This is the voice of sand,
the sailors understand.
There is far more sea than sand.
There is far more sea than land.
Yo-ho.
Why is it so hard?
I try, and I try,
and I try,
and it's so hard.
Why is it so hard?
Make hay while the sun shines,
make hay while it shines.
See where the time goes.
See how it slips away.
I put its little coat on,
and tie its shoes,
and send it out the door, off to school.
I send it on its merry way to you.
Whooosh! My heart goes out to you.
Buup Buup-buup buup!
My heart goes out to you.
Does it seem strange?
Mark this day,
mark this day well.
See where the time goes.
See how it slips away.
Tomorrow,
tomorrow is another day.
Tomorrow,
tomorrow's another day.
(God willing another day.)
I'll get up early,
and I'll wake you up.
I live in hope.
I live in hope,
Live in hope, too.
Make hay while the sun shines,
make hay while it shines.
See where the time goes.
See how it slips away.
My eyes are growin tentacles for to grab you.
My eyes are growin hand grenades for to have you.
My eyes are growin tentacles for to grab you.
I live in a house without any windows.
My hands are growin spectacles for to grab you.
My hands are growin half the night for to have you.
My hands are growin spectacles for to grab you.
My hands are growin spectacles.
I live in a house without any windows.
I got a 40 watt bulb to light up my life.
My eyes are growin tentacles for to grab you.
My eyes are growin hand grenades for to have you.
My eyes are growin tentacles for to grab you.
My eyes are growin hand grenades.
I live in a house without any windows.
Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!
I want my shoes.
And I'm gonna walk, walk, walk!
Here I go.
Listen to me!
Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!
I want it all.
I want it all, now!
Okay.
Now, I'm gonna sing sweet.
Now, I'm gonna sing pretty now.
Ooaaaaaah-oooo-oo!
I want more.
I want my shoes.
(Tie 'em for me please!)
Watch me go.
I can feel it.
Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!
I've sung my song.
And I've beat my drum.
I've sung my song.
And I've beat my drum.
Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!
Hey, where's everybody going?
Come back.
Wait!
Hey, I'm over here!
I didn't mean it.
Come back.
Are things clouds or clocks?
What's a swarm of gnats got to do with a pile of rocks,
with a pile of rocks?
What have a bucket and a clean slate got in common?
Let's go straight over.
What are we waiting for?
We should be able to get there easy.
What are we waiting for?
Life stinks
I'm seeing pink
I can't wink
I can't blink
I like the Kinks
I need a drink
I can't think
I like the Kinks
My baby says, my baby says
We can live in the empty spaces of this life
My baby says, my baby says
Far away the stars are coming all undone
My baby says, my baby says
My baby says, but that's far away
and we're young
My baby says, my baby says
And if the devil comes we'll shoot him with a gun
My baby says, my baby says
We can live in the empty spaces of this life
My baby says, my baby says
In the desert sands our hearts are brighter than the sun
My baby says, my baby says
When the devil comes we'll shoot him with a gun
My baby says, my baby says
The sun never sets on this world I have found.
There's no reason.
No, no reason.
I will wait.
Saw secret scenes in the cracks of the cities,
secret scenes in the seams of the world.
I will wait.
I believe in practicalities,
practicalities are possibilities.
I will wait.
And this occurs:
In my heart,
if that is where one feels,
I surely feel
your head lying back sending peals
of laughter to ring a bell,
the bell I ring to call you here to me.
Telephone, telephone
please bring me news when I'm alone.
If it can be done I would be very grateful.
Is that a horse,
whose footsteps I hear approaching,
on the run from some strange unknown danger,
or just my heart beating so noisily?
One never really knows until it's far too late to tell.
It's the sun I wait for in the morning,
and the moon I long to see setting in the evening.
When night lies ahead,
and day is through,
Hang my head - believe that I've died -
I'm fryin fish by the riverside.
You the way, the way back home,
Honey Moon.
All the world is like a one arm man,
swimming hard the best that he can.
I'll be the one, you never know.
Honey Moon, I miss you so.
Honey Moon.
Cloudy sky, looks like rain.
Stand aside for the start of some pain.
I get so tired it's like I'm another man.
Say no more, the rest I know.
I never like it when that part of me shows.
Cover up, cuz I think that I'm needin.
Honey Moon, I'm already bleedin.
All the world is like a one arm man,
swimming hard the best that he can.
I'll be the one, you never know.
Honey Moon, I miss you so.
Honey Moon.
Swing low. I know.
Saw the pot called a heart of gold -
Hung around it like a one eye dog.
Fix the roof?
Believe that I'll try.
I might know better when it's day or it's night,
Stand by, I think that I'm sleepin.
Outside, the corn it is creepin.
All the world is like a one arm man,
swimming hard the best that he can.
I'll be the one, you never know.
Honey moon, I miss you so.
Honey Moon.
Honey Moon.
Maybe you see further than I can see,
or maybe things just look differently
Maybe I'm nothing but a shadow on the wall
Maybe love's a tomb where you dance at night
Maybe sanctuary is an electric light
I get so tired it's like I'm another man,
and everything I see seems so underhanded
I don't see anything that I want,
and I don't see anything that I want
Image, object and illusion
go down to the corner
where none of the faces fit a human form,
where nothing I see there isn't deformed,
where in a secret lab works a Doctor Moreau,
and no private eye's gotta tell me it's a long goodbye
I get so tired it's like I'm another man,
and everything I see seems so underhanded
I don't see anything that I want,
and I don't see anything that I want
This doesn't seem to be a very happy person.
This says, pain.
Cigarette smoke.
This says, pain.
This doesn't seem to be a very happy person.
This says, pain.
This says...
Shuffle.
Stop striving.
Stop,
stop striving.
Useless.
Give up.
Come home.
This says, goodbye.
Throw it all up in the air.
Crash!
Psshhh!
Bang-bang,
Here's to the small things that give pleasure.
Here's to the everyday things that bring a smile.
My hands are complicated thoughts.
My hands are complicated,
but my feet just wanna go.
Here's to the finer points that mean everything.
Here's to the details that so often get overlooked:
the way one day fades into another;
the way simple desires get expressed
(What's the bus that goes by here?)
Here's to the best things.
Here's to the things that give God pleasure.
Here's to the things that make God smile.
The small victories are big ones.
And as one day fades to another,
as the past fills up with failure,
hope some people say, He's a wild one.
Anyway...
You know I'm a rolling stone.
You know I been born to be alone.
But I'm just happy to be me.
Mona, my Mona, she comes to me from Arizona.
Bombay, Talinn -
pretty places that I've never seen.
You know I been born to roam.
I grab my hat.
That's my home.
Mona loves Popeye.
Mona loves Popeye.
Mona loves Popeye, loves Popeye, loves Popeye.
Who knows the hearts of men?
I've heard it all, but then again...
You know I been born to run.
Mona, my Mona, she comes to me from Arizona.
I'm just happy to be me -
a cartoon sailor on a cartoon sea.
Mona loves Popeye.
Mona loves Popeye.
Mona loves Popeye, loves Popeye, loves Popeye.
I hope some people say, He's a wild one.
Anyway...
I hang my hat.
It's time to go.
Mona, my Mona, she comes to me from Arizona.
Mona, my Mona, she comes to me from Arizona.
I'm just happy to be me -
It had a hard day's night.
It had a harvest moon.
It had a breeze like a lover's hand.
It couldn't come too soon.
A-ha hey, you better...
Take it awhile, awhile to be there.
Take it awhile, awhile to be there.
I heard an old man cry like a tortured land,
where to play through the scene was more than he could
stand.
Yeah, you better...
Take it awhile, awhile to be there.
Take it awhile, awhile to be there.
It was a long walk home -
oh, to come to you.
Through the heat of a rising land, I saw a writhing moon.
A-hey!
Take it awhile, awhile to be there.
Don't fret now.
Don't be so tired.
No mope, mope, mope-a-dope!
No, it's not as bad as all of that.
Don't be no misery goat!
"How are ya?"
"How are ya?"
"How are ya?"
I could cry.
I could just cry.
Oh, the tears fall down.
(I've got one bright hope.)
(I've got one ride home.)
I sang three songs and marched around,
marched around,
marched around.
I sang three songs and marched around.
Looka here.
Here comes the poetry!
"I'm a cave with the wind inside."
"I'm a shell with the sound of the surf inside!"
What?!
What's the point, hunh?
Don't be no misery goat!
(I've got one bright hope.)
I gotta get holda myself.
I gotta pull myself up by my socks.
I gotta grab myself by the collar and shake!
The birdies are singing.
The birdies are saying what I want to say.
Now watch this close.
(Oh, I should say 'closely.')
Here we go!
The foot goes up.
And the foot goes down.
And so I move along.
And actually get somewhere,
actually get somewhere.
And when the feet,
the big feet get tangled...
Bang!
And I fall down on the ground?
Well, I get back up.
I get right back up!
A tree,
a dog,
a cat,
a house,
a car,
fireplug,
mailman.
Dumpdee dump.
Dumpdee da.
Look at me!
I've got my feet on the ground.
And my head in the air.
And I'm moving along.
The wind's going through.
And my hair's standing straight out behind.
And I'm moving along.
I'm standing up.
Go on home. Don't you know I was the spy in the heart
of our home?
The double life of a provocateuris like the doctor who
won't provide the cure.
Come home. Nobody's waiting.
Come home. Somebody cares.
Come home. I left the light on.
Come home. Nobody's there.
Go on home. Don't you know I was the spy in the heart
of our home?
The double life of a provocateuris like the doctor who
won't provide the cure.
Come home. Nobody's waiting.
Come home. Somebody cares.
Come home. I'm at the freeway.
Come home. Nobody's there.
In the backseat of a blue fin mystery I hang my head
and cry.
Outside the night birds call. Early morning mists swim
free.
I'm at the bridge and the river's enraged.
I'm a bird but that bird's encaged.
I'm a free man otherwise engaged.
I'm a fool.
I'm a fool.
Go on home. Don't you know I was the spy in the heart
of our home?
The double life of a provocateuris like the doctor who
won't provide the cure.
Come home. Nobody's waiting.
Come home. Somebody cares.
Come home. I left the light on.
Come home. Nobody's there.
In the dim light of the New Dawn I shake the cold out
of my hands.
The radio is on and I look for the lights of the road.
I say to myself, I'm at the bridge and the river's
enraged.
I'm a bird but that bird's encaged.
I'm a free man otherwise engaged.
I'm a fool.
I'm a fool.
Go on home. Don't you know I was the spy in the heart
of our home?
The double life of a provocateuris like the doctor
I think about you all of the time.
I did this.
And I went there.
And I think about you all of the time.
The day fades away.
And the night passes over.
And I think about you all of the time.
I think about you all of the time.
Here come my shoes.
Here comes me!
One, two.
One...
I think about you all of the time.
Step after step.
Block after block.
I think about you all of the time.
The day fades away.
And the night passes over.
And I think about you all of the time.
I think about you all of the time.
I hear.
I say.
I see. I do.
I think about you.
He'll be the red guard
She'll be the new world
He'll wear his grey cap
and she'll wave her red book
He'll tell her
One way?
I want you all ways
One way
And then they'll sing
I was lost at sea
She was lost with me
Then across the broad horizon
out on the Big Waves
I saw it coming
I saw the red guard
I saw the new world
I saw the Big Wall
out on the Big Waves
Hooray!
(That's what I had to say)
Hooray!
We will purify
We must purify
For the sake of that security we all want
We will purify
He'll be the red guard
She'll be the new world
He'll wear his grey cap
Baby... oh, Fire, light my life on fire.
Baby... oh, Fire, light my life on fire.
That junk is oh so flammable.
That flame is not containable.
Baby on fire -
She is incendiarial.
And in the cool hours of the nite,
she kisses me and it rips my head off.
You know her name, rhymes with gasoline.
Her perfume, I think it's turpenteen.
And I feel alive,
and I hope it's love.
Caroleen, Caroleen, Caroleen, Caroleen.
Caroleen, Caroleen, Caroleen, Caroleen.
And in the dawn of the day,
when the sun sets the night on fire and it has burned
away,
she looks at me with those eyes.
She looks at me with those eyes and I say, Honey, light
it up!
And I feel alive,
and I hope it's love.
Caroleen, Caroleen, Caroleen, Caroleen.
Caroleen, Caroleen, Caroleen, Caroleen.
I love the way she smells,
the way her scent hangs on the morning dew.
She wakes my dreams up.
She shakes my dreams apart.
You know her name, rhymes with gasoline.
Her perfume, I think it's turpenteen.
And I feel alive,
and I hope it's love.
Caroleen, Caroleen, Caroleen, Caroleen.
Caroleen, Caroleen, Caroleen, Caroleen.
Caroleen, Caroleen, Caroleen, Caroleen.
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
Who do you see in Caligari's mirror?
How do you like those pranksters' cheats,
so early in the morning?
Hey-Hey! Boozie sailors!
Missed the boat.
What to do?!
Hey-Hey! Boozie sailors!
Missed the boat.
What to do?!
Hey-Hey! Woozie sailors!
What a mess.
Tie `em down!
Walked around.
Took a bus.
Took a bus.
Walked around.
Took a bus. Walked around.
Walked around. Took a bus.
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
Who do you see in Caligari's mirror?
Why do you like those pranksters' cheats,
so early in the morning?
Hey-Hey! Boozie sailors!
Missed the boat.
What to do?!
Hey-Hey! Woozie sailors!
What a mess.
Tie `em down!
Hey-Hey! Oozie sailors!
Up she rises.
Dog day afternoon by the sea.
I think about you.
What am I gonna do?
Sorrow's hangin over me.
Let me walk with you cuz it's breaking my heart.
The things that we had,
the good and the bad - now it's parking lots.
Don't let's talk about tomorrow -
Baby, standin at the edge of sorrow.
Let's watch the whole world goin slow.
Let's watch the whole world goin.
I know my way round town.
Used to live around here.
I know the sites to see,
the things they mean to me,
and how we tore it down.
Let me walk with you cuz it's breaking my heart.
The things that we had,
the good and the bad - now it's parking lots.
Don't let's talk about tomorrow -
Baby, standin at the edge of sorrow.
Let's watch the whole world just goin slow.
Let's watch the whole world goin slow.
Unh-hunh.
It was a dream.
Nah, but it was a tin can.
Not a dream - man, it was a tin can.
Had I not kicked that...
Had I not kicked that...
Had it clattered in the gutter when it bounced down the
sidewalk...
Had I not...
Keep that.
Don't let's talk about tomorrow -
Baby, standin at the edge of sorrow.
Let's watch the whole world goin slow.
Let's watch the whole world goin so.
In my head is a white room where all the good things go.
A man with a bag walks into -
Leaves it on the floor and goes.
Goodbye, Mr Man.
See you again, see you again next Tuesday.
Lost luggage, broken keys, and an empty room -
I've got a job for life.
I got a job for life.
I got a job for life.
I am free.
I am free.
There is a shadow hangin over me.
It's dark and gray and blocks the sun,
and I think it's you.
The sun does not warm me.
The clean rain does not fall.
In my head is a white room where all the good things go.
A man with a bag walks in,
drops it on the floor and he goes.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Somehow I must love the pain
The hollow earth, on it the sound of rain
Burn my home
Burn my shoes
Burn down the glorified Home of the Blues
Wake up! Don't be slow
Drunken sailors are blockin up the main road
They're up in arms, reeling on their feet
or millin round, they're marchin on the Home of the
Blues
Marchin on the Home of the Blues
Marchin on the Home of the Blues
Marchin on the Home of the Blues
Marchin on the Home of the Blues
Say my name low and sweet
Then you'll go away, we'll never meet
In awhile I'll be there too, standing in the rain
marchin on the home of the blues
Marchin on the Home of the Blues
Marchin on the Home of the Blues
Marchin on the Home of the Blues
Marchin on the Home of the....
Nobody can feel all the things that we feel
And nobody knows how it is always leaving and never to
Marchin on the Home of the Blues
Marchin on the Home of the Blues
Marchin on the Home of the Blues
Marchin on the Home of the Blues
Marchin on the Home of the Blues
Marchin on the Home of the Blues
Marchin on the Home of the Blues
(There is a house I know and it's called The Dust In My
Eye, The Dust In My Eye.)
There is a town I know with a street that's weird - it's
silent.
On a street I go is a house with the name The Dust In My
Eye.
Last night I dreamt & it seemed so clear - you were
there, you were there.
Last night I dreamt & it seemed so clear.
And I know that it's you.
So I hope that it's you.
I fear it's you, so I hope it's you.
And I know that it's you.
So I hope that it's you.
I fear it's you, so I hope it's you.
In the dusk of the day under old city walls I howl.
And I call for a light and I howl like it's lust - only
the drunks are out.
And they know my name and they all like to say, We're
glad that you're here.
We're glad that you're here.
And I know that it's you.
So I hope that it's you.
I fear it's you, so I hope it's you.
And I know that it's you.
So I hope that it's you.
Y'gotta have happiness.
Y'gotta have home.
Y'gotta have heart.
Y'gotta have hands.
Y'gotta have horns.
Y'gotta have hope.
Y'gotta have happiness.
Y'gotta have -
"Help!"
Today?
Today, I drank beer,
boiled water,
made a face,
showed no idea.
And I had a good time.
I had a real good time.
Then one time...
thought
There's a fly in the ointment.
It's a speck of a fly,
but a fly nonetheless.
There's a fly in the ointment,
It's a speck of a fly,
but a fly nonetheless.
It's a picnic!
Dark cloud.
Fly in the ointment.
It's a picnic!
Put out the cloth on the ant hill.
It's a picnic!
Dark cloud.
Fly in the ointment.
What?
I see confusion -
It's a picnic!
I see confusion -
It's a picnic!
We'll sit around,
and sit around,
and wait.
Picnic time!
It's a picnic!
Don't rock the boat!
We'll sit around,
and sit around,
It was the sound he heard.
It was a funny thing to feel.
It was the sound he heard.
It was a funny, funny thing to feel.
Bubbles!
Bubbles of air.
Sinking down fast.
I must have been looney.
It was the sound he heard.
What a funny thing to feel!
It was the sound he heard.
What a funny, funny thing to feel!
Yellow walls.
Dishes!
Dishes!
Dishes!
All for love of you.
I must have been looney.
It was the sound he heard.
What a funny thing to feel!
He had to talk about -
He had to talk about that funny thing.
Don't panic.
Don't! Don't panic.
Here it comes.
Water.
Water is the sound he heard.
Water.
Flew off early in the haze of dawn
In a metal dragon locked in time,
Skimming waves of an underground sea
In some kind of a dream world fantasy
Sun a hot circle on a canopy,
'25 a racing blot on a bright green sea
Ahead the dim blur of an alien land,
Time to give ourselves to strange gods' hands
Dark flak spiders bursting in the sky,
Reaching twisted claws on every side
No place to run,
No place to hide,
No turning back on a suicide ride
Toy city streets crawling through my sights,
Sprouting clumps of mushrooms like a world surreal
This dream won't ever seem to end,
And time seems like it'll never begin
30 seconds,
And a one way ride
30 seconds,
And no place to hide
I had a plan ready.
It called for common sense.
How on earth it ever failed!?
I want the evidence!
I can't believe that I, I can't believe it.
I can't believe that I can't believe it.
And so she cried - had to be coincidence.
How will I ever know?
I want a second chance.
I can't believe that I, I can't believe it.
I can't believe that I can't believe it.
I can't believe that I, I can't believe it.
I can't believe that I can't believe it.
Was that a swinging door?
Who let all the bugs in?
How can a person think?
Back to the top. Again.
I can't believe that I, I can't believe it.
I can't believe that I can't believe it.
I had a plan ready.
It called for common sense.
How it failed!?
I want the evidence.
I can't believe that I, I can't believe it.
I can't believe that I can't believe it.
Oh I can't believe that I, I can't believe it.
Oh I can't believe that I can't believe.
Oh I can't believe that I, I can't believe it.
There’s a Diner out on Route Three Twenty Two.
Western Pennsylvania.
I spent my life there one afternoon.
I can’t get that stretch of road
Out of my head.
I hear it when I
Take a shower
Reading the paper.
I’d look up and see it
Across the valley.
They tore down the Starlight
And down at the end of the road
Built a big Day’s Inn.
Blocks the view.
But I know that road’s still there
I can feel it wherever I go.
Whatever I’m doing
It knows that I’m still here.
And it's waitin’.
We are abandoned.
Lies own the word.
All the pictures and
All the museums
In the world
Are just a sham
Peeking played
By the clever people
Who broke the rules.
Reality is defined by the needs of the
Media
History is rewritten
Faster than it can happen.
Culture’s a weapon
That’s used against us.
Culture’s a swamp.
And a superstition;
Ignorance and abuse.
Geography is a language
That can’t screw up.
Land,
And what we add to it
Cannot lie.
It’s also like a mirror
In which we see ourselves,
Or choose to turn away.
Watch it now.
Watch it.
In the ghost town
inside of my heart
all the downtown
is parking lots
At the drug store
at 9th & Payne
they stock the bitter pills
They say
Will we see you again next Tuesday?
What more can we do for you, Mr Johnson, sir?
Pass the word around them Golden Pools
I've been elected King of the Fools
At the barber shop
they never close
They'll cut your hair
They'll shine your suit
Ya look fine, mistah
Ya look sharp
We can tell how well you play the part!
Pass the word around them Golden Pools
I've been elected King of the Fools
In the ghost town
inside of my heart
all the downtown
is parking lots
And in the rain the streets are on fire...
At the city hall the mayor gives away the key
He says
Look around
Make yourself at home
Everything we do for you is our pleasure!
Pass the word around them Golden Pools
I've been elected King of the Fools
In the ghost town
inside of my heart
all your downtown
Down to the bus
into the town
our poor boy can't get around
Eight fifty-five
down at the show
she leaves early
He'll never know
Cuz our poor boy
believes in chance
he'll never get the modern dance
Under the door there's an eye on the place
He watches for the shadows race
Watch real close
Look real fast
He's in touch
It'll never last
Cuz our poor boy
believes in chance
Monday night I had a vision or two.
Monday night I saw life going on without you.
I fell on my knees,
scrubbed down the floor,
looked out the door.
I said, Baby, baby, please!
Monday night I had a vision or two.
Monday night I wondered what I'd want without you.
I fell on my knees,
scrubbed down the floor,
looked out the door.
I said, Baby, baby, please!
Monday night I had a mission to do.
Monday night I took a look at my life without you.
Fell on my knees,
scrubbed down the floor,
looked out the door.
I've got these arms & legs that flipflop
flip flop
I've got these arms & legs that flipflop
flip flop
I've got these arms & legs that flipflop
flip-flip-flip, I have desire
"Freedom!"
I have desire
"Somewhere to go!"
(Boy! that sounds swell)
In my ears I heard a hurricane blow
In my ears I heard a hurricane grow
In my ears I heard a hurricane glow
I have desire
"Freedom!"
I have desire
"Somewhere to go!"
(Boy! that sounds swell)
I've got these arms & legs that flipflop
flip flop
I've got these arms & legs that flipflop
flip flop
I've got these arms & legs that flipflop
flip-flip-flop, I have desire
"Freedom!"
I have desire
"Somewhere to go!"
In the dark I get so confused
I fall in love like I fall from grace
I wander round,
wonder where I went
I wander round,
wonder where I went through the,
the blank spaces,
and the,
the empty places,
I don't get around & I don't fall in love
I need a car that can get me around
at night in the city where the air can shine
We'll drive around,
and oh!,
we'll fall in love
We'll drive around,
and oh!,
we'll fall in love
things will be alright
things'll be alright
things will be alright
things'll be alright
Any day is half a night.
I'll be the moon.
You hold the light.
You don't wanna know what's been beached on the sand.
The worse it gets the more I understand.
Les haricots sont pas salé.
Something weird is coming this way.
Cling to me - I will cover you.
Don't it seem to be like a honeymoon?
Mountains rumble.
The rivers sway.
Run to me - there's a storm on the way.
You don't wanna be alone with the truth on the lam.
The worse it gets the more I understand.
Les haricots sont pas salé.
Something weird is coming this way.
Cling to me - I will cover you.
Don't it seem to be like a honeymoon?
Is it a dream?
Darkly so.
Is it a dream?
Darkly so.
So smiles all around - maybe nobody knows.
You don't wanna be near when the fear grips the land.
The worse it gets the more I understand.
Les haricots sont pas salé.
Something weird is coming this way.
Cling to me - I will cover you.
Don't it seem to be like a honeymoon?
Les haricots sont pas salé.
Something weird is coming this way.
Cling to me - I will cover you.
In the state of Montana,
in the Year of the Ford,
Nineteen hundred & fifty-four,
people are leaving,
they're driving all night.
Women are crying,
they're frozen in lights.
And we roll on the river.
Our river is black.
Our river is deep.
Headlights & moonlight,
a space full of grief.
Secrets and heartaches must carry the load.
The heart of the thing is the thing we don't know.
And we roll out the barrels.
Lo & behold, the night is too long.
Anchored in heartache,
afraid of the dawn,
nobody changes.
The truth is all gone.
Bosses say, Everybody must go.
The bride swayed barefoot there on the sidewalk you could
fry an egg.
Not a shade of a cloud. Not a breath of a breeze
disturbed her dress or hair.
Round at her feet burst by the dust a ghost rain dropped
like tears.
We waltzed cross Texas. We waltzed by the sea.
We waltzed through the tears.
And it seemed like a good idea. It seemed like a good
idea.
How it seemed like a good idea!
The bride swayed barefoot there by the sidewalk while the
day stood still.
Not a shade of a cloud. Not a breath of a breeze played
on her face as she said, We can't go on like nothing is
wrong. Don't be that cruel to me.
We waltzed cross Texas. We waltzed by the sea.
We waltzed through the tears.
And it seemed like a good idea. It seemed like a good
idea.
How It seemed like a good idea!
And it seemed like a good idea. It seemed like a good
idea.
Well! It seemed like a good idea.
The bride swayed barefoot there on the sidewalk you could
How I wish we could take this moment and freeze it.
To come back again and again and again -
to hold it to the light.
Now, turn it in our hands and study all the angles.
To find out how and why it's gotta go the way that it
goes.
We have the technology not available before.
We have the technology.
But thinkers and poets of the past -
oh, no, they had to leap into the dark so blindly.
Whereas, we'll stand free and upright like men.
The day's golden light.
Linked with our machines our eyes are beaming.
It won't matter at all how weird things are seeming.
We have the technology not available before.
We have the technology.
We need the means to dig deeper.
To search below the surface appearance of things.
Worlds never dreamed of!
What a wonderful life if, darlin, that moment might be
found wherein we come unstuck completely.
Flap A from Slot B -
slappin in the wind.
We have the technology not available before.
It's the kiss of the tears stinging and cold.
The sum of the years. The story untold.
In the heart of our hearts. The heart of the soul.
At the heart of the hopes and the fears that we've known
know that we'll know we were throwing time away.
Breathlessly throwing time away. Throwing time away.
Recklessly throwing time away.
It's the dawn of the day that surely must come.
Married we've stayed but look what's been done.
In the heart of our hearts. The heart of the soul.
At the heart of the hopes and the fears that we've known
know that we'll know we were throwing time away.
Breathlessly throwing time away. Throwing time away.
Recklessly throwing time away.
Welcome to Mars!
It's open all hours.
Bill's in the back and Fred's on the phone, sayin,
"What are we doing here?"
Oh, he was sayin that you are never alone in the
Twilight Zone.
What are we doing here?
Waiting. For. Mary.
Waiting. For. Mary.
Waiting. For. Mary.
I oughta know but my memory is goin.
As bad as it seems maybe we're dreamin.
Don't mind the stares we've paid for these chairs.
And keep up that smile, it might be awhile.
What are we doing here?
Waiting. For. Mary.
Waiting. For. Mary.
Waiting. For. Mary.
Oh, I.
Won. Der. Why.
She. Can't. Be.
On. time. Ever?
What do you know, it had to be snowin!
I'm down on my knees.
I'm beggin you please.
Oh, what do you see?
Why, it had to be me, sayin, What?
What are we doing here?
Now, one at a time or all in a line, say it:
Waiting. For. Mary.
Waiting. For. Mary.
Waiting. For. Mary.
I've got a vacuum cleaner in my head
It sucks up everything I know
I've got a vacuum cleaner in my head
It sucks up everything I know
Darlin
I'm not tongue-tied
Darlin
I'm not tongue-tied
Darlin
But I've got a vacuum cleaner in my head
It sucks up everything I know
Darlin
I did not see the darkened sky.
I did not feel the pressure drop.
I walked down the primrose path.
I strolled along the garden walk.
The rain fell and washed away.
I built on sand.
I got swept away.
I went out and stirred the air.
(My soup was steeped in strange ideas.)
I breathed in.
I breathed out.
I breathed in.
I breathed out.
The rain fell and washed away.
I built on sand.
I got swept away.
I went out and looked around.
I went out. And I came back!
I walked down the primrose path.
I strolled along the garden walk.
The rain fell and washed away.
In this bar the beer won't work on me.
In this bar beer don't work on me.
All the men that hang around they are prayin they are
free.
All the women that hang around are lookin for a Bukowski.
But the rails have turned to rust,
and I see you laughin at the sea.
E pluribus unum, honey - the dust will set us free.
Is that fire in your eye?
On another night -
On another world -
In another planetary system -
I mighta been your lover.
I might've been your friend.
I might've been something in your life.
But the rails have turned to rust,
and I see you laughing at the sea
E pluribus unum, honey - the dust will set us free.
The thoughts may go where the winds may blow,
weigho-weigho.
Or they may steam ahead wake in tow,
weigho-weigho.
"Sizz fizz!"
Thoughts go by steam.
"Sizz fizz!"
Thoughts go by steam.
Thoughts may go where the tides dictate,
weigho-weigho.
Or they might navigate,
weigho-weigho.
"Sizz fizz!"
Where are the thoughts that go by steam?
Rolling over the ocean's expanse!
"Sizz fizz!"
How is it done?
Stoking with coal!
"Sizz fizz!"
Thoughts go by steam.
Smoke curling in a cloudless sky.
The hull churns the wash.
The engines impel the reply,
as the great wide sea unfolds its swells.
Thoughts that go by steam are something to see,
as they come into view of -
Tooting horns!
Tooting horns!
Thoughts that go by steam are met with jubilation,
all the banners & bands and the -
Tooting horns!
Tooting horns!
"Sizz fizz!"
Where are the thoughts that go by steam?
Rolling over the ocean's expanse!
"Sizz fizz!"
How is it done?
Stoking with coal!
"Sizz fizz!"
If the sun won't arrive in the morning.
And the moon won't arrive in the evening, too -
then we start to get a kind of picture of how it would
be to...
Baby, to live without you.
There's a hole in the bucket.
There's a rock in my shoe.
I'm working up a set of notions of how it would be
to...
Baby, to live without you.
Warning! Warning!
Here we have the deep water.
Danger: Strange Feelings.
Danger: Strange Feelings.
Five o'clock in the morning.
And there's something happening here.
Why, I finally get a kind of picture.
The point is coming through.
Clouds of mystery clear.
I drop down a hole.
I find a hollow earth.
I wake up in a land of extremes -
to find the worst that could be,
that everything would be just what it seems.
Warning! Warning!
Here we have the deep water.
Danger: Strange Feelings.
If the sun won't arrive in the morning.
And the moon won't arrive in the evening, too...
Then we start to get a kind of picture -
The light is coming through.
Clouds of mystery clear.
I drop down a hole.
I find a hollow earth.
I wake up in a land of extremes -
to find the worst that could be,
that everything would be just what it seems.
Warning! Warning!
There we have the deep water.
Hey, it's me again!
Hey!
It's ME again.
H e W a l k e d A g a i n.
Hey!
H e W a l k e d A g a i n.
HEY!
He had it on the run.
Run, run, run!
He hummed & hummed a zombie tune -
He whistled in the dark.
He hummed & hummed a zombie tune -
Whistled in the dark.
Put out the cat; put out the fire,
PUT OUT THE CAT.
Put out the cat; put out the fire,
PUT OUT THE CAT.
He had it on the run.
Run, run, run!
It was a dream; it was a tin can.
It was a dream.
It was a dream; it was a tin can.
It was a dream.
Had he kick, kicked that dream,
kicked that dream down the street?
He had it on the run.
Run, run, run!
(The rocks; he had it on the rocks!)
Abandoned.
I've been abandoned!
Put out the WHAT?
My life depends on this.
My life depends on this?
My life depends on THIS?!
Wild flowers n gravel pit towers,
Pecan-smoke 2 meat barbecue.
Shotgun shack by the roadside,
Blacktop Texas is everything it will be.
Loop road tornadas, hand grown tomatas -
Post Office Lady, Flatonia Next Right.
Two horses noddin at a leafless tree,
waitin in vain to be taken from the rain.
Black Sky crow is walking on the road,
walking on the road.
Pine Forest Cablevision.
Apartment Now Leasin.
Pop-a-Top Beverage & Bait Barn.
Fireworks - Buy One Get Five Free.
Texas is the land of the free.
Kreuz's is the king on the Lockhart rail line -
Hall full of trestle tables,
Fat soaked butcher paper,
beans sauerkraut soda pop beer.
Rough paper hand towels in a roll on a stick sittin
upright on every table in the joint.
Water fountain bags of chips german tata salad,
jalapenos in a brown bowl.
The fires in the pit have never been put out.
Old Texas lady slicin beef brisket,
faded floral print dress covered by an apron.
Is that enough? she says.
She knows.
No, I say, more please.
Butcher paper one knife no fork white bread -
Vegetarians Exit Now Please.
Texas is the land of the free.
No Teeth Barbecue, Rockdale, Texas -
Man in the window watches crop dusters next door.
If I lived in Hutto I'd nearly be home now.
Out among the farm roads,
headin for the county line,
lookin for the water towers, bringin in the sheaves -
Texas is the land of the free.
Thelma's in Houston is closed on Sunday.
Best catfish in all the state of Texas.
The meat's pulled from the pit at the stroke of noon.
Line grows long in a shack in an urban field sittin in
the shadows of the chrome.
Man in a big hat born into a black suit says, Pass a
menu if you would please.
One slab of ribs, one pound any Meat.
Whole chicken 1/2 chicken ham ribs links beef.
Green beans pinto beans tata salad cole slaw,
Okra dirty rice or yams.
2 slices white bread sealed in a ziplock.
Peach sweet potato apple/lemon chocolate butter pie,
Cheese peppers soda or tea.
Texas is the land of the free.
Salt Lick in Driftwood is no beer family style -
3 meat platter bowl of beans slaw tata salad,
Onions pickles two slices white bread Texas style.
Order in order out order online,
Order by mail fax toll free anytime.
The waitress is a middle age ex-hippie chick,
who's found her a life in a hill country family
schtick.
Honey you will not leave eatin only that much.
Bottomless refills more meat more beans whole lotta
slaw please.
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