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.




I Hope You're Sitting Down
- 1994-09-20 -



Begin
Betweemus
Soaky in the Pooper
Because You Are the Very Air You Breathe
Under the Same Moon
I Will Drive Slowly
Oh, What a Disappointment
Hellmouth
Bon Solr, Bon Solr
Hickey
Breathe Deep
So I Hear Your Moving
Let's Go Bowling
What Was He Wearing?
Cowboy on the Moon
Pack-Up Song (Instrumental)

How I Quit Smoking
- 1996-01-30 -



For Which We Are Truly Thankful
Man Who Loved Beer
Militant
We Never Argue
Life's Little Tragedy
Suzieju
All Smiles and Mariachi
Scary Caroler
Smuckers
The Militant
Garf
Your Life as a Sequel
Theöne
Again (Instrumental)

Thriller
- 1997-09-23 -



My Face Your Ass
Your Fucking Sunny Day
Hey, Where's Your Girl
Crawl Away
Gloria Leonard
Thriller (Instrumental)
Old Fat Robin
Superstar in France
 

What Another Man Spills
- 1998-09-08 -



Interrupted
The Saturday Option
Shucks
Give Me Your Love
(Love Song)
Life #2
Scamper
It's Not Alright
N.O.
I've Been Lonely for So Long
Magnificent Obsession
King of Nothing Never
Theme from the Neil Miller Show (Instrumental)


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


Aw C'Mon
- 2004-02-16 -



Being Tyler (Instrumental)
Four Pounds in Two Days
Steve McQueen
The Lone Official (Instrumental)
Something's Going On
Nothing But a Blur From a Bullet Train
Each Time I Bring It Up, It Seems to Bring You Down
Timothy B. Schmidt (Instrumental)
Women Help to Create the Kind of Men They Despise
I Hate Candy
I Haven't Heard a Word I've Said
Action Figure

No, You C'Mon
- 2004-02-16 -



Sunrise (Instrumental)
Low Ambition
There's Still Time
Nothing Adventurous Please
The Problem
Shang a Dang Dang (Instrumental)
About My Lighter
Under a Dream of A Lie
Jan. 24 (Instrumental)
The Gusher
Listen
The Producer (Instrumental)

Damaged
- 2006-08-22 -



Paperback Bible
Prepared
The Rise And Fall Of The Letter P
A Day Without Glasses
Beers Before The Barbican
I Would Have Waited Here All Day
Crackers
Fear
Short
The Decline Of Country and Western Civilization

Oh (Ohio)
- 2008-10-07 -



Ohio
Slipped Dissolved And Loosed
I'm Thinking Of A Number
National Talk Like A Pirate Day
A Hold Of You
Sharing A Gibson With Martin Luther King Jr.
Of Raymond
Please Rise
Popeye
Close Up
I Believe In You

Mr. M
- 2012-02-21 -



If Not I'll Just Die
2B2
Gone Tomorrow
Mr. Met
Gar (Instrumental)
Nice Without Mercy
Buttons
The Good Life
(is Wasted)
Kind Of
Betty's Overture (Instrumental)
Never My Love

Flotus
- 2016-11-04 -



In Care of 8675309
Directions to the Can
Flotus
JFK
Howe
Old Masters
Relatives #2
Harbor Country
Writer
NIV
The Hustle

Non Albums Tracks
- Misc -

A Long Long Time
Blame It On The Brunette
Doak's Need
I'm A Stranger Here
Randi
The Tin Chime


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 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 outside 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 in the huckleberry tree
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 all began as friends in the language of the then
The iconic ways that we looked upon for days
With no push to stray and I am sure I swear
Is there something in this that is worth singing
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
All these moments that are to be treasured

Whoever had said I had the answer
They don't live next to the house of cancer

On the scale of ten he got the best of both of them
And you collect your shoes from the carpet of abuse
There's a light inside 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 a chicken or a hen
Are these vessels of our better nature

Whoever said you had the answer
Living by the ghosts of the house of cancer

Someone scratched the floor as a bug blew in the door
It was dim in soon, how the barks could fill in room
Just the perfect dad and I wish we could pretend
That tomorrow would be all that was waiting

And it was immense and designs that will connect
To the floating power of their offers and our please
With your hands 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 of your energy to end
In the morning will you still be craving

With the 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 there wonder of the world around you breaking

Caliphates and praise are not an answer
It just lies in the walls of the house of cancer

See the flowers wilt from the government they built
And the hammers wail for the ship that hasn't sailed
We will fall behind of that message over time
Is it written in your constitution

Should be stepping white, ordinary that's light
And we can watch them wonder what the deal is
You go secretly, throw some water on the leaves
It's the best of the days, not been wasting

Me either watching or the dancer
For living, laughing at the house of cancer

Call your best shots and that doctor's got a lot
Of ideas that make even children made to wait
There's a line that forms and its really quite a rush
Can we take the next ride to your demonstration

In your farmers cap and your dog that's on 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 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 and she's 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

Howe

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
It oughta 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 ?? where you ??? wrong
The 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

Relatives #2

You like to give
You like to give
You like to give...

I've seen pretty things before
And as often nothing good
You're not alone
You're not alone

You're certain not 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

Put deliciosa

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

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

Better get ready
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
Whatcha 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 the dogs
We're trying to grow
You wanna get along with the 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
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 chance that I do
Would you be gone

You could speak to me in Latin
As a cloud that 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 canal 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 in Tennessee
Of the beauty of the seventies
With the ?? some people on the gravel road
We were out there in the farmland

And I turned my head out to 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
And if all our efforts lead to this
And how it barely slipped away
Do the hustle, do the hustle
Do the hustle, do the hustle
Do the hustle

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

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

Randi

( Hank EP )

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

The Tin Chime

( Hank EP )

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

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