LYRICS

GANGBUSTERS!

Back in The Land of the Living

It is lonely here like Cleveland,
The Iron bars are tight,
We load up in the evening,
And we drop it off at night.

I am blacking out like Pittsburgh,
I just want to be with you,
I just want something special,
I don't want something new.

I am back in the Land of the living
Back in the land of the living,
Back in the land of the living,
I am back in the land of the living.

Now, I was made from Adam,
And you were made from Eve,
And for my misdirection,
We have hungry mouths to feed.

And for your sly deception,
We labor and we bleed,
But we've got the connection, baby,
And that is all we need.

(chorus)

And now Salome and Sophie,
Are right outside my door,
If you put them together,
They equal thirty-four.

But they don't know what I'm saying,
They haven't got a clue,
They don't want something special, no,
They just want something new.

(Chorus)

Au Revoir

I don't want to be there no more,
I packed my bags and cleaned my drawer,
And I got my feet right out the door,
Au Revoir.
I don't want to be hanging around,
You let me watch you turn me down,
I am gone now, sorrow bound,
My darling, Au Revoir.

Au Revoir, Au Revoir,
I loved you just the way you are,
But if that's not enough I'm sorry darling,
And I'm sorry for,
The wailing winds,
The bitter seas,
The failing crops and the dying trees.
And all I did not stem or ease,
Or change or please.

And I'm sorry for the cruel way,
You made me watch you walk away,
And all I did not do or say,
To make you change you're mind and stay,
Au Revoir, Au Revoir,
My final tear is on the floor,
'Cause I'm not going to weep no more,
My darling, au revoir.


And so call the Son,
And tell the czar,
That all is as it was before,
I'm strumming on the same guitar,
And wishing on the same bright star,
That the winds will ease,
And the wounds will heal,
And that some great future will reveal,
That all I do no know I feel,
And that all I did not do I will,
Au Revoir, au revoir,
I will still love you from afar,
But now its done, so long, we part,
My darling, au revoir.


Can You See Me, Mon Amor

Can you see me, mon amor?
I am on a golden shore,
Whistling a borrowed tune,
Howling at a lonely moon,
Howling at a lonely moon.

In the streets of Santa Fe,
I thought you would marry me,
That is why I weep today,
I thought you were there to stay,
I though you were there to stay.

Can you see me, mon amor?
I am on the second floor,
Of where you sleep and where you swoon,
Howling at a lonley moon,
Howling at a lonely moon.

Play the gray accordion,
Sing a song for lonely men,
Sing for old New Orleans,
Gone again, gone again.

I will walk with you tonight,
By the streets and the steeple light
Like a raving Amorite,
I will sing to you tonight,
I will sing to you tonight.

Can you see me, mon amor?
Standing where I was before,
In the rains of May and June,
Howling at a lonely moon,
Howling at a lonely moon.


The Only One I had Is Gone.

I have got a fever in my heart,
I have got a fear up in my soul,
I am sixty seasons now from home,
And I'm not gonna see it any more.

And the only one I had is gone,
The only one I had is gone,
The only one I had is gone,
The only one I had is gone.

Keep the candle lit in your window,
At midnight it will breath a steady glow,
I'll see it when I'm out and on the road,
I'll need it when I'm out and in the cold.

When the only one I had is gone,
When the only one I had is gone,
When the only one I had is gone,
When the only one I had is gone.

Gone are the doey eyes I used to know
Gone are those sweet hands I used to hold,
I am walking through the darkened hall,
And I am walking out the open door.

I have walked a million miles,
And I could walk a million more.

But the only one I had is gone,
The only one I had is gone,
The only one I had is gone,
The only one I had is gone.

(repeat chorus)


Jackson Heights

I got up to Jackson Heights
Not a minute to soon,
It was fifty million hours to dawn,
And five minutes to doom,
And the cameras were rolling,
And the heads were too,
So I layed me down and blew on the horn.

Everybody said
He was the best thing that they knew,
And they testified to how they tried,
Their best to see him through,
But when at last he staggered off,
To lay down in the dew,
It was for him the same as being born.

I wrote one song for Jesus Christ,
And thirty-three for you,
And I tell you that I know it,
That I've blown it and I do,
But with fifty million hours to dawn,
There must be something left to get into,
So adieu, till the morn.


Lost as Lost Can Be

I don't want no calls or company,
I walk the halls and find the key,
I fall asleep and sleep till three,
I am as lost as lost can be.

She's gone for good, she's gone from me,
And in her place there is a breeze,
It sings her name and knocks my knees,
I am as lost as lost can be.

I am as lost as lost can be,
I am as lost as lost can be,
I am as lost as lost can be,
I am as lost as lost can be.

Where here we lay, where here we slept,
No conscience strayed, no envy crept,
My un-contained sweet spirit leapt,
Bound not but to your boundlessness,
But now those dreams do scream and jest,
"Get off my gleam, you sycophant,
This truth was not yours to invent,
My thrown is not your armor,
And now in dreams, let shadows haunt
And keep them as your past repent,
Know she was not your angel sent,
And you were not for her honor meant,
And the steel forged and the battles fought
The iron ore and the robes you sought,
All that now has been before,
Now turns to dust and comes and comes to naught."

And so, unyielding calls to me,
In hallow tones the Broken Dream,
When you and I were one were we,
But now unto the soundless sea,
From shore and land to rock and tree,
From beast and man to everything,
I am as lost as lost can be,
I am as lost as lost can be.

I am as lost as lost can be,
I am as lost as lost can be,
I am as lost as lost can be,
I am as lost as lost can be.

(repeat chorus)


Windows On Atlantis

The window's on the Atlantis,
The agua's in the sink,
The foreman and the admiral,
Are too tired to drink,
Our home is in the ashes,
The aqua and the pink,
The embers never burned me,
Like I wanted you to think.

The highways of Astoria,
Are of the Seventh Sphere,
I'm glad I got to pick that spot,
Before you dropped me here,
When you said come to Brighton,
I dreamed you were alone,
But there he stood beside,
With and ice cream and a son.

I'm tethered in the forest,
Of the canyon to the tree,
And I'm bound to be a broken man,
Before I am released.

The window's on Atlantis,
The sun is on the hills,
The marigolds and arrows,
In the pears and wipperwhills,
Arriving from Toledo,
In care of Angeline,
Are solid bricks of Pyrite,
From The fifty hammer line.

And she said it will come for me,
And yes, I guess it might,
But if you let them catch you
Then you have to name the price.

And if the gate is locked for good,
And if the lake is drained,
I'll either die in Stockholm,
Or I walk home in the rain.


Forever Hold

If I am lying in pleasure,
Where we met by the light of the moon,
To float down the widest river,
To arrive in the finest room,
Then keep me on the tether there,
Where graces wide are strewn,
And hold me to the letter there,
That all is gone so soon.
It was out in the dust of the evening,
Where the water flows from the rock,
That we met with the greatest pleasure,
On the dunes of ten o'clock,
And now you're face is the sunshine
That feeds the leaves of these eyes,
And now your arm is the river vine,
That pulls these limbs from the tide.

I'll forever hold to you I will,
And when I am cold I hold you still.

If ever there were demons,
There are demons to be sure,
I think that I can see them,
Coming right up to the door.
And if I only dream them,
Let me leave them to recite
Whatever oath's between them
And the skeletons of night.
And if that oath I'm under,
And I mumble it like a fiend,
Then break me from their number,
And take me from the scene,
And love me like you loved me
When you loved me in Spring,
And mine will be the memory,
Whose future you'll redeem.

(Chorus)

If I am lazy in splendor,
And whistling a tune,
With my feet up on the leather
Of the hide of a Mydas tomb.
Then do me one the better there,
And break my bed of doom,
And make your own a bed of stone,
As a bride for a wide-eyed groom.
And it will be my purpose
To answer when you cry,
And if true love deserve us,
Then blessed be you and I.
And ever-after seldom,
Will a tear fall from your eye,
And when they ask I'll tell them,
That I loved you, when I die.

(Chorus)


Big Surprise

Like the man up on the mountain,
Like the boy inside the tent,
I love you like a blind man,
for everything he's heard.
The rain drops on the ground and,
The heels on the cement,
The dog out in the moonlight
And the crying mocking bird.

Like an unwed mother,
like a lonely son,
I love you like a hobo,
For everywhere he's been.
From the cliffs of Dover,
To the amazon,
And every empty boxcar,
That he threw his blanket in.

I know you like the back of my hand,
You know me like the subway plan.
We do it 'cause we have to,
Not just because we can,
And if I had to ask you
Then I wouldn't be your man.

Like a dali lamma
Like a big surprise,
I love you 'cause I gotta,
With a love that never dies.


When We Go

I told you I was leaving in the morning,
And I hope that you understand,
And I hope that you see me through the window go,
Like a dove of the Rio Grande.

I know that you are needing of affection,
But I hope that you do not plan,
To offer up your portion, 
For the love of another man.

Oh sister, sister save me,
Save me from what I am,
My hands are getting lazy, 
And my life is in my hand.

I told you I am leaving in the morning,
And I hope that you understand,
And I hope that you see through the window, go
Like a dove of the Rio Grande,
Like a dove of the Rio Grande.


When we sing it is like a chorus,
And when we love it is like a ram
When we come it is like the thunder
And when we go it is like a lamb.

And I know that you are needing of affection,
But I hope that you do not plan,
To offer up your portion,
For the love of another man.

Oh sister, sister save me,
Save me from what I am.
My head is getting crazy
And my life is in my hand.

When we sing it is like a chorus,
And when we love it is like a ram,
When we come it is like the thunder,
And when we go it is like a lamb,
When we go it is like a lamb.


Nobody Like You

I chased the dragon,
I got what I could get,
From ukelelies and clarinet,
Mono e mono, tete a tete,
But still I never, ever ever met,
Nobody like you.

Never, every met nobody like you
No never, ever met nobody like you
No never, ever met nobody like you.
Do do do...

In Mississippi,
My uncle Tom,
Fed me on linseed and Doctor John,
And now I bring him whiskey and anisette,
But still he never, ever ever met,
Nobody like you.

(Chorus)

She came from Paris,
With an ambulet,
And when she wears this,
i'll wager that,
She'll be the fairest on the social set,
But still she never, ever ever met,
Nobody like you.

(Chorus)


You Know That About Me

Like any man I'm far away from digging up my roots,
I'm lost inside the great escape of winning attitudes,
So far be it from me to say you don't stand in my shoes,
You know that about me and I know that about you.

Our one-year anniversary it came and went so soon,
Gone before the iron gate cast by the last tycoon,
And now its time for marriages and Paris honeymoons,
So step inside the basket of my big red lead balloon.

Like any one I cry sometimes when I sing my songs,
I'm not fighting no more battles I'm busy righting all my wrongs,
But now I've got a piece of pie to put my knife into,
You know that about me and I know that about you.

So have another round on me before the axle falls,
I'll be busy plugging leaks with open parasols,
I'm good for fifteen grand man but not a penny more,
You've been to Monte Carlo but you'll die in Baltimore.

Like any man I'm far beneath the reach of my own robe,
I've got a place in heaven but I'm lost upon the globe,
But when I say 'I love you' it means I really do,
You know that about me and I know that about you,

Yes, you know that about me and I know that about you.

FIRST LIGHT

Irene

I showed Irene where the trouble was,
And she don't write me still,
I don't know why I'm saying,
But for saying this I will,
I admire the simple man,
I am not as brave as him,
Who goes out on the waves and them,
Who roll upon the hill.

Adelaine was pregnant,
And Lillana Dune was dry,
And all the Freds did burn their heads,
When Jim began to cry,
And it felt so very real to me,
When Irene wandered by,
So I followed her beyond the stream,
Where lovers go to lie.

Oh mother bring me hamentaschen,
Rasberry sauce and rye,
And tell me that its not so bad,
To be this kind of guy,
My Irene is gone a year,
And still I cannot dry my tear,
And still I sing goodnight to her,
Beneath a weeiping sky.

Goodnight Irene....


Underground

Some men have all the luck,
Some have none at all,
I'm standing by the side of the road,
Feeling about two feet tall,
I've been 'round a dozen times,
Out the gates and through the pines,
I way, way past the starting line,
And I hear the bugle call.

Mama, take me down,
To where the trumpets do not blow so loud,
Mama, get me bound,
From this underground.

I see you're leaning on a crutch,
The one that says you love too much,
But if its true, and that exists,
Then why'd you make me go like this?
I did what I had to do,
Love has got to be for two,
I guess you loved me just for you,
If you did at all.

Mama, take me down,
To where the neon lights don't glow so proud,
Mama, get me bound,
From this underground.

And marble Tom stays so serene,
He washed his clothes and he keeps them clean,
He licked his chops in Aberdeen,
And he hangs his hat in Gaul,
He said lets go to Moscow,
I've had it all in Ghent,
And we're half a day and lost now,
And all my money's spent,
He'll be gone tommorrow,
Tommorrow I'll be bent,
Some men have all the luck,
Some aint got a cent.

Mama, take me down,
Round me up don't fail me now,
Mama get me bound,
From this underground.


Camptown Ladies

The Camptown ladies came again,
The World's Fair and the oil can,
Dan the Strongman, and Tyler too,
They sashayed in, in garland capes,
Brandished pork and organ pipes,
Ablaze in stars and stripes and boo hoo hoo.

Now I liked to keep my engine clean,
I'd fill it up with gasoline,
I'd get it shining bright like new,
But all of them just took a piece,
And drove it out, out on the streets,
And left me black with grease and high on glue.

I said "Let me keep my vague romances,
All the silver went to Francis,
And all the second chances went to Sue",
And I buried their sorrows then,
Deep in the sunbaked Sudan,
And took the mountain van to Katmandoo.

Now, the white boy had a family band,
And I traded an accordian,
For beans and three sardines and vegan stew,
But they left me on the fourteenth flour,
Strangled like an albacore,
Screaming like a eunich Cockatoo.

And now I'm alone and I don't feel right,
I'm hanging on a hallway light,
With an open container and a fever of a-hundred and two,
And tommorrow it is set to rain,
The city is a frying pan,
And I'm a hot dog in a bark canoe.

Drifting through the open crowd,
In Black Peter's cloak and shroud,
Singing loud to the chosen few.


Lowlands

I'm driving through the lowlands,
My baby's got a whole man,
I'm driving through the lowlands,
of Georgia, Georgia.

I'm eating boiled peanuts,
I'll be leaving for three months,
I'm headed for the Keys but,
My home is in the north.

I'm driving through the lowlands,
My baby's got a whole man,
I'm driving through the lowlands,
Of Georgia, Georgia.

Out there in the distance,
A rain cloud grows,
It stays for a minute,
And then it goes,
And the voices of the a.m.,
They're getting bold,
The mayhem is a taking hold.

But those wild ties that I broke,
Are gone behind the live oak,
And I know I've got no mind to go,
Get all tangled up again.

'Cause I'm driving throught the lowlands,
My baby's got a whole new man,
I'm driving through the lowlands,
Of Georgia, Georgia.

I'm driving through the lowlands of Georgia.


Corner of My Room

The finger's on the trigger and the mind is on the plan,
And I've got my prescription and every citizen's got his,
Now join me in the Rubicon and paddle me to France,
The nectarines are sweeter there and we aint got a chance 'round here,
I am counting Lincolns and living in the corner of my room,
I'm looking at the godess of the hunt and staring at the moon.

My friends aint got no loving and the babies aint got teets,
The women are all busy getting smart out on the streets (and there aint none),
And the gentleman from Kansas is fixing to retire,
He's drinking with his right-hand-man and speaking 'bout the fire and the doom,
A car horn sounds blows loud and hits my naked ear like a harpoon,
And I am counting Lincolns and living in the corner of my room.

I got enough to get to Memphis but not enought to get me home,
Where some men see a ladder some men see a throne to repaint,
And I said to senator, is this deed genuine?
He said, I aint seen that kind of thing since 1999, and it aint,
I saw John Brown going down a mighty road to Heaven on mule,
I stood aside and waved goodbye blind, out of sight, and out of fuel.


First Light

Can you hold me though I make you so very blue?
I've been out in the highest tide in the eye of the storm,
Can you tell me why they beguile as they do?
All through the wee hours of the night into the first light of the morn.

I've seen apparitions too, I've heard them weep forlorn,
Their fate is not what waits for you, your rose is not so thorned,
I've been out in the highest tide in the eye of the storm,
All through the wee hours of the night into the first light of the morn.

The winter wind's attacking me my myrtle reed is torn,
The farmer's wife is after me for sleeping in the corn,
I already know just where it will go,
They are over the moat their rope's around the corner stone.

Can you tell me true who will die and be born?
Can you tell me true who will weep forlorn?
I've layed out with all my might a million words to warn,
All through the wee hours of the night into the first light of the morn.


Roll Them Blues

Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall,
Ninety-nine bottles of beer,
Fifty cans in the trunk, in the van,
With the brand new drums and the gear,
Tommorrow's just another dram,
Today is just a tear,
Until I blow this popcorn stand,
I'll spend my days right here.

Roll them blues away boys,
Roll them blues away,
Roll them blues away, boys,
Roll them blues away.

I don't got no telephone,
And I got no words to hear,
But I got Jack for Peter,
And Four Roses for Pierre,
Mischa had a kiss for me,
She made it oh so clear,
But when she saw me turn away,
It vanished in the air.

(Chorus)

Mischa what a geisha,
And me oh what a drunk,
There's just a dozen 1664's,
Left in the trunk,
If I had a shotgun,
I would point it at the moon,
And if I had a dollar,
I would go to the saloon.

(Chorus)



Think About You Anymore

Winter's in the sails again,
I'll take another sip and then,
The bells will ring and I will dream alone,
I am getting all I can of that imported, hoarded dram,
So I do not think about you anymore.

I am getting all I can,
In borrowed eyes and hollowed grin,
So I can see the galleys on the shore,
So that I can sleep and still attend,
The waking dream around me and,
So I do not think about you anymore.

Mona hems and haws,
She has got icing in her claws,
And the paws of some old timer at her door,
She falls asleep on me,
And so I search her shawl to see,
If she conceals the thing that she did do before.

Does her stock and trade,
Recall a mistress or a maid?
Or all above, (for all have layed up on my floor),
But the tried and true conclusion is,
That I will not be moving as,
This swoon is truly soothing to the core,
And I do not think about you anymore.

I do not think about you anymore,
Because you stole,
The very soul of where my love did once endure,
Now gone beyond the wakes,
When gentle winds you did forsake,
And now the iron waves do break up on the oar,
And the end game is a pending silen roar....

But I do not think about you anymore.


Heart to Heal

I have got a heart to heal,
I carried it beyond the hill,
And over every farm and field I strode,
It did know another once,
And flew like birds of outer banks,
When bound unto that sounder heart's abode.

I have got a heart to heal I moan,
I have got a heart to heal I know.

I was in the ever greens,
Beyond the birch and ginsom weed,
When the breeze blew a seedling and a kite,
And now I'm in a strange hotel,
I'm hearing voices through the wall,
Rising from the poisoned well tonight.

I have got a heart to heal I moan,
I have got a heart to hearl I know.

On a west-end crested bute,
Fell a cannary and a boot,
A lute, a fruited prairy and a stone,
You you have and iron will,
Rings of gold and nerves of steel,
What key'll deal the card or crack the code.

To mend my heart to heal,
And send it home?


Sorry that I Missed You Dear

I am sorry that I missed you dear,
I was hung out on pills I swear,
I was humbled by the ill-gotten gains,
That sprang through mirror,
I am sorry that I missed you dear.

Now I know you know the bible blonds,
Those high-fallutin' primadons,
With the bonds of a burial,
In the jaws of a terrible fear,
I am sorry that I missed you dear.

Now Jack has got a ways to go,
He worries 'bout how he pleases you,
He's doing it for Jesus,
But he weezes and you hear him,
'Cause the virum in his serum's not there,
I am sorry that I missed you dear.

I got a broken axle in Mannilla,
I was stranded with a vassle at the villa,
And now I've lasted in a casket,
In a castle in Seville,
'Cause the military million is here,
I am sorry that I missed you dear.

I am sorry that I missed you dear.


See You Slumber

I want to be there in the midnight blue,
I want to be there in the morning too,
I want to be there to see you through,
I want to be there to see you through.

I want to be there in the noon day sun,
I want to be there when the day is done,
I want to be there to see you slumber,
I want to see you slumber.

Lady, lady you delight,
In steeling kisses through the night,
Wish I may wish I might,
To do you right,
To do you right.

I want to be there in the midnight blue,
I want to be there in the morning dew,
I want to be there to see you through,
I want to be there to see you through.

I want to be there in the noon day sun,
I want to be there when the shadow's come,
I want to be there to see you slumber,
I want to see you slumber.


My Baby's Been Away

My baby's been away so long,
Now the shades of evening are gone,
My baby's been away so long.

The abyss lists the letters I sent,
Fortunes gained and portions spent,
I hear an echo in a light blue dawn,
And I go see but I know she is gone.

My baby's been away so long,
You can take whatever food that you want,
I'm not hungry now that my honey is gone.

Some inconcievable, medeival wrong,
Has cast itself upon my home,
I am the hair of an Ishmaelite,
You are the feather of a bird in flight.

My baby's been away so long,
Now the shades of morning have come,
My baby's been away so long.


Coconut Tree

Meet by the sands of the coconut tree,
That is the place where our treasure will be,
With the sun in our eyes and the moon on the sea,
We will meet and dream will we.

Meet by the sands of the coconut tree,
That is the place where our treasure will be,
With the sun in our eyes and the moon on the sea,
We will meet and dream will we.

Meet by the sands of the coconut tree,
I as a king and you as a queen,
We'll kiss and remenisce on the days we have seen,
Then sleep and dream will we.

Then sleep and dream will we.


Going to California

I left my home in Georgia,
I got a million miles to go,
I came upon the water,
On the gulf of Mexico,
And now I'm going to California,
That is what I'm a gonna do.

I love you like a lady,
And I will love you till the end,
I held you like a daisy,
Until you flew like a wren,
When I see you I get crazy,
I won't be seeing you again.

Because I'm going to California,
I have been to New Orleans,
I've been with Apollonia,
And the cortesian queens,
And in case you say I never told ya,
That is what lonileness means.

He came out of Canaan,
With a pocket full of seeds,
And only a million miles to go,
And came into the strange lands,
In the rain and in the breeze,
On the seas in the heat and in the snow.

And it only goes to show ya,
Just what some loving light can do,
it will get into your soul, yeah,
And it will see you through,
And now I'm going to California,
That is what I'm a gonna do.

QUARTER CENTURY

Suzzannah

Listen to me brother and I'll tell you what to do,
I've studied cruel bastards and I know a thing or two,
They'll hook you up with shining stuff and get you things for free,
Then laugh at you and cast you to the sea.

Last night you were knealing in the avocado groves,
The Mayans and the Sirens were singing far below,
Please untie the ribbons that are given for your sight,
Sacrifice your appetite and bring Suzzannah home tonight.

Every sawyer's busy splitting redwoods for the prow,
And lawyer's parlaying in sentences now,
And every fate is tide to hate the one sunspotted cow,
And breed in the seed of the sow.

Let them be believing there are reasons they should die,
What good is it that they should know what fortunes they supply,
"I want the king of England, Charlie, get him on the phone,
Say we've got to foil the plot to bring Suzzannah home."

The throng of calm is falling,
To a cold wet spot on the ground,
And the minor song is calling,
And the awning is coming down.

But Jengo's in the mangroves with a banjo in the breeze,
And the man who knows the canto is recalling it for me,
And I am with Suzzannah and the dam is on my right,
And I'm enjoying that ignoring it is willing us to wither in the light.


My Lady Went Away

My lady went away,
My lady went away,
I do my best to stick out my chest and say "ok."

She's walking on the street,
She's walking to the bay,
She's looking at the other men who say "hey, hey, hey, hey".

My lady went away,
My lade went away,
I do my best to stick out my chest and say "ok."

Good morning Mr. Salt,
You're looking on the ball,
The flaggons on the wagon hold the rations for us all.

My lady went away,
My lady went away,
Ahead of us and edifice of Oedipus is plain, an impediment in sediment and clay.

My lady went away,
My lady went away,
I do my best to stick out my chest and say "ok."


I'll Be Home

I don't know what I knew before the smoke was in my uniform,
The devil's tail, the whale of York, the brown saloons and candy whores,
I'm glad I've got your quills in me, that open road was killing me,
Some master's voice was willing me to roam.

My one, my only,
My one, my only,
My one only love I'll be home.

I don't know what He grew before the giants and the unicorns,
But the trumpets and the gallop horns are blowing in a minor chord,
So let your tear drops fall away, the open road is calling me,
And I am bound for Albany and Rome.

CHORUS

And he'll be in the suden land, the day that great Gibralter falls,
The fusselliers of Arlemagne, the warriors and clones,
But I'll keep that in my memory, and I'll give you the rest of me,
And I will do my best to leave the foreign girls alone.

CHORUS


Quarter Century

Nearly a quarter of a century in,
Clogged by the swaddling model of man,
The vain hierarchy of malarchy and gin.

Oh, Seniorita your love is queen,
The land is grand and the rule is mean,
But the reign is dated on a grave where the robbin will sing.

In her own special way,
And with her old fashined grace,
She's a new batch of lady,
With a doe-bashful face.

In steps the in debt natural boy,
Joined by loins to a Helen of Troy,
She jacks his will and fills the void.

In her own special way,
And with her old fashioned grace,
She's a new batch of lady,
With a doe-bashful face.

I am lashed to the chasm,
Like a goat to a tree,
I'm exposed by the ghosts,
I have seen.

Nearly a quarter of a century past,
Fooling by the dueling, ruling class,
My heart is open to your potion at last.

So let fall the warbling wailings of pain,
On the all night disco bingo game,
A quarter of a century lost or gained.


Final Time for Leaving

I know when the sun light hits the sky we will be leaving here,
I know when the gaslight starts to shine we will be there,
'Cause there's a final time for weeping and a final time for fear,
And a final time for leaving here, my dear.

I've been in the cauldron of sweaty metropolitan,
I'll tell you the city isn't pretty in July,
We should spend 'em while we got 'em and return again in autumn,
When the awful months in Gotham subside.

I know when the sunlight hits the sky we will be gone,
I know when the gaslight starts to shine we will be home,
'Cause there's a final time for weeping and a final time for fear,
And a final time for leaving here, my dear.

'Cause there's a final time for weeping and a final time for fear,
And a final time for leaving here, my dear.

A final time for leaving here, my dear.


Abaraxis Foyer

I have got an abaraxis foyer in my home,
Taxadermist goyam putting salt into my wounds,
I know that nothing's ever just the way that it is told,
And I don't want to sink, but I don't want to row no more.

Don't follow me my enemies are waiting up the road,
With mandala messages and cameras in their clokes,
Seraphim candalabras, heroin and gold,
For sure.

Now step into the day light,
Out of the stage light of your lie,
And salute the bells of longing,
And the chariot that bent when the world didn't end.

I have got two caribou a-crowded on my boat,
One to get me scared of you and one to get me roped,
I know their brand of justice serves the mantra of their souls,
And I don't want to think, 'cause I don't want to know.

I have got an abaraxis foyer in my home.

A morning and a meat hook,
Are swimming on the sea,
They're warning of an evil sun,
That's rising in the east and thats got a hold on me.

I have got an abaraxis foyer in my home,
Battle axes and torries putting sugar in my oil,
I know that nothing's ever just the way that it is told,
And I don't want to sink, But I don't want to row no more.


You're My Lady

You're my lady and I know it's true,
Because when I'm broken down I dream of you,
And it's a long and dusty dawn we wander through,
But you're my lady and I know it's true.

Down by the pilings, down on the dock,
There I did lay back in the day I lost the flock,
But then the sun shone in the heavens up above,
And it was you and it is you I love.

And by and by the arrows fly,
Higher and higher to the horizon,
And I was the one who sent them to the sky,
But you were the one who made me try.

'Cause you're my lady and I know its true,
I am proclaiming in the name of you,
And its a long and dusty dawn we wander through,
But you're my lady and I know it's true.

Yes you're my lady and I know it's true.


Song Of Your Dreams

When once you dreamed, the streets and mountains,
Leaned against your eyes,
And you did see them as yourself turned out,
From what did team inside you,
The stream that carried you so swiftly,
Through that granite wall of dreams,
You drank from like an infant,
And it filled you in the instant,
And some kind of law of instinct,
Did propel you, so it seemed,
And in that realm your thoughts and senses,
You were fixed between,
And you did not believe,
You did not need to be believed,
When once you dreamed.

And it was not for this,
That it did be before your mettle,
'Cause your elbow was just resting,
And you wore no kind of armor,
You were thinking of pirates,
Who were docking in the harbor,
You were farming for the elements,
That were sprouting in the pasture,
When once you dreamed you needed not to leer or faces read,
And concealed no hidden feeling was of you or your esteem,
You did not weal (you did not dare) you did not deal for the dollar,
Like a sullen passerby without a saddle or a lover,
Or a ladder to the altitudes of prayer,
Where the water is not swimming like the semen,
And the weavils like the river of your squallor.

Here now dropped and the gun's gone off,
And you're hoofing but your lopsided lope is chopped,
And your looks are not of your age,
And your locks are frayed,
And your hopes do stray from your heart,
To dance and to dart by the old grave yard,
On the hill where the swell of the wind is still,
In the air and it hangs like the drape on a frame,
Whose lace is waning and whose crack is strange,
Like a bell whose ball is wasted away,
Whose toll won't tell the remains of the day.

And your face betrays your answer,
In the motion of your glances,
In the final lonely moments of mercy in the manger,
When the dangerous man is tallying his chances,
And rallying his captains who are carrying his lances,
To take the virgin field and the throng advances,
And it hurts me 'cause I feel that the song he chants,
Is wrong because it cancels the words that I cant,
And I try to sing but I can't and I paw,
And I pant and I rant and I rave and I fall,
To my death in a grave of the camp in the thaw.

What muse could you attempt to use today my lonely one,
Does your chosen motive stray, is your courage overcome,
Are you done in by strange numbers that do redirect your palm,
Do you crumble on the inside when you stumble through the dawn,
Are you stumbling on the ramparts in the umbridge of G-d,
Are you weary in your stomach are you lonely in your heart,
Does the numbing of your tongue leave you mumbling the tone,
Of the hundreds all around you who confound you with their drone,
What muse could you attempt to use today, my lonely one,
What muse could you attempt to use today to make you whole,
What must could you attempt to use today when there are none?
They are fleeing from the bombs and they are flying to the sun,
They are climbing to their homes in the highest mountain haunt,
Like a scattering of fishes and a gathering of fawns,
To the keys and the calls that will be in alms,
And the arms of the song of your dreams.


Ancient Alley

Take me down to the ancient alley,
You know me you showed me before,
I was weighted down and hooked but now I'm running,
To your door.

What became for you to wade in honey?
You're woozy now on that touted shore,
With a frog on your oar, and a crow in tow,
On your Ford.

I'm old enough to notice what's above me,
And I see you dare to wear the robes you hoard,
But I'll leave you there and see you where you stumbling,
On your sword.

Glory be, glory be the heartache,
And glory be, glory be the Word,
In the hue of gray, in the stew and the malay,
And the horror.

Take me down to the anciet alley,
Where the strangers of the world get their applause,
And where odds and earthly charms are not becoming,
Their gods.


Dolly

We're all thinking Dolly is on the mend,
We're all drinking like and Indian,
Someone saide that you came by,
But I know better than to ask him why,
The grad school kids all say that it's the end,
But we're all thinking Dolly is on the mend.

Buster Brown's got mad kids on his lot,
He looks like G-d but someone said he's not,
His black skin shines like a naked spear,
His cracked hands make his face appear,
Like G-d's because he's holding something grand,
And we're all thinking Dolly is on the mend.

Galaxies of crisco dicso fries,
Shut the fat land's whinning grimy eyes,
We'll take our case to the only place,
Where the fruit's still good and the juice is chaste,
A million assholes on two-million seats,
Two for every five-grand place of yeast,
Two for every greased up sneering beast and crazy trend,
Getting sick while Dolly is on the mend.


Sail Away

Don't look me up, my darling,
Don't look me up I say,
It is time I sailed away.

The hurricane warning,
Is blowing through my brain,
And it's time I sailed away.

I know what it's like,
I know what it's like to stray,
And I know what it's like,
I know what it's like to pray,
(And I pray),

But I long to see the morning,
Dawn in another place,
And it's time I sailed away.

The mirror is holding a tear,
That roles on my face,
And that is a vision I cannot erase,
Or betray.

The mariners and paramours,
Are there upon the bay,
And it's time I sailed away.

I know what it's like,
I know what it's like to stay,
And I know what it's like,
I know what it's like to pray,
(And I pray),

That though I'll be free-wheelin',
I will return someday,
But it's time I sailed away.

It is time I sailed away.

THE GREAT MIGRATION

The Great Migration

I have seen the great migration,
I can feel the pain and hatred,
There's a trough to put your face in,
And a coffin on the pavement,
And a sewer rat is drowning,
In a pool of creation,
There's a sermon on the mountain,
For the children of the basement,
On the street.

And in the morning I'll be waiting,
With a chorus and a cadence,
For the scourge is not abating,
Of the wars that are a-raging,
And dirge that is a-playing,
With the words that are a-saying,
Only murmers and assertions,
Of a curse reverberating off the beat.

And the purple king's a-ruling,
The infertile cow is mooing,
And the lenders are a-luring,
And the genders are a-cooing,
And the hurricanes a-brewing,
And the magma is a-flowing,
And I think I should be going,
On a permanent vacation.

I have seen the great migration,
I can feel the pain and hatred,
There's a comet in the ether,
There is vomit on the blanket,
And a sewer rat is drowning,
In the trough you put your face in,
Through the vermin all around me,
I have seen the great migration.

I have seen the great migration,
I have seen the great migration,
From the halls of Montezuma,
To the cliffs of Apalachia,
I have seen the great migration,
I have seen the great migration,
I have seen the great migration,
I have seen the great migration....


The Steel Drum

Evening gloves and harnessed tunes,
Like beatings of the main,
Reading glasses on to ask her name,
On the run are men in trouble,
Not too old to bow,
Go even on the steel drum now.

Mine is like a wooden wave,
In haydays of the pond,
Furnished by the serpent and the swan,
Mind the air-conditioning,
Keep the generals warm,
Latter days appear before they come.

In the name of warrants,
In the days of kings,
In the rains and torrents,
And in the ignorant dreams.

Lay and wait upon the seat,
Of mortal science brow,
Meanings from the entrails of the cow,
Feeding deliriously, nearly profound,
Go even on the steel drum now.

Go even on the steel drum now.


Ida Blue

My Ida Blue, I love you, hi-dee-ho,
I repeat in the heat and the snow,
When you're away I am gray and alone,
Oh Ida Blue, I love you, Ida Blue.

Oh, Ida say you'll be gay on the morn,
That my boat comes to dock on the shore,
Then Ida stay and be mine evermore,
My Ida Blue, I love you, Ida Blue.

I'm through changing my name,
And running from the nothing in the grain,
The crowd was coming in before,
the doubt was blowing out between the shade.

Oh Ida Blue, hi-dee-ho, Ida Blue,
My heart strings are harking to you,
And as for me, I'd agree, Ida Blue,
For I love you Ida Blue, Ida Blue.

And we'll go straight through the gate on the shore,
We'll take the rope from the post and be gone,
And I will sing to the waves and the dawn,
That I love you Ida Blue, Ida Blue.

My Ida Blue, I love you Ida Blue.


Lift Off

I've been sullen, I've been so low,
In a house of demons and ghosts,
I've been so alone.

When the angel rescues me,
And leads me to the burial tree,
I will be set free.

Be it Mary, be it Joe,
Be it eyes whose light I know,
None leads me home.

You came and led me near,
And then you went and left me here,
Biding time in silent prayer.

You caught me on the rock,
And you saw all the moves I got,
But your place is on the dock.

I've been sullen, I've been so low,
In a house of demons and ghosts,
I've been so alone.

So bring your diamonds, bring your salts,
Bring the fruit of ancient stalks,
I will lift off.

I will lift off.


Capri

The foggy days in King's Cross aren't improving,
The alleyways make mountain lakes of you,
The woven vines you left behind are as soothing,
As the distances that you squint into,
I think you know me better, my brohter, than any other do.

The major motion pictures all have ended,
The king is dead but not the sorcerer,
I owe my minor setback to his credit,
He's good enough in health to go on tour,
I think I know him better, my brother, and any other.

And I'm not on a bus along the ocean,
I'm not on a plane above the sea,
I am in a boat who's bow is broken,
On the open water of Capri.

Now, it is now you must recover,
Now, it is now you must be free,
When every throat is calling out for water,
And every eye is following thee,
Be careful of each other, brother or enemy.

And I'm not on a bus along the ocean,
I'm not on a plane above the sea,
I am in a boat who's bow is broken,
On the open water of Capri.

Looking in wonder, my brother, ahead of me.



Forever, Forever

Cavemen and bears are there in my dreams,
In this calling I am intending for thee,
To know that forever, forever, forever I dream.

Baying in tales and rare in the snow,
Bathed by the river and blessed I know,
On wings to endeavor forever, and ever to hold.

The markings of these,
Insatiable pleas,
Are leaving me needing,
The honey to sweeten my tea.

Drink myself crazy and beat myself sore,
I cannot go out to sea anymore,
With the winds and whales and gulls and gails and stars.

My stories are true,
My worries are few,
My worlds are two,
But my mornings with you.

The love that has milked me has left me serene,
I cannot be guilty of any old thing,
Except that forever, forever, forever I dream.


The Range

I am mired in the fire and horror,
My heart is like a hard earned silver dollar,
But I know if I go, then I'd leave you all alone,
On the range, in the rain and the snow.

The mornings will come to greet us till they don't,
And by then we'll be a-riding on the boat,
And the lots that we cast and the answers that we asked for,
Will bask in the stars where we row.

And I see them sadly staring at the water,
Vainly, mainly strangers to each other,
With seas at their knees and the fingers of disease,
Like seeds in the breezes that blow.

I am mired in the fire and the horror,
My heart is like a hard earned silver dollar,
But I know If I go, then I'd leave you all alone,
On the range, in the rain and the snow.

On the range, in the rain and the snow.

60 SEASONS

This Springtime

This Springtime that will smolder into June,
Curled around this downtown afternoon,
And the flowers are bending from over-burdened wombs,
And the girls are caught with the wind in their skirts,
Made moist by the water that turns dust into dirt,
But plucked too soon by the boy on the corner,
And sucked before bloom by the bee or the sparrow,
While fingers were still little and while hips were still narrow,
Too late to know what to do with my whispers,
Fertalized in winter and undone by the thumb,
So they're only drying petals on the lawn,
Left to the mercy of the sun.

This Springtime that will smolder into June,
Curled around this downtown afternoon,
As rations get smaller then bodies get thinner,
And ribcages render the outlines of hunger,
And the radio voices are pregnant together,
The organized noises in the harmonized order,
And the hand-shake agreements are sealing six figures,
Decisions and ties are contrived to be severed,
And the bricks that will be walls wait for mortar unarranged,
And the alliances recalled lift every draw bridge by its chain,
And everything unlevened boils until there's nothing left to gain.

This Springtime that will smolder into June,
Curled around this downtown afternoon,
He screamed until I heard him, he had a mark of heaven,
And both of us were certain of what brought all of us together,
For a week he was my teacher, for a week I filled his bottle,
I carved him a sacred whistle for the fingers of apostles,
And he said there was no choice and he left me his bible,
And he said I was the voice but I shuttered in my title,
But after reading most of Mathew I smiled and then I laughed,
I held my glance a second longer when I held a blade of grass,
And since words were only breaths, all I did was nod,
We were cast onto one corner both looking at and praying to one G-d.

This Springtime that will smolder into June,
Curled around this downtown afernoon,
Through boundaries established through understated movement,
Comes east side development and city-wide improvement,
A self-induced catharsis, a uniform desire,
For the scaffold of an artist on an unsupported pillar,
Suspended above grounds and hovering in phase,
Like when the table-cloth is pulled from the undisturbed vase,
But the sheep's blood on the brownstone is coloring and numbering the days.


Words to the Wise

It was not for his smiling nor for causes unkind,
That he held on to the picture of a girl on the side,
His was always a life in decline,
We stayed up until the dawn all the time,
And he'd ask me to tell him everything that he'd done wrong,
And I knew he'd have a picture of a girl all along,
So I told him there's been nothing which can't be undone,
But my mind was always ahead of my tongue,
And I watched him fold the sheets of a bed that he'd die on,
And I watched as his breath went from little to none,
And I knew he'd be thinking that she was the one,
That she was the one that he thought that he loved.

I was looking around by the end of the week,
I was thinking about drifting away in my sleep,
I'd been sitting for days with my hands underneath,
The weight of my body supported by his seat,
No longer listening to anything that I see,
Like watching a battle from a balcony,
And there was him always shaking over possibility,
Forming and re-forming an advance upon retreat,
And pawing for reflections of a weak identity,
As if there was something that we were supposed to see,
As if there is something that we are supposed to be,
To protect us from all that we surrendered.

So Mr. Modern had a brain freeze in his room,
When what he thought and what he knew for the first time were in tune,
When I showed him that a crescent was just the sun behind the moon,
When I showed him black and white was like behind a bride and groom,
And he asked me to tell him everything that he'd done wrong,
So I showed him a pencil that was worn down to the bone,
He'd been pressing and pressing for what never could be done,
He has pages of equations that all added up to one,
I put zeros on my right and I am growing to the sun,
I put zeros on my left and I am shrinking close to none,
But I like to spread my fingers like there's nothing to be won,
And laugh, let us laugh at what's begun.

But he cried and he cried for all things he'd sent away,
And I knew he only let them go so he could lament their decay,
But I didn't feel like lamenting that day,
Ashes upon ashes were collecting in his tray,
Clashing and clashing as black will do with gray,
And I knew that both of our bodies were made of the same clay,
And I remembered being told about the laws of gravity,
As if masses upon masses were of one consistency,
And I saw that he was talking but I heard him distantly,
I saw feeding heads of deers rise when they heard artillery,
But I didn't want to be a cordinant in that field,
So I left before he finished and said "smile and they will yield".

Next to the sculpture of a young Oedipus,
In all of the exhibit it was only us,
That the critics and the children both couldn't help to touch,
And I thought that it was maybe on account of our looks,
But he said that it was all on account of our guts,
For all four of our eyes would be gone soon enough,
And marble cracks and semen erupts and golden turns into ashen locks,
And though now you are free of pocket watches and clocks,
And though now you are free from remembering your thoughts,
Though now you can be here and know that you're not,
All that you now know you will soon find you forget.


Hey, Jim

Hey, Jim is the G gonna mean something awful?
On the track they are begining to be moving always blindly at me,
But I am swerving, I am choking and am only so green.

And he's in a way that is a serious way,
And no matter what we gather on the green of the grave,
There will be something always that we wanted or we needed to say.

And inside her house of Mercury, she does and rubs, addreses me,
In blessings, second guessing me before I awake,
For holding onto habbits that are difficult and painful to break.

But her plaster mask is flapping in a serious wind,
And she holds on for reasons that are precious within,
And living in the minutes she relinquishes, begets and begins.

And without a propper business suit you're on your own kid,
'Cause no one's gonna bother over things that you did,
No matter how intelligent or ellegant or right you might be.

Do you believe in horror, is your night light still lit?
Have you seen or have you dreamed of how the other ones lived?
Hey, Jim is the G gonna mean something awful to me?

Hey, Jim is the G gonna mean something awful?
On the tracks they are begining to be moving always blindly at me,
But I am swerving, I am choking and am only so green.

Hey, Jim is the G gonna mean something awful?
On the tracks they are begining to be moving always blindly at me,
But I am swerving, I am choking and am only so green.

Now look at the builder and look at the teller,
Cowering in numbers under towering walls,
They're desperate not to breath in but believe in any reason at all.

And she's never been to Brooklyn but she's read about it,
She suffers the delusions of the educated,
There's not a spot of her logic that she doesn't betray.

The women are the clue to what is actually happening,
The wishers of confusion are happily laughing,
In the aftermath the cackling irrational is having its way.

And this will be the year of the challenges met,
If that was the year when the plaster was set,
Denying all excuses and untying all the nooses in me.

It is all a question of the side-glance stare,
Now I am the survivor of the wildest nightmare,
Waiting through the grinding and the grating of the breaks of the G.

Hey, Jim is the G gonna mean something awful?
On the tracks they are beginning to be moving always blindly at me,
But I am swerving, I am choking and am only so green...


Don't Refuse Me, My Darling

She kissed on me a kiss the way a kiss should be,
And she kissed on me the sweetest kiss in history,
I gave her a book and I read aloud from it's pages,
And she whispered me this soliloquy in stages.

Don't refuse me, my darling,
Don't leave me, my love,
Don't refuse me, my darling,
Don't leave me, my love.

We walked on the pavement that the sun lit into crimson,
And she told me she was going to the midwest for a reason,
I said "reasons are for cowards was excuses are for killers,
And this tide that is high is drowning all the sailors."

CHORUS

And so she whispered me a farewell where a kiss should be,
After she kissed on me the saddest kiss in history,
She is going where the snow is on the landscapes of the farms,
And no longer am I stronger, I have but reasons for my arms.

CHORUS


Unconscious Repeat

Think of the man who prays before he eats,
And I'll think of the steps to a dance on the floor at the ball,
Blessed in beauty by unconscious repeat,
Self-ordained in rythm like a cowbell call,
I saw the summer approaching through the holes in the collonaide,
I saw the sun light turn my shaddow into shade.

Think of the grass that predicts the rain as it's combed by the wind,
I don't want to feel a kiss that predicts her departure again,
She falls like rain that traces the tops of your skin,
As she followed her lips from the curve in my wrist to my hand,
And I touched her back where she didn't know she was,
And she arched in the sun for no reason but because.

Think of all that is broken and all that is yet to break,
All of the revolutions it is needed for all of the turns it will take,
every intercourse has stood and so soon will stand at stake,
So I completed her lips with a kiss with my hands to her face,
And the mountain is in the same place as the deer,
And her beauty lies nowhere else but here.

So I found the corner where the dancing was annulled,
Where my steps were determined by nothing but my heart's beat,
Every man-made engine that burns for wheels that roll,
In the thinning of air breaks down from its own heat,
I am unravelled at every fold,
Like the wind that was once a tornado.


Click Click Click Can Can

She came from dafodile land to peek and pretend,
She came to get her fill of kisses, Camels, and Kens,
Like coal in the cold and a cabin in the road,
And a stove on the hand of the black-knuckle brand mermaid weekend,
Swing low your chariot, your rifle is pointed at the sun,
Pick up the lighter and carry it to the open arms of everyone.

Mine is the less divine sign of the time it seems,
He's on the cusp of on the line of on the mean,
Now peek and pretend at the mermaid fiend,
The slow descent of the molotov cocktail queen,
Money every lying to buy, lying in the brine denying,
Decidedly wired tonight in the stymied mind frame.

But there aint no sense in washing thee,
There aint no sense is watching thee,
There aint no time spend not trapped inside this mode,
And there aint no master key or lock to crack this code.

Send your face's twisted grimace blemish to the devils in the sky,
Sell your body's wilting crystal palace to the gear or to the guy,
Your ugly junk love is shooting the sun,
And is burning the bun of the tune that the song bird sung,
And the over-cooked lamb, the super-charged man,
The drained butane and the click click click can can.

And when your mothers call,
The sky becomes coal,
Then the earth will open up,
And will swallow you whole.


Lying On The Floor

I am lying on the floor,
I'm a lion or a lizard of the Lord,
But I am smiling all the way,
I only came to say goodbye, to say goodbye.

Raise your head up my dear,
It's only bitter in the winter of the year,
And I am leaving all the way,
I did not come to watch you cry, to watch you cry.

The bed is better than the floor,
The pen is mightier and lighter than the sword,
And though the light in here is gray,
And I'm smiling all the way, all the way.

Before the bugle sounds,
You will shine like a flower in the ground,
Before the bugles ring,
Before the crying of the raindrops of the spring.

The sentimental gentemen,
They play marraccas and the tablas in the band,
There's talk of movies and the east,
And something whispers that the future is deceased.

I'm a lymie hon,
I'm a proselytizing, righteous kind of son-of-a-gun,
Place your loins before your grail,
And take vacations from the feelings that you fail.

I am lying on the floor,
I am trying not to be here anymore,
But I am smiling all the way,
I only came to say goodbye, to say goodbye.


When These Sands Are Beds Again

When again these sands are beds,
When these sands are beds again,
Once then found by hands and legs,
Once then formed by heads and limbs,
By then will things condemned begin,
To find revenge in flames and wind,
To make amends by violence,
The judgements of defenseless men.

She has said that she believes,
In kinds of modern prophecy,
But all she wants is to fall asleep,
On a bed of sand on a distant beach,
She has said that she has seen,
A vision in a restless dream,
She has said (and I agree),
That this is not the place to be.

Say goodbye to me my friend,
I leave you as the evening ends,
Say goodbye to me my love,
I leave you as the morning comes,
If this is not a plague my dear,
I will return within a year,
And if in time I don't appear,
I'll be the wind inside your hair.

When again these sands are beds,
When these sands are beds again,
Once then found by hands and legs,
Once then formed by heads and and limbs,
The sea will sooth the wounds of them,
Who's salt will be their medecine,
And fruit will drop from trees that bend,
When these sands are beds again.

MISC. 2000-2004

Hell's Angels

The Hell's Angels passed out on a corner by 3,
It was good, it was good, it was good to finally hear them sing,
And it's good, and it's good, and it's good the way she comforts me.

When a time will come for us to put forward a foot,
Does it mean, does it mean, does it mean we must forget what is good?
If it does then it seems that it means we must forget that we should.

I feed my friends in surplus on the company bill,
They're convinced of a reason to steal if I'm conviced of a will
And I'm convinced of the instinct to pillage so I do what I feel.

When we dared to believe that the answers to these questions of ours,
Could be found in the dirt as soon as could be found in the stars,
It was then we would measure in moments what they measure in yards.

And a chair is pleeted with star charts and mappings of man,
Let the wizard decipher precisely what the fools understand,
And in the chair of their earth and their sky they will recline where they stand.

And the Hell's Angels passed out while singing with me,
It is good that we live, and I leave them in a comforting sleep,
And if it is then it was and I laugh beacause it always will be.


This City

This city was won from the arrows,
Who's heads are now buried in the sand,
Like a field that was won from the scarecrows,
That hold no weapons without hands,
That hold no defenses or commands.

I drink in the morning when I need to,
Which is always when I'm drunk the night before,
I say at times that I never really mean to,
But in secret I think it a sweet and a just reward,
For humoring a static docile world.

And there are petals in the gutters of the roses,
That were lifted from the ground before they dried,
My eye will shed a tear before it closes,
And I'll wake up and I'll feel so sick inside,
And in the gutter like a petal will I lie.

I feel like I'm alone in Eden,
With nothing but a premonition and a flask,
And everyone is juggling and repeating,
Holding apples in a serpant suit and mask,
For they would rather be evil than be bad.

And so this city will be lost to the apples,
Who's seeds are now buried in its core,
But I will have long since drowned my troubles,
In the ciders of Sodom and Gemmorrah,
And I'll pass out as I've passed out before.


I Had A Child

I had a child that was a dying child and it begged me to let it go,
I saw a lake that was a silver lake but a frozen embryo,
Flushed from a mouth by a tide, touched but in an ugly way,
Left gray in the final evening of the final day.

I sent a boat down a dirty stream that corroded the gleam of its hull,
I knew the remains by touch and by name and by the size of the skull,
A pink division ensues, I'm blinded by and early dawn,
That highlights the widow's walk I'm walking on.

Take me away from this swollen place that poisons and cripples the young,
I want to be where I can see the moon and the stars and the sun,
There are no horizons here, and every end is in sight,
The sky is a dull reflection of electric lights.

But maybe I'm fated to always remain in an autumn of permanent red,
That conveys though in glorious ways what is living but what will soon be dead,
In an ampuputated land, anesthetized from above,
Fleeting as a perfect stranger to a perfect love.


Running Around Again On Me

I was urging to see you when I heard you were returning on Saturday,
I just got paid and could affort to take you out to eat,
Every once in a while I'll get done up in the classy way,
That you don't deny you prefer I try always to be,
But I think you're running around again on me.

There's some forboding in the tone of the telephone that is ringing for you,
And I know that you're home but you've decided that you're not answering,
And there is something about how you say you're going out but don't mention with who,
And how you just got a few new big words in you vocabulary,
And I think you're running around again on me.

And you're not subtle babe, and being a cuckhold babe's embarrassing,
It's like being a bull in a strap with a tack in your ass,
And all I can do is to try to think who is this man you're seeing,
And why oh why this sort of thing comes to pass.

And sooner or later I'll be no stranger to Jack and Jim,
And asking the Good Lord what I did to deserve this deceit,
And in sorrow regretting the image I am getting of you shagging him,
And driving around town in his new red Ferrari,
'Cause I think you're running around again on me.

Yes, I think you're running around again on me.