lyrics file for martial arts weekend
1, 2. 1, 2, 3, 4.
when i walked past the chain link fence
and the guard dog came forward to attack me
i knew you were coming home.
i knew you were on your way back.
well in baltimore, you will find what you've been waiting for.
in baltimore, you will find what you've been waiting for.
just beyond the last of the sidewalk, where the beach begins
i heard the airplanes announcing the apocalypse
saw the 737's coming on in.
will you hold on for just a minute?
will you hold on while i catch my breath?
listen, in baltimore, you'll uncover what you're digging for.
in baltimore, ah, you will find what you've been waiting for.
wine and honey, lipstick and spit,
you coming through the door with a cigarette lit.
and i'm not supposed to think your death wish is cool,
but then i see you knocking back tequilas by the pool.
and i am the yellow rose, growing near the ground,
waiting to climb something.
sweat and water, muscle and blood,
hints about as subtle as a flashflood.
sky over california all pink and white,
something's gonna happen somewhere tonight.
i am the yellow rose, growing near the ground,
waiting to climb something.
thunder, lightning, hot rain.
sweet smell of rotten grain.
holy basil, wolf's bane.
crows tapping on the windowpane.
i am a yellow, yellow rose, growing near the ground,
waiting to climb something.
down on the gulf coast, where they rock 'n' roll,
i leaned a little while up against a barber poll.
stood there like that 'til the sun went down.
lost a quart of blood since tuesday.
light in the doorways,
light up the streets of this town.
ultraviolet.
ultraviolet.
and when they cut loose, you gotta stand back.
you gotta reinforce the places that they're likely to attack.
i spent the whole week down at st. vincent de paul,
wholly immersed in prayer and
ultraviolet.
ultraviolet.
down where the river rushes into the sea,
i didn't let 'em get the best of me.
i didn't let 'em take the very best part --
the last lone bit of light left flickering in my heart.
ultraviolet.
ultraviolet.
I know you never asked for my opinion,
but I'd say that horse is crazy.
I know what I think doesn't matter any more,
but I'd say his mind is gone.
and I know you know what I know,
even though you'd rather die than say it.
I know you feel the same way,
or you wouldn't be sleeping on the lawn.
I heard the hooves crack the window,
saw the body come through,
saw the big brown eyes flashing.
I fell all over you.
I got pressure bearing down on me.
There was a reason why I came here,
but I guess now it doesn't matter.
I had a good, good, good, good reason,
but I guess now you couldn't care.
There is a certain kind of feeling that you get
when you're totally helpless.
and there's a different world waiting for me
when I lift my head up from your thick, dark hair.
I heard the hooves crack the window,
saw the body come through,
saw the big nostrils flaring.
I fell all over you.
I got pressure bearing down on me.
I heard the hooves crack the window,
saw the body come through,
saw the big brown eyes flashing.
I fell all over you.
I got pressure bearing down on me.
the little river is blue and long.
i sat by the side of it as everything went wrong.
i got a letter from the dry city's heart.
you say the water distribution system's come all apart.
and my place here's threatened,
but i had it in my mind.
and your face was on the skyline, so sweet and so kind.
let them come, let 'em all come down.
let them take a good long look around.
let them see if my rivers won't suit them.
let them drown.
the fish that swim there in the current
with their machine-like faces should be no deterrant.
they'll all come toward me
but i won't move.
i know where i stand, i have nothing to prove.
because i had it in my heart that you were walking by
and the little river's waters became our separate skies
so let them come, let 'em all come down.
let them take a good long look around.
let them see if my rivers won't suit them.
let them drown.
because i had it in my heart that you were walking by
and the whole world dissolved leaving only you and i.
so let them come, let 'em all come down.
let them take a good long look around.
let them see if my rivers won't suit them.
let them drown.
outside the opera house in sydney,
i saw my life come crashing to its end.
i cried out to the scale-tipper
on whom all living things depend.
strings of giseppe verde suffuse the evening air.
i wished, i wished, i wished that god would kill me,
instead of leaving me alone to see you standing there
before me. that sad look on your face.
you took me to so many places i never thought i'd go.
this is the worst place.
yeah we did our manners proud
on the night we said goodbye.
no big scene out there on the sidewalk,
as we pinpointed the place where all good things go to die.
i know you hate it when i get my headaches.
well, i've got a real prize tonight.
listening to ????,
it's not going to be alright.
and i'd like to think that this will pass, this will pass.
i know it's not the case.
of all the highs and lows and middle-ends you brought me to,
this is the worst place.
memories
this is a leonard cohen song
frankie lane, he was singing jezebel.
i pinned an iron cross to my lapel.
i walked up to the tallest and the blondest girl.
i said, look, you don't know me now but very soon you will.
so won't you let me see,
i said "won't you let me see",
i said "won't you let me see
your naked body?"
just dance me to the dark side of the gym.
chances are i'll let you do most anything.
she said i know you're hungry, i can hear it in your voice.
and there are many parts of me to touch, you have your choice.
but no you cannot see,
she said "no you cannot see",
she said "no you cannot see
my naked body."
so we're dancing close, the band is playing stardust.
balloons and paper streamers floating down on us.
she said, you've got a minute left to fall in love.
in solemn moments such as this i have put my trust.
and all my faith to see,
i said "all my faith to see",
i said "all my faith to see,
her naked body."
there's no wolves around here.
there's no wolves around here.
have a drink.
drink your fill.
from the tap.
from the still.
if you won't, i will.
but there are no wolves around here.
there's no reason to cry.
there's no reason to cry.
you can have a seat for a while.
relax.
smile.
but don't touch that dial,
'cause there is no reason to cry.
there's a gutteral stop in my throat.
there's a gutteral stop in my throat.
the wind comes in from far and wide.
sands blow.
grains collide.
i'm changing inside.
and there's a gutteral stop in my throat.
as the car rolled north towards michigan you complained
that all i like to listen to is gary neuman and the tubeway army
well maybe that's true
but what about you
and the blue cheer comprehensive retrospective box set
that's pretty annoying too.
the wing window flew open.
the air was thin.
i heard you say so and i heard
shadings of meaning again
and your fingers touched mine
and that supersonic whine began
near the back of my head
and the white rose burned.
you know exactly what i mean about the burning white rose
yes you do
yes you do
terminal grain
well the train touched down in souix city, iowa.
the train touched down in souix city, iowa.
it fell cleanly from the dark sky under the track
saw you from the window there was no turning back.
well, the whistle went off. i was leaning up against the window.
yeah the whistle went off. i was leaning up against the window.
i saw the blue passengers walking past me
and you called up the calvary.
it was so easy, and it was so hard,
you were clutching your copy of kirkegaard.
repetition.
repetition.
we saw the ship meet the horizon.
we saw it carry him away.
and the streamers on the hull were the last things to wink out of existance
as a cool breeze came in from across the bay.
you dug around in the sand.
you came up holding something.
and when you handed it over with that smile on your face,
i knew the three of us meant less than nothing.
i held the seashell next to my ear, but i didn't hear anything.
i held the seashell next to my ear, but i didn't hear anything.
the dogfish swam beneath the jetty.
where our legs hung down.
and the ocean hugged the sun with her long arms
as the lights came up above chinatown.
i guess this makes it all easier.
i guess it's smooth sailing now.
i guess this irons out all the wrinkles from the fabric.
i guess it never really mattered anyhow.
i held the seashell next to my ear, but i didn't hear anything.
i held the seashell next to my ear, but i didn't hear anything.
going to marrakesh
the fog is lifting from the water.
the bells are sounding on the boats.
and our love is a monster plain and simple.
though you weight it down with stones to try to drown it,
it floats.
it floats.
the day of reckoning is coming
faster than anyone here realizes.
and our love is like jesus, but worse.
though you seal the cave up where you've lain its body,
it rises.
it rises.
i keep waiting for our love to die.
the machines by its bed dim and flicker, but it won't stay dead.
and it perks up when the nurses bring its medication by.
i wish our love could go the way of all flesh.
but it's not right, and its not nice
to try and kill the same thing twice.
would you pack your things?
we are going to marrakesh.
if these are wrong, or you know guitar chords, or just want to say hi,
please write me at nall@themountaingoats.net