lyrics file for extra stuff...
the sun came out this morning I was wide awake
and I made way down to the kitchen and i cut myself a piece of my birthday cake.
raspberry filling in the middle.
and i thought about you a little.
and there was a time when you wanted me so bad it was eating you up inside.
but this time has gone away.
i poured myself a tall glass of milk it was deep and cold.
and i checked my driver's license i was 28 years old.
and there was a time when you wanted me so bad it was eating you up inside.
this time has gone away.
going to palestine
that woman set herself on fire
they said it on the radio
they said she lit off the skies of palestine
i could not stand to hear them say so
i saw the stars come out
i saw the oranges on the trees
later on they played some carribean song
man they sure know how to pick 'em
the rich voice burning like a fuse
the syncopated rhythms
i saw the stars come out
i saw the oranges cracking open
i saw you standing there
orange blossom in your hair
going to palestine
going to palestine
performed by Diskothi-Q on the Wandering Jew
your momma's failed wheat field
is a good place to lie down together.
three weeks deep into the guts of summer,
we sweat like hogs, and i felt light as a feather.
i saw a disk-like object
reflected in your eye.
and the noise grew louder
as we looked up to the sky.
and the sleek silver body,
headlights along the side.
and the sleek silver body,
headlights all underneath.
i remember the warm air,
blowing in our faces.
i remember the heat
running through me.
there was no one worth telling.
there was nothing we could do.
and i was real quiet as i took the keys from the kitchen table.
i was looking right at you!
and your hand brushed against mine
yeah, and it shook me inside.
all along the night sky
i watched our futures collide.
and the car's new headlights
cut through the darkness.
as the oil dripped silently
to the pavement underneath.
i can remember the warm air
burning our faces.
i remember the heat
running through me.
jonathan maier is a great guy for sending me this
Wild donkeys kicking, braying in the meadow
made you want to kick and bray yourself at least you said so
you were wild eyed, your lips were flecked with foam
till warm calcutta called you home
twin rivers flowing brought a flush into your cheeks
at the spot where the trickling stream's rivers meet
the wind from off the snowcapped mountains cooled you down
till warm calcutta brought you back around
i could hear the prophets yelling in the streets
now your eyes were pure poison, but your skin was sweet
thanks to dylan evans for the song prior to this line
i'd had you out of my mind for a year or better
when the mailman handed me your letter
and i recognize the handwriting even now
but i know i'm gonna open it anyhow
and noone's been buying from my roadside stand, and i
held your letter like a cross to my chest
i'm gonna wrap up my troubles
i'm gonna wrap up my troubles
i'm gonna wrap up my troubles
in you.
i walked out into the kitchen
where the light came through the 4-paneled window
clean and bright and it's taken me two years to realize
how much i like the way that you dot your I's
well, i was born in indiana thirty years ago
and i got a mean, mean hunger down below
i'm gonna wrap up my troubles
i'm gonna wrap up my troubles
i'm gonna wrap up all my troubles
in you.
originally the first track on sweden...
crushing strawberries one by one
watching the juice drip down
two and a half months ahead of schedule
the leaves on the trees are turning brown
we got ready for winter, as the sun rose up in the sky
there was something almost soothing in the hard to define
note of terror in your eye
watching the strawberries lose their shape
as the wind blew threw the elm tree
the wind was far too cold for the middle of april
and you reached out your hand to me
it was good to feel your hand in mine
it was good to know you felt the pull too
i scooped up a palmfull of strawberry pulp
and smeared it all over you
the wild strawberries drove me on, as i lapped them up off of your skin
and i could feel your basal body temperature rise as the cold came in
hey hey hey hey...
the blackest storm i ever saw
was coming in from omaha
and the latest news from tokyo was a lot of ugly numbers
i was checkin' pay phones for forgotten coins
as the clouds came over west des moines
got into the house
got the curtains drawn
got into the the shower with all my clothes on
hey! hey! let the water come down!
hey! hey! let the water come down!
by noon it was clear that winter'd come
and i just the the water run
and i got sop suds in my eyes
and it stung like iodine
the phone started ringing like a fire alarm
and the voice on the machine was brutally calm
new numbers coming down the wire
got into the shower with my eyes on fire
hey! hey! let it fall on me,
let it all come down relentlessly!
you swore that you would stick around
when days like this started coming down!
break out the crystal!
get out the good champagne!
we're going down.... in flames.
the highway's open and the sun is full
and the hot old upholstry heats up like wasted wool
the hills roll past us, then they rear up again
take a deep breath now, and count to ten
i reach across the the stick shift and i pull you in
the highway's open and it's hot in here,
it's hot in here.
your skin sends all the sunlight back to hell
and the ?style in the coming darkness? and i guess it's just as well
but there's noone left.
there's noone left at all.
and then the hils behind your eyes
start burning like a solid wall
i'm thinking maize
bitter and red and clear
the highway's open and it's hot in here,
it's hot in here.
i've got seven little dolls
in a bag
and i tell the dolls my troubles
and the dolls say "nag! nag! nag! nag!
is that all you ever do?
is that all you're capable of?"
and i say to the little dolls
you have no compassion
baby, i'm talking to inanimate objects over you
i'm talking to inanimate objects over you
i started reading the bible
I corinthians 13
where paul talks all about love
but i don't know what he means
because he says that love is kind
that hasn't been my experience
so i set the bible on the kitchen table
and yelled at it until i was unable yeah
i'm talking to inanimate objects over you
i'm talking to inanimate objects over you
i'm talking to inanimate objects over you
i'm talking to inanimate objects over you
if you ever get money, print books
if you ever get money, print books
if nobody reads them, that's ok
if nobody hears what you have to say, that's ok
if you sell a few books, buy land
if you sell a few books, buy land
if no one come to visit you that's all right
if no one comes to visit you and you get lonely at night, that's all right
when you've built up your small house, settle in
when you've built up your strong home, settle in
take down the books that you once put away
wait for the memories to bloom, in your cold room.
(thanks to chris calvert for the above)
that hippolytine feeling
we sat together on the porch,
as the sunset bled.
and you playfully levelled your semi-automatic handgun right at my head.
and then god, in another stroke of his genius,
he opened up the floodgates.
and the bulls came out.
and the bulls came out.
we heard the heavy hooves beating on the earth
as the moment came near.
i felt the chamber of your pistol kissing my jaw.
i felt your red lips brushing my ear.
and then god, convincing if not transparent in his motives,
he opened up the floodgates.
but the rivers were dry, 'cause it was late august.
and the bulls came out.
and the bulls came out.
oslo 1888
the snow built up around the smokehouse.
the sun shone on the snow.
and the sun's rays were blistering against my eyes.
the long night was well on its way
so i made good use of what was left of the daylight
walking out toward the main street
and coming back home again.
sleeping, i sang a short song about you.
and i knew every word of that song was true.
well, almost every word.
ice froze the green stems of the daffodils
ice formed carrots on my window sill.
i was blistering, blazing away.
and it had always been my tendency to let things slide,
but i went to the window with my eyes open wide.
and you were taking on perspective,
coming to ward the door.
you want some more?
i've got some more for you.
i've got just what you're looking for.
cathedral song
by tanita tikaram
i saw you from the cathedral.
you were watching me.
and i saw from the cathedral
what i could be.
so take my time,
and take my lies.
and i watch you with a basic instinct.
it's the same for you.
you stand here, with your hand
it's all laced and
what would you make me do?
so take my time,
yeah and take my lies.
take my time.
serious for the winter time
to wrench my soul
whole cotton, whole cotton ears
but i know there must be,
i know there must be,
i know there must be a place to go.
you saw me in the cathedral.
well i'm an ancient heart.
but you saw me in the cathedral.
well here we are just falling apart.
you catch me.
i am tired.
i want all that you are.
and i saw you from the cathedral.
you were leaving me.
yeah i saw from the cathedral.
you couldn't see the forest for the trees.
so take my time,
and take my lies.
take my time.
take my time.
take my time.
take my time.
take my time.
take my time.
going to spirit lake
why did you say what you said when the hummingbird vanished from sight?
a sudden, swelling heat in the dark october night.
you laughed and your eyes were alive,
and i knew that the moment had finally arrived.
and i reached out and held for your hand and held on tight.
you said the right thing.
you fixed everything
as the stars formed a canopy over spirit lake.
you said what you said.
the stars grew softer overhead.
i was on fire.
i was on fire for you.
one fine day
i think this is a chiffons song
one fine day you'll look at me,
and you will know our love was meant to be.
yeah one fine day you're gonna want me for your own.
those arms i've yearned for will open wide,
and you'll be proud to have me right by your side.
yeah one fine day you're gonna want me for your own.
and though i know the kind of girl
who only wants to run around,
i'll keep waiting and someday darling,
you'll come around when you want to settle down.
yeah one fine day we'll meet onece more,
and you're gonna want the love you threw away before.
yeah one fine day you're gonna want me for your own.
yeah!
15-2
those may be the most beautiful shades of red i've ever seen.
those may be the most beautiful shades of red i've ever seen.
but don't be fooled.
if the sun goes down us here tonight,
it's not gonna be alright anymore.
none of this has anything really to do with us, that's my belief.
as the desert sky throws the glowing neon into bold relief.
your mouth is open and your thighs (eyes?) are wide.
hold on because it's dark outside now.
the smell of roses comes thickly through the open window now.
the smell of roses comes thickly through the open window now.
as the darkness closes in, our bodies draw the roses in.
and those may be the most beautiful shades of red i've ever seen.
sure do love you baby, but i can't do 60 no more
they moved down here and you came down too
where the surf's always wild and the skies are blue.
got my blood pressure measured down in pajo key.
one sixty-five over one twenty-three.
and the lights are low over pompano beach tonight.
and one light is flickering out for the last time.
coconuts growing in the coconut tree,
surf and turf and sand and sea.
down here in the wreckage, just us three,
him and you.
you and me.
and the lights are low over pompano beach tonight.
and one light is flickering out,
out for the last time.
somebody else's parking lot in sebastopol
Originally titled somebody else's parking lot in santa cruz
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 giuseppe verdi suffused 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 katia ricciarelli,
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.
going to kirby sigston
we boarded up the windows.
and we sealed the door shut.
and we let the special chicken build a nest right by the window.
your face was glowing.
the heat was strong.
we ate cold black eggs all day long
in the winter when the wind kicked up.
i saw your body moving through the incandescent light.
you were dancing by yourself there.
your sweater hugged your shoulders and it was alright.
we plucked sugar crystals from the cold english air.
i had a present for ya hidden down there
in the winter when the wind kicked up.
there is power in a union
originally: lyrics: billy brag music: traditional
there is a power in a factory.
there is power in the land.
there is power in the hand of the worker.
but it all amounts to nothing if together we don't stand.
yeah, there is power in a union.
the union forever!
defending our rights!
down with the blackleg!
all workers unite!
with our brothers and our sisters from many far-off lands,
yeah, there is power in a union!
now i long for the morning when they realize
brutality and unjust laws cannot defeat us.
but who'll defend the wokrers who cannot organize,
when the bosses send their lackeys out to cheat us?
yeah, money speaks for money!
the devil for his own!
who stands to speak for the skin and the bone?
what a comfort to the widow, a light to the child,
yeah, there is power in a union!
poltergeist
i can't stand it when you tell our infant son
that he was born beneath a bad sign.
and i can't stand it when smiles up at you
just because you're his mother.
and i can't stand the bitter thing that i've become
beneath the four walls that hold up our ceiling.
and i wonder when the house gets real quiet
who between us will be the first one to give into the feeling.
and i know you don't want me to hurt you tonight.
and i, i don't want you to hurt me the way you do.
i can't stand it when you put the boy to bed and ya
sing him those songs i used to sing to you.
yeah i can't stand to hear you sing those songs
when you know you don't mean them.
and i can't stand the way my body still remembers
how much we used to mean to one another way back when.
and i can't stand going back to seek the shelter of your arms.
and then i can't stand it again.
and i know you don't want me to hurt you tonight.
and i, i don't want you to hurt me the way you do.
song for roger maris
when the power of god shows up in your swing,
and the people start to notice and you can't do anything about it
and they all come out to see you.
they start to crowd around.
let me tell ya brother, you can feel it coming down.
and i got an angel watching over me,
a monkey on my back,
the devil at my heels,
reporters breathing down my neck.
yeah my daddy always to me to finish what ya start.
my wife's about to leave me and it's going to break my heart.
and i no longer have my youth.
i no longer have my looks.
i got a god damned one-way ticket to the god damned history books.
and i got an angel watching over me,
a monkey on my back,
the devil at my heels,
reporters breathing down my neck.
hey, hey.
02-75
i got your letter.
and i read what it said.
and i blushed with recognition at every word you said.
and you are my best friend.
and i have always known you.
i came to your house.
and i looked around.
and i felt the real rain falling down.
and you are my best friend.
and i have always known you.
pirates (so long lonely avenue)
this song by ricky lee jones
come on - joey get out of school
we got places to go
a '67 lincoln you got a radio that hurts
and the girls like to touch it
just to find out if it works
It wasn't me
don't look at me
joey live on the edge of the corner
of living on the run
i like to ride in the middle
i'm just tryin to have some fun
until the pirates come
until the pirates come to take me
and i won't need a pilot
got a pirate who might sail
somewhere far away i heard
you answer me
so i'm holding on
to your rainbow sleeves
well, goodbye boys,
oh my buddy boys,
oh my sad-eyed sinatras
it's a cold globe around the sea
you can keep the coat that I bought ya
and i know you'll get the chance to make it
and nothin's gonna stop you
you just reach right out and take it
and you'll say - so long, lonely avenue
yeah you'll say so long lonely avenue
my favorite things
champagne bubbled up through the nick of the bottle,
and sweet silence came out through the radio.
it was john coltrane.
god damn it, i love john coltrane!
you danced across the living room floor,
and you kissed me once and then you kissed me some more.
you had your arms wrapped around my neck and it felt real fine,
and then your ankle knocked up against mine.
and resonating in my bones
was the precise crisp drumming of mr. elvin jones.
god damn it, i love john coltrane!
agemo's hoops
you were breathing against my throat
covering your laugh up with your long black overcoat
all circles warming up.
and you told me what you were going to do.
and i promised to do the same thing too.
and the air, the air in new england was pure
poison.
the car was parked out back among the trees.
your voice was getting higher by slow degrees.
you were giving me directions.
and you told me where i came from.
well, god bless us everyone.
and the air, the air in new england was pure
poison.
poison.
poison.
poison.
the moon song
the moon shining,
three hours into the best part of the day and
i want to tell you that you're so pretty and
the words come out wrong and the rage gets in the way..
dead quiet you looked at me like you were looking into space.
yeah, in space noone could hear you say good bye.
but down here i shouldn't have to read it on your face.
that's not normal.
that's not right.
that's not very nice.
no, it isn't.
the moon shining down on your body.
you look so nice.
and i want to tell you, but you don't want to hear it,
and i know. you don't have to tell me twice.
but, once would be civil. the moon shining.
i got it in my brain, and i had so much to say but there was dead quiet.
you were silent. three hours -- into the best part of the day.
and that's not normal.
that's not right.
that's not very nice.
no, it isn't.
and that's not normal.
that's not right.
that's not very nice.
no, it isn't.
trash
this is a suede song
maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear,
our tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,
maybe it's our kookiness.
or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns,
our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,
maybe it's our looseness.
but we're trash, you and me.
we're the litter on the breeze.
we're the people on the streets.
we're trash, me and you.
it's in everything we do.
it's in everything we do.
maybe, maybe it's the things we say,
the places we go and the music we play,
maybe it's our cheapness.
or maybe, maybe it's the times we've had,
the lazy days and the crazes and the fads,
maybe it's our sweetness.
but we're trash, you and me.
we're the litter on the breeze.
we're the people on the street.
we're trash, me and you.
it's in everything we do.
it's in everything we do.
going to bridlington
stopped by for the coffee and cake that you promised.
saw your porch light on.
saw your wire-haired terrier lazing on the lawn.
came right in through the front door.
went right down the main hall.
turned right into the kitchen.
there you were alright.
the moon was rising over bridlington.
and you had blood all over your hands.
someone was singing in the yard next door.
and you had blood all over your hands.
sat down on the kitchen floor.
looked up at you.
saw you smoothing down your skirt around your thighs.
wondered what good that was supposed to do.
and i saw you pull your hair back.
saw you messing with your earrings.
saw you trying to smile.
hey! you don't have to smile for me.
the moon was rising over bridlington.
and you had blood all over your hands.
something was cracking in the rafters of our house.
and you had blood all over your hands.
the moon was rising over bridlington.
the moon was rising over bridlington.
the moon was rising.
wishing the house would crash
i was standing outside with my hands in the air.
and the scent of gardenias was everywhere.
let the house come down on me.
let the house come down on me.
i made my invocation with my eyes on fire.
you were there at the window.
you are a god damned liar.
let the house come down on me.
let the house come down on you.
song from the shoreline
through the bodies of a hundred people, i saw you.
i saw you coming through the crush.
saw you pushing through.
and in the bodies of a hundred people moving around,
i shut my ears off to the world,
i couldn't hear a sound.
in the bodies of a hundred people, i saw you.
i saw you coming through the crush.
i saw you pushing through.
brave
this is a chris knox song
color me red.
color me gold.
wrap me in anger.
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casetino's nursery
the mailman brought the mail by, but the devil sent the rain.
the mailman brought the mail by, but the devil sent the rain.
the rain tore through the streets.
tore down los flores canyon again.
if the leak was in the attic, then we'd all be doomed for sure.
if the leak was in the attic, then we'd all be doomed for sure.
there's a leak up in the attic.
let's get out of here.
gotta keep moving.
gotta keep moving.
blues falling down like hail.
gotta keep moving.
blues falling down like hail.
the sunlight keeps ta worryin' me.
there's a hellhound on my trail.
cut your hair
this is a pavement song
JD:
darlin' don't'cha go and cut your hair.
do you think it's going to make him change?
RW:
i'm just a girl with a new haircut.
JD:
and that's a pretty nice haircut.
charge it like a puzzle.
hitmen wearin' muzzles.
hesitate to die.
look around, around
the second drummer drowned.
his telephone is found.
sing!
oo oo oo oo oo oo
oo oo oo oo oo oo
oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo
again!
oo oo oo oo oo oo
oo oo oo oo oo oo
oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo
music seems crazy
bands start up each and everyday
i saw another one just the other day
a special new fan
i don't remember lyin'
i don't remember line
can't remember word
i don't care
i care
i really don't care
did you see the drummer's hair?
hey.
oo oo oo oo oo oo
oo oo oo oo oo oo
oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo
...3 4
oo oo oo oo oo oo
oo oo oo oo oo oo
oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo
advertising:looks and chops a must
no big hair!
march right down to the practice room
career
career
career
career
korea
korea
korea
korea
what!
letter from a motel
the beams we used to build our house are breaking at last.
the building will not hold together very much longer.
my arms are young, and they can do the work if called upon to do so.
but the house itself has weakened and it's tilting on its axis.
in the picture that you sent, i could see the windows getting soft.
and i could see the heat had gotten straight out of hand.
and i knew that none of this is what you'd been meaning to send along.
i did not mean to say what i'm saying now if we're gonna talk about what intentions were.
but the house itself is weak, very weak,
though you and our three daughters believe in what you want to believe.
from where i stand stability is everything.
in the room i'm standing in stability is everything.
and in this world, in this world stability is everything.
from where i'm standing right now stability is everything.
you're in maya
he hit me right in the face.
i drove the falcon uptown.
hung out in the library parking lot.
the swelling'll never go down.
tied a hiram walker in the lining of my father's old corduroy coat.
big, big plans hatching in my brain and a
big ugly lump in my throat.
i drove up to harvey mudd and i played pinball
'till i didn't want to kill anyone.
polished off all my cheap whiskey and stepped out into the california sun.
singing bainne na mo is a gamna,
and the juice of the barley for me.
singing bainne na mo is a gamna,
and the juice of the barley for me.
my thirst carried me up the coast,
where it only got sharper god damn it.
in a small room that got even smaller a block away from the wilamette.
there was nowhere i needed to go.
and nowhere i wanted to be.
from my window looked out upon nothing.
and nothing looked right back at me.
i had a couple of things on my mind.
a couple of problems to think through.
and i drank 'till i couldn't see straight anymore --
until there was nothing to drink to.
singing bainne na mo is a gamna,
and the juice of the barley for me.
singing bainne na mo is a gamna,
and the juice of the barley for me.
hey!
i think i'll just stay here and drink
this is a hank williams song
i could be holding you tonight.
i could quit doing wrong and strt doing right.
you don't care about what i think.
i think i'll just stay here and drink.
you're hurtin' me now, don't square the deal.
at least you'll know the way i feel.
i'll take all the money in the bank.
i think i'll just stay here and drink.
listen close and you will hear
that old juke box playing in my ear.
ain't no woman gonna change the way i think.
i think i'll just stay here and drink.
hurtin' ya now won't mean a thing.
since love ain't here it don't feel the pain.
my mind ain't nothing but a total blank.
i think i'll just stay here and drink.
i think i'll just stay here and drink.
i think i'll just stay here and drink.
i think i'll just stay here and drink.
i think i'll just stay here and drink.
the new potatoes
the rain came and washed the new potatoes away.
we saw them floating across the backyard.
there they go.
we'll never see them again, ya know.
so good bye to the new potatoes.
good bye, and god-speed.
there they go.
we will never see them again you know.
so good bye to the new potatoes.
good bye.
good bye.
the mad clarinet
this is a graeme jeffries song
i don't mean to scare you.
you're leaving soon.
but the wallpaper's melting, thoughts turning blue.
the lightbulb is giving out shots in the dark
and the mad clarinets run away with your heart.
remember that old tune.
the one that you cried to when you fell.
yeah it felt like you'd lost your mind.
you were not twenty-one when he first saw you.
how his melody cheered you, pitch rang so true.
placed your lips to the mouthpiece, struck out a part,
now the mad clarinets run away with your heart.
do you remember that old tune?
the one that you cried to when you fell.
it felt like you'd lost your mind.
when you left that sucker on a moonlit night.
you didn't bother looking left or you wouldn't look right.
you nearly got run over by a ten ton truck.
got your pride you tried to make out like you...
when he received you, your hope simply fell through.
so you cried.
yeah it felt like you'd lost your mind.
doctor wu
this is a steely dan song
katie lied, i was halfway crucified.
i was on the other side of no tomorrow.
you walked in, and my life began again.
just when i'd spent the last piaster i could borrow.
all night long we would sing that stupid song.
and every word we sang i knew was true.
are you with me mr doctor wu?
are you really just a shadow of the man that i once knew?
are you crazy?
are you high?
or just an ordinary guy?
have you done all you can do?
are you with me doctor?
are you with me doctor?
don't seem right, i've been strung out here all night.
i was waiting for the taste you said you'd bring to me.
biscane bay, where the cuban gentleman sleep all day.
i went searching for the song you used to sing to me.
and katie lies.
you can see it in her eyes.
so imagine my surprise when i saw you.
are you with me mr doctor wu?
are you really just a shadow of the man that i once knew?
she is lovely.
yes, she's sly.
and you're an ordinary guy.
has she finally got to you?
are you with me doctor?
can you hurry?
pennsylvania dutch treat
brought in the old furnishings from mussel shoals.
up here they burn a lot of brown coal.
and the cars all run on diesel fuel.
the wind comes in from hills to the east,
blowing thirty miles an hour at least.
and the clear blue horizon is smooth and cool.
and the house is like a relic of days gone by.
and it's kinda hard to take, but i try.
i've got a deep need to communicate.
i want so badly to set things straight.
but i can't seem to concentrate deep in the heart of the quaker state.
i had the bed sent in from the west coast.
watched the moving men carry in the old ghosts.
and the purple-ink sky swelled up like a pregnant woman.
saw the lights go up in town.
on the back porch it began to cool down.
but in here, in here, in here it was hotter than an oven.
and the way my blood began to froth and foam,
made it feel just like home.
i've got a deep need to communicate.
i want so badly to set things straight.
but i something tells me it's way too late deep in the heart of the quaker state.
tampa
my brother and me found out where you keep your ugly secrets hid.
we dug up the missing one this morning.
i know what you did what you did.
yeah, we found him naked in the snow.
down where the wild krokus grow.
and i don't wanna do this anymore.
i ain't wanna fight your dirty little war.
my brother said not to waste another thin dime because
he ain't comin' out next time, and you can
soak in a bathtub full of gasoline, but you will
never get your hands clean.
yeah the building was raging fire was glowing within
you ran out to save your own skin, and
well, i probably shouldn't blame you.
yeah, i probably shouldn't blame you.
but by god, i do,
and i found the photographs in the top dresser drawer
but i ain't gonna fight your dirty little war
anymore.
going to dade county
when the rainbows disappeared from the skies of northern florida
because the rain had gone away,
and i looked out on the front lawn and i saw you there.
it was 6:31 AM on a saturday.
and you turned into a housecat,
and you all think i'm making this part up,
but you're wrong, wrong, you're wrong.
and the wind came through the window.
and it my licked at my face.
and i heard the sound of about a thousand housecats
squalling up from all over the place
and you all think i'm crazy
or making up some kind of cute story
or telling little jokes to amuse myself with
but you are wrong.
i am going to dade county right now.
terror song
this is a furniture hushcle song
dad has a knife.
he's stabbing his wife.
mom has a saw.
she's sawing off her own jaw.
mom without jaw.
and dad without wife.
they're making awful plans, you'll get cancer in your hands.
terror song.
dad has a knife.
he's stabbing his wife.
mom has a saw.
she's sawing off her own jaw.
mom without jaw.
and dad without wife.
they're making awful plans, you'll get cancer in your hands.
terror song.
edvard munch
radical colors on the eastern sky,
the blinding symmetry,
the little white lie,
your small hand waving in the cold air,
the ridges of the mountain frozen on the skyline there.
when the sun came out over norway today,
i saw you going away.
there was nothing good in your going.
there was nothing good in your going.
i cut the flowers that grew near the door
and i arranged them in the center of the floor.
the room was so empty.
there were pale shadows inside.
when the sun came out over norway today,
i saw you going away.
there was nothing good in your going.
there was nothing good in your going.
the irony engine
this is a franklin bruno song
you kept a death grip on the armrest.
you slept while i swerved through bumps and dips.
you lept at the chance to act alarmist.
you swept past my face like an eclipse.
you act like i'm your chum and i can treat you like my little sister.
but if you cover the sun with your thumb you can't expect to get a fever blister.
and if the air is filled with a sickening hum,
don't be upset or overcome.
don't worry.
it's just the irony engine working.
you rose like a crane to the occasion.
you froze at the very implication.
you chose to divert the whole invasion.
by winking and shrugging and smiling and giving me an awkward seatbelt hug
before you vanished in the chilly autumn.
i could feel the motor chug.
something tearing loose and striking bottom.
and if you still can't see how a three point plug
could superheat on the lunar tug.
don't worry.
it's just the irony engine working.
yeah don't worry.
it's just the irony engine working.
counting song for bitter children
1, 2 i don't love you.
3, 4 anymore.
1, 3 stay away from me
5, 7 good children get nothing.
na na na nana na nana
na na na nana na na na
na na na nana na nana na nana nana na
1, 2, 2 1/2 stick around here, don't make me laugh.
2 1/2, 3, 4.5 the new day's dawning and my hour's arrived.
1, 2 i got things to do.
1, 3 i got people to see. i got people that want to see me.
na na na nana na nana
na na na nana na na na
na na na nana na nana na nana nana na
na na na nana na nana
na na na nana na na na
na na na nana na nana na nana nana na
Real Good Girlfriend
I woke up this morning,
my new girlfriend beside me.
I don't have to lie about her.
I don't need some dumb story to hide me.
she turned 20 last April, she's as tall as I am,
she came to this country all the way from Siam.
I may not be the greatest guy in this town,
people may have good cause to put me down,
but I've got a real good girlfriend now.
we stood on Chicago Avenue,
hey look--here comes the bus.
slipped on a solid sheet of ice, (???)
watched the number 66 fly right past us.
I may not be the greatest guy in this town,
people may have good cause to put me down,
but I've got a real good girlfriend now.
If England were what England seems, then we would only have our dreams.
I told you I was never going back,
I was trying to breathe evenly,
when the phone stopped ringing for the first time in a long time,
and you flashed that smile at me.
and then you opened up the window,
I felt the air roll in,
in the place where the world stops forever,
in the place where your body begins.
you were staring out at the street below.
there was nobody there.
they built fire down there in the alley.
I saw the fires rising everywhere.
and then you opened up the window,
the north wind began to blow.
we were just a few short hours from something really special
and I heard you singing soft and low.
hey!
this is a radiohead song
a heart that's full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won't heal.
i'll take a quiet life,
a handshake,
some carbon monoxide,
no alarms and no surprises.
no alarms and no surprises.
no alarms and no surprises.
you look so tired and happy,
bring down the government,
they don't,
they don't speak for us.
such a pretty house and such a pretty garden,
no alarms and no surprises.
no alarms and no surprises.
no alarms and no surprises.
this is an outtake from "All Hail West Texas"
let the stars come out, and the moon shine bright
we're sleeping on the porch tonight
wind blew all the power lines down
watch where you step if you go walking around
this may be the night
our bodies fill with light
and we may hover above
the surface of
our warm, lonely planet
let cooling rains come, let them fall
let the grass grow strong and tall
let the dandelions breed
give me what you know I need
this may be the night
our bodies fill with light
and we may hover above
the surface of
our warm, lonely planet
this is an outtake from "All Hail West Texas"
neighbor kids running across the front yard this evening
sun going down, wind gathering strength
the state i live in is the largest of its kind
it takes two days or better to drive across its length
if you try to come and find me, i will know you're coming
there's an old fallout shelter i can hide in
i won't even be able to hear their hoofbeats
when the horsemen ride in
another mild winter -- time seems to stand still
the sky swallows up the city like a tent
tiny breezes razor patterns in the dust
no way of saying what they're supposed to represent
i have come to where i've come to now
always abiding in you
if you try to find me now I'll be invisible to everything
when the horsemen come riding on through
A Note from Mr. Darnielle:
"Song For God" was cut largely because while the lyric clearly
reads "it takes two days or better to drive across its length,"
the singer of the recording in question has inexplicably chosen
to modify that to read "it takes two days or better to walk
across its length." I challenge anyone foolhardy enough to
try it to see whether Texas can in fact be walked in two days. I
would hazard to guess that it can't be done.
waco
where the dry dust turns the sunset pale.
where all summer long we saw ?? and faced her.
where we pulled water from a well by hand.
half a world away from the old promised land.
where you stand we've been given
a new covenant -- a real sharp one.
and we spend all our days and nights
gaining new appreciation of its finer points.
and waiting for the dead to rise up from their graves.
waiting for jesus to come along and save us. and we are
biding our time.
biding our time.
biding our time as best we know how.
where the texas doughboys used to play
before the wind blew everything away.
where we came to get away from our friends.
where we'd tell each other jokes waiting for the world to end.
we know our jokes are funny,
but in all the wrong ways and for all the wrong reasons.
and we watch old george romero movies
and relish the short time left.
yeah, waiting for the dead to rise up from their graves.
waiting for jesus to come along and save us. yes, and
biding our time.
biding our time.
biding our time as best we know how.
you look so cool in your summer dress.
you look so cool in your summer dress.
you walk across the high school campus
in the bright sunshine,
you can't imagine my surprise when your gaze meets mine.
and i may be young, but i know
what you're thinking.
you look so cool as you glide into the teacher's lounge.
you look so cool as you glide into the teacher's lounge.
and i may be only seventeen,
but i know what that look means.
and if you think i'm all talk and no action,
try me.
i touch your thin hand as we roll back into town.
in your car i touch your thin hand later on as we roll back into town.
after words you drop me off one block away
and i'm young and strong and healthy,
it's a bright spring day.
and it may be that it's just me, but in the sunlight
you look different.
i see you've come to call you want to tear the palm tree down.
but i mean to tell you me and the palm tree we don't need you around.
we don't need you.
we don't need anyone else.
'cause we can rip our roots up from the cool soft ground
all by ourselves.
and you come toward the two of us with your arms extended lovingly,
but i've got a hammer.
sweat breaks on my temples as i see you come toward me.
and i shouold've known that this was exactly how it was gonna be.
what have i done to deserve this?
what did i ever do?
what have i done to deserve this?
what did i do to you?
and you come toward the two of us with your arms extended lovingly,
but i've got a hammer.
outtake from The Hot Garden Stomp
new rivers forming on the surface of the world,
i mean to say that it's raining.
otis redding tried to tell me there'd be days like this,
but i didn't believe him.
yeah otis redding talked about this kind of thing.
when i'm only semi-conscious and i hear the phone ring.
let the dogs come out.
i'm ready now.
let the dogs come out.
i'm ready now.
and i remember where i was the last time that it rained like this.
and i remember where i was the last time it was raining this hard.
well, do you remember where i was?
and i know that you remember where we were last time it rained like this.
let the dogs come out.
i'm ready now.
let the dogs come out.
i'm ready now.
hup!
long rain, it must be june again.
warm air, and it's so warm down there.
i'm coming soon, open the blinds.
your friends all tell me that you've lost your mind.
i don't believe them.
the seashore, i don't want to see it anymore.
the bus runs smoothly,
the back window's open and the burning air cools me
hold your breath,
your friends all swear you're one step away from death
i don't belive them.
mmm, here it comes.
my head is throbbing and my hands are numb.
it's you.
what was i thinking?
what should i do?
your eyes are open and it's more than i can take
my friends all told me i was making a mistake
i don't believe them.
smell of sulfur, cloven hoof,
birds were gathering on the roof.
faint voices, scratching sounds.
if this keeps up, i may never come down.
by the time i snapped out of it, there was nothing left.
by the time i snapped out of it, there was nothing left.
by the time i snapped out of it, you were long gone.
by the time i snapped out of it, you were long gone.
spinning numbers, shepherd songs,
birds singing all the time -- all wrong.
aunt margaret, cotton-eyed joe,
they swear they're my friends, but i don't think so.
by the time i snapped out of it, there was nothing left.
by the time i snapped out of it, there was nothing left.
by the time i snapped out of it, you were long gone.
by the time i snapped out of it, you were long gone.
alright i'm on johnson avenue in san luis obispo
and i'm five years old or six maybe.
and indications that there's something wrong with our new house,
trip down the wire twice daily.
i'm in the living room watching the watergate hearings,
while my stepfather yells at my mother
launches a glass across the room,
straight at her head.
and i dash upstairs to take cover,
lean in close to my little record player on the floor,
so this is what the volume knob's for,
i listen to dance music.
dance music.
ok so look i'm seventeen years old,
and you're the last best thing i've got going,
but then the special super sicknesss starts to eat through you,
what am i supposed to do?
no way of knowing.
so i follow you down your twisting alleyways,
find a few cul de sacs of my own.
there's only one place this road ever ends up,
and i don't want to die alone.
let me down,
let me down
let me down gently.
when the police come to get me i'm listening to dance music.
dance music.
you are sleeping off your demons
when i come home.
spittle bubbling at your lips,
fine white foam.
i am young and i am good.
it's a hot southern california day.
if i wake you up,
there will be hell to pay.
and alone in my room i am the last of a lost civilization
and i vanish into the dark
and rise above my station.
rise above my station.
but i do wake you up and when i do
you blaze down the hall and you scream.
i'm in my room with the headphones on
deep in the dream chamber
and then i'm awake and i'm guarding my face
hoping you don't break my stereo
because it's the one thing that i couldn't live without
so i think about that,
and then i sort of black out.
held under these smothering waves
by your strong and thick-veined hand
but one of these days
i'm gonna wriggle up on my land.
'36 hudson in the garage,
all sorts of junk in the unattached spare room,
dishes in the kitchen sink,
used straw for the old broom,
friends who don't have a clue,
well meaning teachers,
but down in your arms, in your arms,
i am a wild creature.
floor two foot high with newspapers,
carpet thick with pet hair,
half eaten gallons of ice cream in the freezer,
fresh fuel for the sodium flare,
i write down good reasons to freeze to death
in my spiral-ring notebook
but in the long tresses of your hair,
i am a babbling brook.
feed the kittens in the kitchen.
set food out for the strays.
try hard to do your best.
the magpie will have his way.
fill your mouth with berries
by the full light of the moon.
work all night if you have to.
the magpie comes at noon.
shore up the crucifixes
above the archways and the doors.
the magpie will come at midday.
and you will go down on all fours.
and when the cherries white(?) with blossoms,
be ready and be brave.
and remember what we had here,
when there was something left to save.
some day, some day mt. fuji's gonna blow.
some day, some day mt. fuji's gonna blow.
spray hot ashes on the villagers below.
some day, some day the ocean's gonna rise.
some day, some day the ocean's gonna rise.
and i will emerge from hiding and shrug off my disguise.
some day, some day the earth will be black as tar.
some day the earth will be black as tar.
and are gonna see each other the way we truly are.
i will wake up at six a.m. again
and I will find my way to the front door like a soldier
crawling through the smoking carnage
smoldering bodies at my feet
i'd love to stick around but I've got someone to meet
and I will put my best foot forward
and I'll thank god I made it out of there
on the day when my new friends come
i will present myself in my nice white tuxedo jacket
and I will look out at the day through my dark sunglasses
and take in the scene
the house behind me and the people in it
will all go up like steam in just a minute
there's gonna be a redefining of the borders
and I will receive my orders
on the day when my new friends come
the rooftops and sidewalks
will all melt like plastic
and old friends, old friends, dear friends
i'm gonna look fantastic
there won't be any reason left to cry
because there won't be any people left to cry for
my memory's gonna vaporize itself
and my italian shoes, well, they will be to die for
i believe I can fly
while you look up at me and wave goodbye
on the day when my new friends come
thanks to carl wilson for transcribing this
an outtake from the sunset tree
when we get out behind the risers of the high school
working bitter calculations with a slide rule
the grim particulars of poisoning the swimming pool
will you look me in the eye, ready to die?
we were becoming what we are:
collapsing stars.
when we chewed up children's tylenol like bubble gum
till our hearts were beating deep and rich as kettle drums
we knew if we waited long enough the change would come
and then the day did come and at last
hold tight, hold fast, catch lightning in a jar:
collapsing stars
told you to load up on provisions
we wouldn't be back for awhile
pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
turn toward the camera and smile, smile, smile
when we ditched the plan to poison all our enemies
tucked our weapons in a clearing and covered them with leaves
we are gonna come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves one day -
well, we are on our way
you can look but you won't find another love like ours:
collapsing stars
thanks to carl wilson for transcribing this
i'm not going to say what i came over to say to you.
but you were thinking along the same lines
and you let the words come ringing through.
i wouldn't've said that to you.
i wouldn't say it if they paid me to.
you got no manners
you got no manners at all
you got no manners
you got no manners
you got no manners at all
you got no manners
i'm going to try real hard,
but i, i can't believe that you're really going to do it
it's like one of those chinese kites flying in the wind
and then some kid with a shotgun sends a bullet through it.
and i, i came here to say it,
but i've done that before.
but i've never, um, told you that i don't love you anymore.
you got no manners.
you got no manners at all.
you got no manners.
you got no manners.
you got no manners at all.
you got no manners.
you got no manners.
you got no manners at all.
you got no manners.
come down in the flatland
show me your shoulder
wait now where the black hand touches us
we'll both grow older
and the sky above us
and the ground beneath us
and the air around us
and the ocean to the right
measure your arm length
i can't live without it
i treasure those thirty inches
i want to talk about it.
and the sky above us
and the ground beneath us
and the air around us
and the ocean to the right
love you in the cold air
your long hair makes me shiver
above you i see the sun
light up every sliver
and the sky above us
and the ground beneath us
and the air around us
and the ocean to the right
and the sky above us
and the ground beneath us
and the air around us
and the ocean to the right
i don't like what i've turned into
there's a hole in my chest in the spot that you wormed out through
they say it's on the mend,
but it hurts me when i bend, yeah.
and i saw you down at angie's place
that rippling smile on your perfect face
well it really doesn't suit you.
when i see it i want to shoot you, sorry.
and i don't like what you said to me.
i don't like what you said to me.
but i guess i'll have to deal with it
let the bullet hit me and i just reel with it,
isn't that right?
isn't that right?
isn't that right?
isn't that right?
rain washing your memory away.
fires burning somewhere around here.
clouds forming, clouds gathering.
one minute in a long, long year.
you've got one good reason for doing what you're going to do.
i've got one thing holding me back from doing the same thing to you.
in the san gabriels the fire ate away
rabbit rush and the jimson weed.
when the rain came it was like an old friend.
when you came by you had just what i needed.
you've got one hour left before something happens alright?
and the then rain will come down tonight.
the cactus cuttings took root,
the tea you brought me smacked of passion fruit.
in a room where the heat bled in though the wall,
i let breathing in the design of it all
what is there to regret?
your mouth was wet.
and your shoulders rolled under mine.
i saw the glaze come over your eyes.
i felt my blood pumping and the heat rise.
i've seen pretty eyes before, but never like those
and your body open like a new rose
what more is there to say?
the air gave way.
i was melting and sweltering under you.
i wind up the tiny machines.
i watch them go.
i don't what they are exactly.
what do i know?
i know that you are the radical evil
i've been wondering about.
i know that you are the radical evil.
i've been wondering about.
i read the words the clouds spell on the sky.
i watch them burn up.
then i see you turn up in the corner of the room.
i knew you'd be stopping by soon.
'cause you are the radical evil.
i've been wondering about.
i know that you are the radical evil
i've been wondering about.
you come around here when the lights are down low.
and you hang around for six or seven hours and then you get ready to go.
well, i remember when you used to kiss me without me asking you to.
yeah i remember when you used to.
when i lean toward to you, you turn away.
it's a quarter past one a.m. on a warm saturday.
that's alright, that's alright, i hear you.
don't do anything you don't want to do.
but, i remember when you used to kiss me without me asking you to.
yeah i remember when you used to.
selling new flowers,
outrageously cheap.
freshly cut daisies,
twenty five cents each.
you loved me when you could keep your losses down
but winter's coming around now.
now, now, now.
the girl at the flower shop
is kind and young.
she made accurate change for me.
i let the change come.
you loved me when it was cheap to do so.
can you feel the cold wind blow now?
now, now now.
i know when you look at the photographs,
they don't do much for you.
i know you see the fires raging
baby, i see them too
and even though
you got your options all lined up in a row
there is something i want you to know.
i meant every word i said in new delhi.
every word.
every word.
every word.
i don't know where you're going,
and i don't want to know either.
i know you're heading north.
i know you've kept the keys in your pocket
breathe in, i see the moon shining down you
i know that you remember.
i can see it burning though.
in sanskrit, they got a word for it.
savasana.
savasana.
savasana.
savasana.
you took over alexander hall because you wanted to protest racism.
and you took over alexander all because you thought more of a certain color ought to be hired
you slimy, rich, white bastards
you slimy, rich, white bastards
well your parents sent you out from the east coast
because they were very, very tired of having you proselytize around the house
when you were only sixteen years old
they were willing to spend twenty-one thousand dollars
a year plus whatever other money you needed for gas
and expensive snacks
and meals out
and weekends in TJ
you slimy, rich, white bastards
you slimy, rich, white bastards
you slimy, rich, white bastards
you will not call my memory into question.
you will not question my memory.
see there was you and me up on a hilltop by ourselves
and then the red clouds dispersing above me
i should have killed myself
when i found out how beautiful you are.
but everyone makes mistakes sometimes.
as the afternoon sky opened up its mouth
and the air cooled down one or two degrees
i felt the world within me screaming to come out
and then i looked up at you and your hair spilled down over me.
i felt you breathing on me and i heard your voice.
your eyes were twin bonfires and your lips were moist.
i should have killed myself
when i found out how beautiful you are.
but everyone makes mistakes sometimes.
two weeks later you asked me what did i do
right after i got the great big brush-off from you.
well i checked my pulse and i caught my breath.
and i, i guess you know what happens next.
i sat down and i drank my malted milk.
i sat down and i drank my malted milk.
you, you say, you say i'm easily appeased.
but you, you don't know the feeling that shoots through me.
with a tall glass of malted milk
cold as ice, smooth as silk.
i sit down and i try real hard to forget
that you, you and i ever met.
yesterday you came over
and you found me stretched out on the sofa.
and you said you were gonna call a medic
'cause i looked so pathetic.
well i ain't there smiling brightly staring at you.
malted milk in my hand, still as a statue.
i sat down and i drank my malted milk.
i sat down and i drank my malted milk.
i sat down and i drank my malted milk.
i sat down and i drank my malted milk.
you say it's too cold over there anyway
it's far too cold.
i'm going to france.
and i'm taking you with me.
wild berries, wild sheep
you know you want to see them.
and i'm going to france.
and i'm taking you with me.
we always said one day we were going there.
well, i don't know about you,
but i keep my promises.
and i'm going to france.
and i'm taking you with me.
in the early days of the christian church
there was a movement among free thinking christians called gnosticism.
now the gnostics believed that the incarnation of christ had been completely illusory
and their reasoning was as follows:
that if god is holy and the body is unholy,
then god would not inhabit a body.
hence people had been seeing things when christ walked the earth.
now about this this time lived a man named polycarp.
polychar had received his teaching at the hands of john the apostle.
it was polycarp's earnest belief that the gnostics were heretics
and he visited rome to tell them so.
he met up with a guy named marcion
extremely influential among the gnostics.
and marcion, realizing polycarp's status at having studied under john the apostle
demanded that he be recognized.
polycarp was about sixty years old and he extended an aging arm
and pointed toward marcion and said i recognize
i recognize
i recognize
the first born son of satan!
that was polycarp.
the building shook with the sound of wild kittens,
and i grabbed my scarf and i pulled on my mittens,
took my coat and i went down
to the useless lot on the outskirts of town.
the dogs were howling.
the wind was blowing.
the birds were singing.
and i saw you.
your eyes as bright as burning coals,
but ask not for whom the bell tolls.
'cause it tolls for those who ask that question.
and it tolls for those who answer that question.
dogs were howling.
the birds were singing.
the wind was blowing.
and i saw you.
i tasted the wet sugar on your lips
it brought me alive
songs blended unsurely
one another on the arms of the air,
we looked around the living room.
there was cool jazz on the stereo,
the sound was clean and clear.
i was ready to absorb you into myself,
my jaw was hanging open.
i got so hungry and i felt so drunk
i felt your muscles tighten and relax
and tighten and relax.
and tighten and relax.
and tighten.
and then relax.
i knew a cuban guy who worked can when he was young,
can you imagine it?
he said that the tension that it bred in his back was enough to make you laugh.
bending and rising sixteen hours a day,
we looked around the living room.
your sweating skin pressed on me and we were drowning.
and i don't want to hurt you anymore.
meanwhile downstairs
i'm setting up shop
a little too proud
to let the matter drop
i can you see you up there,
isn't it romantic?
you're huffing and puffing
their chairs on the titanic
and i reach for a glass
of cool water drawn from the rivers of babylon.
meanwhile outside,
the stars have come out.
and the humid summer air
tugs at the ring in my snout.
and you come to the window,
and i spread wide my arms.
jump if you want to jump.
jump if you want to.
the water's warm.
me, i know.
i know 'cause i've been swimming.
blindly along through the rivers of babylon.
you've got something magic in your eyes.
you don't have to say you're sorry.
you've got a sentence waiting on your tongue.
pronounce it now.
i'm going where the air is hot.
where they speak a language sorta like one i can speak.
i'm going to south america.
don't wait up for me.
you've got what i need, but i can't have it.
that's alright.
you're everything i want and i can't touch you.
let me touch you anyhow.
i'm going where the air is hot.
where they speak a language sorta like one i can speak.
yeah i am going to south america.
don't wait up for me.
i've got what you want, but that's enough of that.
that'll be enough of that for now.
it's going to clear-cut twenty thousand acres
when i touch your hair.
i'm going where the air is hot.
where they speak a language sorta like one i can speak.
yeah, i am going to south america.
don't wait up for me.
i'm going to where the air is hot.
where they speak a language sorta like one i can speak.
yeah, i am going to south america.
don't wait up for me.
in the front seat at around four in the morning,
something came down without much warning.
it was bright and shiny and real nice
and it prepared us both for the sacrifice.
i know what it is and i know what it means,
and it's got wings.
i know what it is and i know what it means,
and it's got wings.
in the front seat, you know what i mean.
love came down
bright and hot and pure and clean and ready,
ready for the kill.
and i'll get ready.
but hold me hand.
would you please hold me steady?
i know what it is and i know what it means,
and it's got wings.
i know what it is and i know what it means,
and it's got wings.
i saw the building burning down.
i saw the dogs come running in two by two.
i saw the feast of saint christopher beginning.
i drew connecting lines between these things.
you say i need to get some sleep.
you say i need to take it easy for a while.
you say i'll never learn to swim at this rate,
but i'm waiting for you downstairs
and the water's rushing in on me.
so i guess the wheel's been set in motion.
i guess the ship, it's gone and left it's little harbor.
i guess we'll wait and see what happens to us next.
and i can't wait because there's rats in the walls.
there are rats in the walls.
there are rats in the walls.
there are rats in the walls.
there are rats in the walls.
there are rats beneath the floorboards,
rats up in the ceiling.
rats in the walls,
there are rats in the walls.
there was a gas leak on a surface street somewhere
and we were stuck in traffic
and so i ran my fingers thorough your hair.
and the sun beat down through the windshield.
can you remember the heat?
and the taste of your tongue was thick and pure and impossibly sweet.
and the fields are white unto harvest.
the fields are white unto harvest now.
the fields are white unto harvest.
the fields are white unto harvest now.
the light turned red then green then yellow then red then green again
and i felt that shivering rippling feeling go through my spleen again.
and you leaned toward me.
and your sweat fell on my shoulder.
and i'm swimming back to that moment now before i get any older.
because the fields are white unto harvest.
the fields are white unto harvest now.
the fields are white unto harvest.
the fields are white unto harvest now.
your skirt was red and flowing,
your blouse was blue
on the night i locked eyes with you.
it seemed to me like i hadn't seen your eyes since last december.
my shredding muscles
my popping joints
i saw the pupils of your eyes by firelight shrinking down to pinpoints
you were poking at the embers
there's a cold wind coming off the ocean.
there's a cold wind coming off the ocean.
i wet my finger with my tongue and pressed it in the ashes,
rubbed it up against your perfect eyelashes.
you said something really important,
something pretty seems to have slipped my mind.
walls were freezing, so was the floor.
i didn't want to hurt you anymore.
you had a sad, sad, friend in front of you,
that dying fire behind.
there was a cold wind coming off the ocean.
there was a cold wind coming off the ocean.
there will be blue skies above the green and verdant plains.
churns will swell with fresh butter there will be an abundance of sweet grain.
and we will rise from our sleep. We won't have time to choose what things we'll keep.
and rivers will all turn to blood.
frogs will fall from the sky.
and the plague will rage through the countryside.
la la la la
la la la la
la la la, La la la, La la la
there will be cotton clouds above the fields as white as cream.
there will be loud singing in the churches as we all come out to take one for the team.
and all our great schemes and plans will slip like fishes from our hands.
and rivers will all turn to blood.
frogs will fall from the sky.
and the plague will cover the country with it's anger.
la la la la
la la la la
la la la, La la la, La la la
Hey.
Thanks to Christopher MacMurray for transcribing this
WSABH outtake
on humid evenings you have heard
your neighbors making noises
that you wonder for awhile about
and then put off investigating
shrieks and squeals and high pitched whines
and we, we are your neighbors.
on hazy afternoons you heard
your neighbors come and go
and maybe stay away a day or two
and then return appearing worse for wear.
scrubbed up and hollow-eyed
you tried your best to ignore us.
you see us at the grocery store.
you wonder what we're shopping for.
we lean against the Thermador.
eyes fixed firmly on the floor.
pomona's big as all outdoors.
and we, we are your neighbors.
Thanks to Christopher MacMurray / mike s. for transcribing this
the neighbors are cloning themselves
we found their cocoons in the garbage
we'll either stay high forever, crash in or out or two
sleeping the sleep of the blessed
picking through trashcans with you
the guy on t.v. is a prophet
you just have to look in his eyes
we'll either turn our lives over to christ or
We'll just drift off
trying to better ourselves
giving up after one or two tries
the high school's a front for the yakuza
everyone, everyone knows it
we will all shortly be richer than god if we'll just hold on
as long as we play all our cards right
as long as nobody here blows it
I've drawn up a map of the autumn
the holding tanks full for the night
I heard all about it on vitizen's band
it's a brand new day
we'll be awake until Thursday
the future's disarmingly bright
Thanks to Christopher MacMurray for transcribing this
you sprung out on the bed where we lean against the wall.
down among the dregs out where the yellow spiders crawl.
the telephone is broken and the drapes have all been closed.
hands up! Who doesn't know exactly where this story goes?
I'm gonna kill everybody in this room.
I'm gonna kill everybody in this room.
how has it come to this? Well I haven't got a clue.
you looking up at me and us two lowering down at you.
wind shakes the palm trees with an escalating fury.
face the judge or take your chances with the jury.
I'm gonna kill everybody in this room.
I'm gonna kill everybody in this room.
let's have a little music on this hazy afternoon.
let's hope the tension in here finds it's resolution soon.
radio on the windowsill, old white moon above.
god watches over children and he cares for fools in love.
I'm gonna kill everybody in this room.
I'm gonna kill everybody in this room.
Thanks to Christopher MacMurray for transcribing this
if you prick us don't it sting?
if you kick us won't it hurt?
I am wrapped in scraps of linen and pieces of people's old shirts.
but way way underneath all these sticky bands, I hold all my dreams right here in my hands.
I will rise from the tomb like an infant emerging from the womb.
I spent several thousand years down here all alone.
no way to stand the lonely old ache in my bones.
say the spell three times, crank up the special effects,
I'm gonna cast off all my bandages and see what happens next.
I will rise fully formed like an infant freshly born.
I've been trapped too long, underneath the ground.
in the hollow darkness ain't no grave gonna hold my body down.
I will push my hand up through the earth and I will rise like the cry of an infant at it's birth.
ah ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ah
Thanks to Christopher MacMurray for transcribing this
you have got that look in your eye
in the pin prick point where kindness goes to die.
I'll be six years old next year.
you erase me
you'll be sorry. you always feel sorry later on.
when you come around to say so, I will be gone.
and in my place meet my letter perfect body double.
you erase me
when I got bigger I set out on my own
took up the reins myself all for you
dug the spurs in clean down to the bone.
but all that comes later.
now there's only you and me
And the replica where my body used to be.
you can go ahead and hit it,
he feels no pain at all.
you erase me.
you erase me.
Thanks to Christopher MacMurray for transcribing this
wake up all the birds of prey
dig your tools out from the clay
seal the exits of your room
watch the cactus flowers bloom
send my regards to the boys down on the corner (x2)
build a house from sticks and mud
listen to the poison singing in your blood
fill yourself a (?) to drink
carve your initials in the bathroom sink
send my regards to the boys down on the corner (x2)
the city of norwalk in my dreams
rises like atlantis from a watery grave
burn the things you have to burn
save all the people you're supposed to save
send my belongings to the drop box in tijuana
send my regards to the boys down on the corner
Thanks to Christopher MacMurray for transcribing this
here come the times of changing tide
here come the days of life and grace
here come the hours of wordless wonderessness
light light will fill this humble place
when you come, the stars will shine brighter than spun gold
when you come, the world will seem shiny and new
my mom told me that someday someone like you would come to set things right
'til you come I'll keep this place ready for you.
Thanks to Alex Glasnovic for transcribing this
Originally by Mercer/Arlen
you've got to accentuate the positive
eliminate the negative
latch on to the affirmative
don't mess with mister in-between
you've got to spread joy out to the maximum
bring gloom down to the minimum
have faith or pandemonium
likely to burst upon the scene
to illustrate my last remark
jonah in the whale, noah in the ark
what did they do
just when everything seemed so dark?
they said man you gotta
accentuate the positive
eliminate the negative
latch on to the affirmative
don't mess with mister in-Between
no, don't mess with mister in-Between
I said don't mess with mister in-Between
Thanks to Christopher MacMurray / mike s. for transcribing this
the lights are on in your room so tell me, who's your friend?
and the lights are burning in the little house on east end
and I remembered who I was and what I came here for
the moon was caught high in the branches of the sycamore
and on my neck I felt the cold wind
and it licked around my ears and it asked me to ask you, yeah, who's your friend?
and the lights came down over pomona, blazed again before your front door
the moon was caught high in the branches of the sycamore
Thanks to mike s. for transcribing this
Originally by the Baptist Generals
jim cut his head off in the barbed wire
you can't go ninety degrees at a hundred and five miles an hour
and return to my covenant lest i smite thee with a curse
jim cut his head off in the barbed wire
jim caught himself singin' church hymns
he didn't mind cuz his body was behind him
and this is the day that the lord hath made
yes, jim cut his head off in the barbed wire
jim took a mistress in midair
took his mistress down into the good morning
fed her mandarins and chablis straight from his mouth
said something french about her hair
you can't go ninety degrees at a hundred and five miles an hour
and this is the day that the lord hath made
yes, jim cut his head off in the barbed wire
jim took his clothes off so he could drive faster than the devil
he could drive faster in a trans am, he's a godspeeder....what the hell
Thanks to mike s. for transcribing this
Originally by the Furry Lewis
I believe I'll buy me a graveyard of my own
believe I'll buy me a graveyard of my own
I'm gonna kill everybody that have done me wrong
if you wanna go to nashville, mens, ain't got no fare
wanna go to nashville, mens, ain't got no fare
cut your good girl's throat and the judge will send you there
I'm gonna get my pistol, forty rounds of ball
get my pistol, forty rounds of ball
I'm gonna shoot my woman just to see her fall
I believe I'll buy me a graveyard of my own
believe I'll buy me a graveyard of my own
I'm gonna kill everybody that have done me wrong
Thanks to mike s. for transcribing this
Originally by WCKR SPGT
francis mitterand, do you have the heater on?
francis mitterand, do you have the heater on?
francis mitterand, do you have the heater on?
francis mitterand, do you have the heater on?
give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up
he's in france,
he's a country in france he's a god,
and oh can he dance.
he has sex, when the lights are down low,
there's one thing, I just gotta know.
francis mitterand, do you have the heater on?
francis mitterand, do you have the heater on?
shows love to the people he rules.
he knows french, that's diplomatically cool.
he has sex, every hour of the day.
there's one thing that I really wanna say.
francis mitterand, do you have the heater on?
francis mitterand, do you have the heater on?
Thanks to Alex Glasnovic for transcribing this
Originally by the psychadelic furs
caroline laughs and it's raining all day
she loves to be one of the girls
she lives in the place in the side of our lives
where nothing is ever put straight
she turns her self 'round and she smiles and she says,
"this is it. that's the end of the joke."
and loses herself in her dreaming and sleep
while her lovers walk through in their coats.
she's pretty in pink.
isn't she pretty in pink?
isn't she?
performed by john vanderslice on life and death of an american fourtracker
you know that guy
who swept your girlfriend off her feet and out of your arms
in the summer between the sixth and the seventh grade
you know how his name sits in your brain
like a tumor
and how his bright eyes shine in your memory
even now.
let it bug you if you really want to but
friend let me assure you he's going to die
you can take it to the bank that he's gonna die some day
he's gonna die
maybe a few years before you do.
maybe a few years later.
what does it matter in the long run?
you know that girl who you told your secrets to back in high school
the one who faithfully broadcast all of them
throughout the generous pool of your mutual acquaintances
and made it sound like you were psycho
and in need of professional help
yes, yes. yes you do remember.
well you can carry that grudge or you can let it go
but as sure as I'm singing this song you know
she's gonna die.
she's gonna die. Yes she will.
five'll get you ten. show me the same undignified end
that I will, and you will
and everyone we know.
it may happen 20 years down the line
or it may happen an hour from now
what does it matter?
what does it matter in the long run?
everyone who's done you wrong
everyone who's done you favors
everyone you like
everyone you can't stand the sight of
what does it matter?
what does it matter in the long run?
Thanks to Christopher MacMurray for transcribing this
out behind the safeway just before the flood
huffed some cans of spray paint
and begin to vomit blood.
one more night in this town
is gonna break me I just know.
hang on to your dreams 'til someone makes you let them go.
stumbled on down indian hill,
tail between my legs.
sick taste in my mouth
folger's crystals and hard boiled eggs
if I can't run away tonight
I don't know what I'll do
hang on to your dreams 'til someone beats them out of you.
do what you have to do.
go where you have to go.
when the time comes to loosen up your grip, you'll know.
called my friend in new york
three thousand miles away
half way through her metamorphosis, nothing I could say.
poured my small resentments like rare and priceless gems
hang on to your dreams until there's nothing left of them.
the boys are back in town originally by thin lizzy
ignition (remix) originally by r. kelly
guess who just got back today?
them wild-eyed boys that had been away
hadn't changed, hadn't much to say
I still think those guys are great.
they were asking if you'd been around,
how you was, where you could be found.
told them you were living downtown
driving all the old men crazy.
the boys are back in town
(the boys are back in town)
the boys are back in town
you know that chick that used to dance a lot
every night she'd be on the floor shaking what she'd got
man when I tell you she was cool, she was red hot
I mean she was steamin'.
then that time over at johnny's place
this chick, she got up and she slapped johnny's face
man we just fell about the place
if that chick don't want to know, forget her.
the boys are back in town
(the boys are back in town)
I said
the boys are back in town
spread the word around
guess who's back in town
spread the word around
friday night they'll be dressed to kill
down at dino's bar and grill.
the drink will flow and blood will spill
and if the boys want to fight, you'd better let them.
that jukebox over in the corner blasting out my favorite song
the nights are getting warmer and it won't be long
won't be long till summer comes
now that the boys are here again.
the boys are back in town
(the boys are back in town)
I said
the boys are back in town
(the boys are back, the boys are back, the boys are back)
the boys are back in town, yeah
it's the remix to ignition
hot and fresh out the kitchen
mama rollin' that body
got every man in here wishin'
sippin on coke and rum
I'm like so what i'm drunk
it's the freakin' weekend baby
I'm about to have me some fun
crystall poppin' in the stretch navigator
we got food everywhere
as if the party was catered
fellas on my left
hunnies to my right
you put 'em both together we're gonna party all night, yeah
Thanks to Christopher MacMurray for transcribing this
you came to california.
you left houston by night.
and you looked around anaheim, there was nothing there.
and your fastball has been clocked at better than a hundred miles an hour.
even so, yesterday they let you go.
on the plane home you get them to give you a seat alone,
and when the stewardess comes by
you feel the fire flashing on your eyes
because just between the badge and the belt you can see the strike zone.
yeah, just between the badge and the belt you can see the strike zone.
but you gotta stop thinking that way.
it's ten fifteen on a tuesday morning
and the sky through the cabin window is bright and powder blue.
when you come, if you come
make sure you bring some bubble gum.
and a great big bottle of cheap gin, yeah
don't bother knocking, you can just waltz right in.
when you come, if you do come by
make sure you wear your skirt real high.
there's cracked ice in the freezer
and glasses in the sink
you can lie down on the sofa, and I'll fix us both a drink.
and we will teach ourselves to pray in languages
that we don't really speak.
and we will lie about the way it used to be.
when you come, if you come
bring a couple of coconuts and i'll supply the rum.
and i will dim the lights, pull all the drapes
throw in those near forgotten video tapes.
yeah when you come, if you make it out this far
you better leave your pride out in the car.
and you wanna make sure that you bring along some means for forgetting where it was that we went wrong.
and we will teach ourselves to pray in languages
that we don't really speak.
and we will lie about the way it used to be.
Originally by Gloria Gaynor
first I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
without you by my side
but then I spent so many nights
just feeling sorry for myself
and I grew strong
and I learned how to carry on
and now you're back
from outer space
I just walked in to find you here
with that sad look upon your face
I should have that stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
if I had known for just one second
you'd be back to bother me
go on now go walk out the door
just turn around now
'cause you're not welcome anymore
weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
did you think I'd crumble
did you think I'd lay down and die
well no, not I
I will survive
yeah, as long as i know how to live
I know I'll stay alive
I've got all my life to live
and I've got all my love to give
and I'll survive
I will survive
hey hey
I sunk all of my money into swiss gold
and I watched the markets slide
and I stood on the edge of the pacific
and watched the hypodermic needles coming in with the tide
there are two guys just outside of chicago looking for me tonight,
but randy johnson throws a baseball 97 miles an hour and I'm gonna be alright.
I had a fully loaded junk bond portfolio that
didn't work out like it was supposed to
there's a mountain of money in the bond market
that I can't seem to get close to
I've been headed down the road to ruin.
the end is nowhere in sight.
but randy johnson throws a baseball 97 miles an hour and I'm gonna be alright.
for now, extra glenns stuff will be in this file...
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
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
and 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.
'cause 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.
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 apocolypse
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've been digging for
in baltimore, you will find what you've been waiting for
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.
there's power in the name.
but the name's been lost for centuries.
there's poison is in the water
but the water tastes like honey
and we're so thirsty we don't care where we wake up tomorrow.
we don't care, the question can hardly hold our attention.
and this is a song for your young men to sing when they run out of options
yeah, when they run out of options.
there's the faith you can give or withhold
and then there's the one true faith
there's the revolution you came for
and the one you're eventually going to get.
and there's a road that starts right here and leads clear up to saskatchewan
and i brought a full tank and a '67 mustang.
and this is a song for your young women to whistle
while they're driving at high speeds down the highway
the wind up in the trees
the song on the wind
there's a mesage in the song
but the message is hopelessly complicated
and the words on water
and dissapeear before you write them down
but i, i brought the polaroid.
and this the song
and everyone's got sing along
but it hasn't got a chorus
god damn it all.
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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.
adultery
there's a mean streak in the sky
on the morning when you come by.
and you ask me "would i?"
and i say i would.
and it's an ill wind that blows nobody good.
and i should've known that you'd come my way.
by the dogs spawled out sleeping in the driveway
windows open audibly around the neighborhood,
and it's an ill wind that blows nobody good.
and you touched my hand.
and the sun beats down.
ineffective warnings all over the ground,
and i'm standing on the same spot where you husband stood.
and it's an ill wind that blows nobody good.
rockin' rockin' pet store
one burning afternoon under the waxing jurisdiction of the harvest moon.
we took a right and we went far away and
i remember it as though it were yesterday.
at the pet store.
the stereo played songs we both knew and
i reached my arm around and touched you.
i felt the sun burning into me and
i knew we'd find the physic for my malady
at the pet store.
you hair caught the sunlight as you opened the door
and i'd never seen your hair looking quite that way before.
i heard the parakeets punctuate the moment with their
shrieks and cries.
i saw the reptile cages reflected in your blue eyes.
their green bodies conspiring therein
to form a separate universe where it was no sin
to want what i wanted right then and there in the pet store.
ambivalent seascape Y
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 buffalo
lay down just a little while
honey lemon-chamomile
very soon the plane's coming in.
one hour worth of quicksand
the glass warm against your hand
very soon the airplane will take me away.
i will nuzzle up against you and then,
i will never see you again.
fires burning,
the world's turning around.
words that lose their meanings and then swell up like balloons,
very soon the taxi will come.
all the lies you told me can no longer hold me.
very soon the taxi will take me away.
i will forget how you've done me wrong,
how you've strung me along.
fires burning,
learning to breathe.
[untitled] repetition
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 kirkagaard.
repetition.
repetition.
brilliant disguise
this is a bruce springsteen song
i hold you in my arms as the band plays
what are those words whispered baby, just as you turned away?
i saw you last night out at the edge of town.
i want to read your mind just to know what i've got in this new thing i've found.
so tell me what i see when i look in your eyes.
is that you baby, or just a brilliant disguise?
i heard somebody call your name from underneath our willow.
i saw something tucked in shame underneath your pillow.
well i?ve tried so hard baby, but i just cannot see
what a woman like you could possibly want with a man like me.
so tell me what i see when i look in your eyes.
is it you baby, or just a brilliant disguise?
now you play the loving woman i?ll play the faithful man.
but just don?t look too closely in the palm of my hand.
we stood at the altar the gypsy swore our future was bright.
but come the wee wee hours well maybe baby the gypsy lied.
so when you look at mei, well look hard and look twice.
is that me baby, or just a brilliant disguise?
the moon
i thought that i was in control.
when i saw her coming, i reached out my hand.
you, you, you would think so too
but there is something here that you do not understand.
she's got skin like you would not believe.
i saw her skin and i went out of my mind.
she's got skin more perfect that the sky,
and i reached out my hand and left the world behind.
noone knew what i was talking about,
i used to say that what i saw through my window
was brilliant sap and strong white camelias.
now i see you coming, and i just don't think so.
she's got skin like you would not believe.
i saw her skin and i went out of my mind.
i reached out my hand and i walked out into the rain.
i was right behind the clouds.
i could just see ya coming.
yeah.
milkcrate
this is a franklin bruno song
all i got is a pool key, but it lets me in
to the place where the surface of the water
breaks its contract with the skin.
you can tell me it's still great to come by and chat.
but i'm not completely convinced that you're willing to leave it at that.
and all the clothes in this milkcrate, they're yours for good.
we can take them out to your car and we can lean against the hood.
and you can tell me it's still great to come by and chat.
but i'm not completely convinced that you're willing to leave it at that.
so let's sit down, take off our shoes.
let's just amuse ourselves from noon 'til two.
let's lie down, take off our clothes.
and just suppose there's no starting over to do.
there's no starting over to do.
there's no starting over.
an army of lovers can't be beaten.
have you ever tried to defeat just one?
straighten the pillows while i neaten up the edges of this mattress
where our struggle's just begun.
and let's sit down, take off our shoes.
let's not misuse the time from noon 'til two.
and let's lie down, take off our clothes.
and just suppose there's no starting over to do.
there's no starting over to do.
there's no starting over to do.
there's no, there's no starting over.
fit alpha vi
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 feel the same way,
even though you'd rather die than say it
I know you know what I know,
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
alpha aquae
i've grown rather tired of our little game.
you ask me the question.
my answer's the same.
and i couldn't say the day or the year.
but it must be summer, 'cause there's flies in here.
i need water.
i need water.
ants on the window ledge caught my attention.
and i wanted to say so, but i was to tired to mention it.
and we crawled in bed, and melted together.
cursing each other.
cursing the weather.
and i need water.
i need water.
furniture store
this is a furniture huschle song
never thought i'd make it.
never, ever thought.
first into surgery.
arrested for perjury.
i don't like freddy mercury.
even though he was probably
a district court judge
in a dream i had when i was 12
about a furniture store.
furniture store.
furniture store.
furniture store.
furniture store.
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."
rockin' rockin' twilight of the gods
switched on the radio this morning.
heard about the local savings and loan.
how they went under,
took with them everything i own.
that's alright.
it doesn't make me nervous.
'cause i can see the clouds gathering in the distance.
and everytime it rains, it rains pennies from heaven.
and everytime it rains, i'm a rich man.
and everytime it rains, i'm indescribably wealthy.
and everytime it rains, gold coins spill from the heavens straight into my hands.
many have said that the devil was coming.
i looked down at the sidewalk -- three inches of water running.
i looked up at the clouds.
everything looked great.
the financial news network talked about the prime lending rate.
that's alright.
i'm safe and warm.
just over there ya know, near south ontario,
i can see the signals of a tropical storm.
and everytime it rains, it rains pennies from heaven.
and everytime it rains, i'm a rich man.
and everytime it rains, i'm indescribably wealthy.
and everytime it rains, tech stocks spill from the heavens straight into my hands.
many have said that the devil was coming.
i looked down at the sidewalk from the window -- three inches of water running.
all frosting
let's meet out in san bernadino
let's get a case of polish vodka
let's bring out the big guns
the modified israeli ones
let's go back to where we let it all go
let's quit scavenging for bones down in the snow
let's follow the freeway from here
let's disappear
let's get our stuff back from the pawnshop
let's put a bedroom in the attic
let's stay up real late and see if we don't suffocate
let's practice our smiles 'til we're both freezing cold
let's dig up the graveyard 'til we find ourselves some gold
I will tell you when the coast has come clear
let's disappear
Thanks to Alex Glasnovic for transcribing this
how I left the ministry
there was one thing I found that I couldn't help thinking
as they pried me free with the jaws of life
none of this disaster would ever have happened
if I had not been driving my neighbor's wife
to the alta loma day's inn where I'd registered us as
a couple with a name I'm sure some other couple somewhere has
and the last thing I saw before falling unconscious
was your right hand tracing a heart on my thigh
and I thought my god what an infantile gesture
and I thought my god what an indescribable high
the autumn air was sweeter than a slice of wedding cake
as I overshot the exit and I tried and failed to find the brake
Thanks to mike s. for transcribing this
hallelujah
Originally by Leonard Cohen
I finally found the secret chord that david played and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for music, do ya?
it goes like this:
the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift
the hebrew king composing hallelujah
hallelujah!
hallelujah!
hallelujah!
hallelujah!
now your faith was strong, but you needed proof.
you saw her bathing on the roof.
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya.
she tied you to a kitchen chair,
she broke your throat and she cut your hair.
and from your mouth she drew the hallelujah.
hallelujah!
hallelujah!
hallelujah!
hallelujah!
now you say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name, but if I did,
well really, what's it to ya?
there's a blaze of light in every word
it doesn't matter which you heard
the broken or the holy hallelujah.
hallelujah!
hallelujah!
hallelujah!
hallelujah!
I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
tellin' the truth -- I didn't come to fool ya.
and though somehow it all went wrong
I'll stand before the lord of song
with nothing on my tongue but hallelujah.
hallelujah!
hallelujah!
hallelujah!
hallelujah!
cheap drapes frame the windows
no one speaks his mind
buckling asphalt up ahead
smoking wreck behind
stock footage of a ballroom nearly flooded with champagne
we're lost in the desert and it's never going to rain.
every time in this house someone opens up his mouth
all his hopes and dreams begin their dizzy journey south.
when the pipes begin to freeze we turned on all the taps
tearing a good thing to pieces
bickering over the scraps
fried clams from the diner
diesel on the wind
gorge ourselves on caviar when the boat comes in
wait for someone neutral to reckon up the score
grease on the walls of the kitchen
dried blood on the living room floor
you there in your nightgown
head all full of dreams
all the things we'd sewn together splitting at the seams
try to cauterize the wound
just get nowhere fast
holding each other for dear life
shielding ourselves from the blast.
cold white moon shines down on colorado
hide my dirty secrets
down here in the shadows
where the quaking aspens
tremble in the snow
hold me up above the rafters
raise me high and let me go
let me fall down through my own roof like a meteorite
let the world and all its wonders leave me to my toys tonight
and my ninty-six inch television screen
let me die.
let me die surrounded by machines.
high winds knocked the power out last night
but i've got my own supply here
all my windows fill with light
and the light floods through the windows to the open plain below
finds nothing but some trees and six fresh feet of snow
and I find a broadcast station that's signed off for the night
and the static floods the speakers in glorious black and white
on my ninty-six inch television screen
let me die.
let me die surrounded by machines.
in the holding tank I built for myself
it's feeding time
and I start to feel afraid
because I'm the last one left in line.
the endless string of summer storms
that led me to today
began one afternoon with you
long ago and far away
and someone leads the beast in on its chain
but I know you're thinking of me cause it's just about to rain
so I won't be afraid
of anything ever again
in the cell that holds my body back
the door swings wide
and I feel like someone's lost child
as the guard leads me outside
and if the clouds are gathering
it's just to point the way
to an afternoon I spent with you
when it rained all day
and someone leads the beast in on its chain
but I know you're thinking of me cause it's just about to rain
so I won't be afraid
of anything ever again
these roses are the pleasures of the flesh
these ones here they are the pleasures of the spirit
and tucked behind a pornographic picture in a frame
the troops found the pierced heart and they all gathered near it
and the dust clouds bloomed in the dark
and the face gazed up from the frame
roomful of French troops in a Franciscan abbey
history does not recall their names
of the several things that you have to do today
you're gonna regret one
this generation asks for a sign
it isn't gonna get one
bertha took the pictures to the priest
and the priest fell on his face upon the floor
and the story lived on for a decade or two
but no one really knows it anymore
but the blessed heart is seen in the airbrush
and the blessed heart is beating on the wind
and the bodies of the faithful stacked by dozens by the roadsides
stripped and scourged and skinned
of the several things that you have to do today
you're gonna regret one
this generation asks for a sign
it isn't gonna get one
rodney crowell cover
I looked for trouble and I found it son
straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun
I tried to run but I don't think I can
he said make one move and you're dead man
I ain't living long like this
I can't live at all like this, can I now
you know the story about the wheel go round
don't let them take you son
at all downtown
came out of houston off of Wayside drive
son of a carhop in some all night dive
dad drove a stock car to an early death
all I remember was a drunk man's breath
I ain't living long like this
I can't live at all like this
you know the story about the wheel go round
don't let 'em take son at all downtown
I live for angel, she's a roadhouse queen
makes texas ruby look like sandra dee
I want to love her but I don't know how
I'm at the bottom of the jailhouse now
I ain't living long like this
I can't live at all like this
you heard the story about the jailhouse rock
go out and do it, don't get caught
I ain't living long like this
mary chapin carpenter cover
I've waited longer for lesser things
but here I am
who really knows what tomorrow brings
but here I am
just in case you were wondering
just in case you got lost again
just in case you run out of friends, here I am
it's so easy to rip and to tear, so here I am
what you need most
vanishes into thin air, so here I am
maps and compasses may stay true
it doesn't really matter what you do
I have never forgotten you
here I am
some days our reach
seems to exceed our grasp
I gave up hoping long ago
I could fix the past
today I called you
for the very first time in a million years
you would never believe me if I told of
these million tears
life doesn't wave as it's speeding by
grab on fast and hold on tight
and don't ever forget to fight this good fight
here I am
ana gabriel cover
El perfume de su almohada, tu lo conoces bien
y la humedad de sus sabanas blancas también
que suerte la tuya que puedes tenerlo a tus pies
sintiendo en tu boca sus besos que saben a miel
Mirando como le hablas de amor el tiempo no se detiene
y nada tengo yo que esperar aunque me quede en el aire
Quién como tú, que día a día puedes tenerle
quién como tú, que solo entre tus brazos se duerme
quién como tú
que con ternura cura sus fiebres
quién como tú
Esas noches de locura, tu las disfrutas bien
y entre sus brazos las horas no pasan lo se
Mirando como le hablas de amor el tiempo no se detiene
y nada tengo yo que esperar aunque me quede en el aire
Quién como tú, que día a día puedes tenerle
quién como tú, que solo entre tus brazos se duerme
quién como tú
que con ternura cura sus fiebres
quién como tú
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