'll be losing And golden lady, golden lady I'd like to go there Golden lady, golden lady I'd like to go there Take me right away A touch of rain and sunshine made the flower grow Into a lovely smile that's blooming And it's so clear to me that you're my dream come true There is no way that I'll be losing Golden lady, golden lady I'd like to go there Golden lady, golden lady I'd like to go there Golden lady, golden lady I'd like to go there Golden lady, golden lady I'd like to go there And golden lady, golden lady I'd like to go there Golden lady, golden lady I'd like to go there And golden lady, golden lady I'd like to go there Golden lady, golden lady I'd like to go there And golden lady, golden lady I'd like to go there...
I'm a Stranger Here
(Hank EP) Ain't it hard to stumble When you've got no place to fall In this whole wide world Yes i go no place at all I'm a stranger here I'm a stranger everywhere I would go home, but honey I'm a stranger there Hitched up my buggy And saddled my black mare Gonna find me a fair deal In this world somewhere I'm a stranger here I'm a stranger everywhere I would go home, but honey I'm a stranger there I looked down the track As far as i could see And a little bitty hand Just a-wavin' back at me I'm a stranger here I'm a stranger everywhere I would go home, but honey I'm a stranger there
Love Is Here And Now You're Gone (The Supremes cover / TRIP EP) Love is here And oh, my darling, now you're gone Love is here And oh, my darling, now you're gone You persuaded me to love you and I did But instead of tenderness I found heartache instead Into my arms I fell so unaware Of the loneliness that was waiting there We closed the door to your heart then we turned the key Locked your love away from me Love is here And oh, my darling, now you're gone You made me love you And oh, my darling, now you're gone You said loving you would make life beautiful With each passing day But as soon as love came into my heart You turned and you walked, just walked away You stripped me of my dreams, you gave me faith Then took my hope, look at me now Look at me See what loving you has done to me Look at my face See how crying has left its trace After you made me all your own Then you left me all alone You made your words sound so, so sweet Knowing that your love I couldn't keep My heart cries out for your touch, but you're not there And the lonely cry fades in the air Love is here And oh, my darling, now you're gone (now you're gone) Love is here And oh, my darling, now you're gone (now you're gone) You made me love you (now you're gone) Talking me down love, love, love (now you're gone) Now you're gone Now you're gone
Muddy Funster (DJ Koze feat. Kurt Wagner / Knock Knock LP) Wasn't you I was tiptoeing for But you gave me a grin Wasn't you I was tiptoeing for But you gave me a grin Wasn't you I was tiptoeing for But you gave me a grin Wasn't you I was tiptoeing for But you gave me a grin Wasn't you I was tiptoeing for But you gave me a grin Wasn't you I was tiptoeing for But you gave me a grin Wasn't you I was tiptoeing for But you gave me a grin This is not even a close call but a must Yeah I would have done it differently, but that's on me I can jump off a building, I'm a hero But that's on me Yeah I believe the climate is changing oh yeah Yeah we've done this a few times, we've prepared a lot I wouldn't have done it differently, but that's on me Hardly a man takes a half hour's nap after dinner But when he wakes, he holds up his head and dances on the furniture What's the news (the news) to a hammer, everything looks like a nail They spoke of their children and their fears about the future Therapy without the therapist One day, I simply closed my eyes and nothing happened
Randi
I give the punishment I take the brandishment I am the one so hard on me I am the implement I am the battered one (against? I give?) Myself to rape I stay out in the sun I am the one so pale Taking it all too hard Too serious and way too smart Too analytical Taking it on the chin? Holding it deep within Letting it hurt again Dare not to swell with pride Taking it on the chin Nothing here works out Nothing to cry about I've ruined it negative I killed it with my ? Clock my attention span The fingers of one hand I count down 3-2-1 And start all over again Nothing here works out I should be more secure Drink in the morning sun My work could turn to fun I give the punishment I take the brandishment I am so hard on me I am the implement
Reservations (Wilco cover / TRIP EP) How can I convince you it's me I don't like Not to be indifferent to the look in your eyes I've always been distant And I've always told lies for love I'm bound by these choices so hard to make I'm bound by this feeling so easy to fake None of this is real enough to take me from you I've got reservations About so many things But not about you I know this isn't what you're wanting me to say How can I get closer and be further away Truth proves it's beautiful to love And I got reservations About so many things But not about you I have reservations 'Bout so many things But not about you Not about you Not about you Not about you Not about you The Tin Chime
You know the tin chime in the window Is muted i suppose It's amazing that I can think straight Since you and i got old Then phone rang and you moved closer As we heaped up on the fire And we dreamed of the apostles And they're calling you a liar And he draws upon a dream that's all Goes over to the curtain drawn And smiles to see a cigarette in her eyes Her eyes Harry Winston had a brother He retired from the stage As they pinched apart the curtains He put his elbow in her face Marcus Fischer was a good friend I liked him really well But his girlfriend Laurie Johnson She was somethin' else And he draws upon a dream that's all Goes over to the curtain drawn And smiles to see a cigarette in her eyes Her eyes
Where Grass Won't Grow (George Jones cover / TRIP EP) The dirt was clay and the color of the blood in me A twelve-acre farm on a ridge in south Tennessee We left our sweat all over that land Behind a mule we watched grow old Row after row Trying to grow corn and cotton on ground so poor That grass won't grow There was one old store in the holler that we called town It belonged to a gentle old man named Henry Brown And he gave us grits in the wintertime So we could go through the cold When the winds brought snow Trying to grow corn and cotton on ground so poor That grass won't grow The one I loved walked through those fields with me A hard-working woman, true as one could be But then one year, death was going round And swiftly took its toll Janie had to go Now she lies asleep under the ground so poor That grass won't grow As I stand here looking over this part of Tennessee The fields were bare as far as the eye could see And over the ground where Janie lies There's a beautiful sight to behold No one knows Why there's flowers growing on ground so poor That grass won't grow Why there's flowers growing on ground so poor That grass won't grow