Desperate Endeavors (2012)

Actors

• Paul Ben-Victor (actor)
• Samrat Chakrabarti (actor)
• Robert Clohessy (actor)
• Gulshan Grover (actor)
• Joseph R. Gannascoli (actor)
• Robert Youngren (actor)
• Kristina Klebe (actress)
• Salim Khassa (director)
• Salim Khassa (writer)
• Salim Khassa (producer)
• Salim Khassa (editor)
• Heather Quick (miscellaneous crew)
• Marcus Slabine (miscellaneous crew)
• Eli Gurevich (miscellaneous crew)
• Kelvin Hale (actor)

Genres

• Comedy
• Drama

Taglines:

Based on an awe inspiring true story.
Get it today. Pay for it later. Welcome to America.

Wrongfully Accused (1998)

Actors

• Mary Black (actress)
• Ellie Harvie (actress)
• Benjamin Ratner (actor)
• Sandra Bernhard (actress)
• French Tickner (actor)
• Michael York (actor)
• Duncan Fraser (actor)
• Leslie Nielsen (actor)
• Gerard Plunkett (actor)
• Alex Diakun (actor)
• Aaron Pearl (actor)
• Pat Proft (actor)
• Richard Crenna (actor)
• Shari Lewis (actress)
• Ellen Kennedy (actress)

Genres

• Action
• Comedy
• Thriller

Taglines:

It's not just a movie. It's every movie.
Somewhere in the naked city lurks a one-armed, one-legged, one-eyed man responsible for the murder for which Ryan Harrison has been wrongfully accused. To find him, all Ryan needs is a clue.
Walk a mile in his shoes. Wash your socks afterward.
Wanted: Killer with 1 eye 1 leg 1 arm
A true story based on real events from other actual movies

Quotes:

Lauren: Ryan and I were having sex! Hot steamy, sweaty sex! My body tingled orgasm after orgasm...::Sgt. Orono: Lady, I just asked for your name.::Lauren: Oh... Mrs. Hibbing Goodhue.

Ryan Harrison: [to Sean] Right? Signal "yes" by shooting yourself in the head three times.::Lauren: Don't, it's a trick!

Ryan Harrison: Your dog sure has a surprised look on his face.::Lauren: That's because you're looking at his butt.::Ryan Harrison: Uh, then he's certainly not going to enjoy that treat I just fed to him.

Cass Lake: Cass Lake.::Ryan Harrison: No, Ryan Harrison. You're mixing me up with some woman.

Lt. Fergus Falls: You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say may be held against you. One nation, indivisible, till death do us part.

Violinist: [Crying at the violin concert] Oh, that's so sad!

Ryan Harrison: [after bus crash] I can't see!::Bus Prisoner: Take the waste-basket off your head.::Ryan Harrison: [Takes it off] I still can't see!::Bus Prisoner: Take the other one off.

Ryan Harrison: Sit down, Pancakes. Of all the women in all the world, you had to walk into mine.::Cass Lake: I'm sure if we just talk all night, we can work this out.::Ryan Harrison: Sure, Slappy. Let's pull out that wad of cotton and get right to the aspirin. You hired a hit man. You wanted Hibbing dead. I saw the two of you arguing. And you were sizzling like a wiener on a hibachi.

Ryan Harrison: [to Cass Lake] Your lies are like bananas. They come in big yellow bunches!

Lt. Fergus Falls: Alright listen up, people. Our man will be on foot and running. A man that's tired, a man that's possibly hurt will have a stride of 4 ft, 2 and 3/4 inches while wearing boxer shorts. Four feet even, with the restrictions of a brief. Which means he will cover four miles in one hour. He's got an hour and 3/4 start on us. He'll take to the nearest highway. He'll commandeer a car or hop on a truck. [Ryan is in a garbage can for hiding on the back of a truck] Now, the average elevation in this area is 2,057 feet 2 and ¼ inches, with one exception. He will take any chances, do anything to stay a free man. Climb, hike, rappel. Hell, even fall down a damn mountain. [Ryan falls down the steepest hill in the whole wide world inside the garbage can] It's a wilderness out there so this citified sophisticate better watch himself. He's in the heart of bear country. [Ryan bumps heads with a bear] This fiddle player will be hungry, famished, starved. His last meal was twelve hours ago. [an eagle feeds Ryan in his nest] This boy's on the run. He'll head for the city, a large city. He'll try to lose himself in a crowd. [Ryan is at the Million Man March] And wherever he goes, he will feel hundreds of eyes are staring his way. No matter what he does, no matter where he goes, he will feel hunted. And my friends, you are looking at the hunter! Bagley!::Sgt. Tina Bagley: Sir!::Lt. Fergus Falls: I want roadblocks around a 10-mile radius. Set up communications with all law enforcement. That's state, county, city! Get me Governor Carlson. I may need the National Guard. [Waitress walks by] Diet coke, no ice. Alright, people. I want Harrison caught in 4 hours and 28 minutes. That will make it exactly high noon. Now let's move it!

The Charlie Horse Music Pizza (1998)

Actors

• Ian Doig (miscellaneous crew)
• Dom DeLuise (actor)
• Shawn Williamson (producer)
• Connie Rusgen (miscellaneous crew)
• Shari Lewis (actress)
• Shari Lewis (actress)
• Shari Lewis (actress)
• Shari Lewis (actress)
• Dan Joffre (actor)
• Chantal Strand (actress)
• Alan Ari Lazar (composer)
• Eric Mazer (miscellaneous crew)
• Keri Shawn Cicolani (miscellaneous crew)
• Heidi Lingren (miscellaneous crew)
• Stan Jacobson (director)

Genres

• Family

Lambchop Filmography

• Far Off Town Dunedin to Nashville
  2006, role: composer
• Lucy Barks!
  1996, role: actor , character name: Themselves

Lambchop Filmography

• Moving On
  2011, role: composer

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Hellmouth - Lambchop
• Grumpass - Lambchop
• Nothing But A Blur From A Bullet Train - Lambchop
• My Blue Wave - Lambchop
• I Would Have Waited Here All Day - Lambchop
• I Will Drive Slowly - Lambchop
• I'm Thinking Of A Number (between 1 & 2) - Lambchop
• The Distance From Her To There - Lambchop
• Because You Are The Very Air He Breathes - Lambchop
• Hey Where's Your Girl - Lambchop
• I Hate Candy - Lambchop
• So I Hear You're Moving - Lambchop
• The Good Life (is Wasted) - Lambchop
• It's Not Alright - Lambchop
• The Militant - Lambchop
• The Scary Caroler - Lambchop
• Suzieju - Lambchop
• The Man Who Loved Beer - Lambchop
• Your Life As A Sequel - Lambchop
• Theone - Lambchop
• We Never Argue - Lambchop
• Life S Little Tragedy - Lambchop
• Smuckers - Lambchop
• About My Lighter - Lambchop
• I Haven't Heard A Word I've Said - Lambchop
• Each Time I Bring It Up It Seems To Bring You Down - Lambchop
• I've Been Lonely For So Long - Lambchop
• Interrupted - Lambchop
• I'm A Stranger Here - Lambchop
• Listen! - Lambchop
• Loretta Lung - Lambchop
• Life -2 - Lambchop
• Life's Little Tragedy - Lambchop
• My Face Your Ass - Lambchop
• Let's Go Bowling - Lambchop
• Is A Woman - Lambchop
• Something's Going On - Lambchop
• I Can Hardly Spell My Name - Lambchop
• I Believe In You - Lambchop
• Hickey - Lambchop
• You Masculine You - Lambchop
• Under The Same Moon - Lambchop
• What Else Could It Be - Lambchop
• What Was He Wearing - Lambchop
• Women Help To Create The Kind Of Men They Despise - Lambchop
• This Corrosion - Lambchop
• Under A Dream Of A Lie - Lambchop
• No, You C'mon - Lambchop
• Nixon - Lambchop
• How I Quit Smoking - Lambchop
• Breathe Deep - Lambchop
• Bon Soir Bon Soir - Lambchop
• Blame It On The Brunette - Lambchop
• Betweemus - Lambchop
• Close Up - Lambchop
• Caterpillar - Lambchop
• Buttons - Lambchop
• Bugs - Lambchop
• Being Tyler - Lambchop
• Begin - Lambchop
• I Hope You're Sitting Down - Lambchop
• Nothing Adventurous Please - Lambchop
• GIVE IT - Lambchop
• Four Pounds In Two Days - Lambchop
• Nine - Lambchop
• Give Me Your Love - Lambchop
• Gone Tomorrow - Lambchop
• D. Scott Parsley - Lambchop
• Doak's Need - Lambchop
• Fear - Lambchop
• Flick - Lambchop
• Prepared - Lambchop
• Popeye - Lambchop
• Please Rise - Lambchop
• Crackers - Lambchop
• Paperback Bible - Lambchop
• Ohio - Lambchop
• Oh What A Disappointment - Lambchop
• Of Raymond - Lambchop
• A Hold Of You - Lambchop
• Action Figure - Lambchop
• 2b2 - Lambchop
• A Day Without Glasses - Lambchop
• Autumn's Vicar - Lambchop
• Beers Before The Barbican - Lambchop
• Alumni Lawn - Lambchop
• Art Lover - Lambchop
• The Saturday Option - Lambchop
• The Rise And Fall Of The Letter P - Lambchop
• There's Still Time - Lambchop
• The Tin Chime - Lambchop
• The Old Matchbook Trick - Lambchop
• The New Cobweb Summer - Lambchop
• The Problem - Lambchop
• The Petrified Florist - Lambchop
• Cowboy On The Moon - Lambchop
• Magnificent Obsession - Lambchop
• Moody Fucker - Lambchop
• Mr. Met - Lambchop
• No. - Lambchop
• Nashville Parent - Lambchop
• National Talk Like A Pirate Day - Lambchop
• Never My Love - Lambchop
• Nice Without Mercy - Lambchop
• Love TKO - Lambchop
• Low Ambition - Lambchop
• The Decline Of Country And Western Civilization - Lambchop
• Crawl Away - Lambchop
• Randi - Lambchop
• Scamper - Lambchop
• The Butcher Boy - Lambchop
• The Daily Growl - Lambchop
• Steve McQueen - Lambchop
• The Book I Haven't Read (fearless) - Lambchop
• Shucks - Lambchop
• Soaky In The Pooper - Lambchop
• Sharing A Gibson With Martin Luther King Jr. - Lambchop
• Short - Lambchop
• Paperback Bible - Single - Lambchop
• Live At XX Merge - Lambchop
• Thriller - Lambchop
• Mr. M - Lambchop
• Playboy The Shit - Lambchop
• Hank - Lambchop
• Oh [Bonus Track Version] - Lambchop
• Tools In the Dryer - Lambchop
• What Another Man Spills - Lambchop
• Aw Cmon - Lambchop
• The Decline of Country & Western Civilization Part II: The Woodwind Years - Lambchop
• Kind Of - Lambchop
• The Old Gold Shoe - Lambchop
• Up With People - Lambchop
• All Smiles And Mariachi - Lambchop
• Garf - Lambchop
• For Which We Are Truly Thankful - Lambchop
• The Gusher - Lambchop

well, then i do it
love not not laughter
i do it do it
bug flying out of my hands do it do it
trouble now it's hard to figure out what i did
here we go
you got a hell of a mouth
you know you got a hell of a mouth
and you know you know you got a hell of a mouth
if you didn't use it
how does it feel so real
act like a train concealed
i'm movin out
i'm holding my head
i do i did it
look at my hands
i do i did it

(What's the matter with the boy?)
(Did he really have to be so sure?)
But you're not thinking, ride around without a sound
Restless boy in restless town and you commence to
Drinking a bottle up, a bottle down, a bottle white
A bottle brown another day peels away
(What's the matter with the boy?)
(Don't you want another try?)
Part of the process is sifting through the piles of shit
Tell us, you don't mind a bit from a different angle such
Power rarely deviates in times of love, in times of hate
Another spring will come
Faithful friends all around you
Wonder why you feel so low look at me
If you really want to see the
Comedy and the clown
(What's the matter with the boy?)
(Has he really given up for sure?)
Here's a new solution
Be square and kind to all your friends
Stop staring through
The bitter lens ancient
Institution this learning
Not demonstrate your asinine
And callous traits, I could take some practice

Wearing a halo of mist
Glowing pink and purple
In the afternoon light
Sprawling from a hub
They gave way to patches of green
The wine colored country
Unfolded as we tumbled into our rooms
And our travel kinks floated away
As we stroked the sunrise
And stained the lake a hazy pink
And the jade tree green rivers
And the apple trees
'N' the thoughts of wearing
Our sun screen and evergreens
Are layered like feathers at your feet
Nothing but a blur from a bullet train
A picturesque, old teahouse with a carp pond
As we trundled out of the tunnel

You lay around the house
Nothing much to bark about
Jump onto the bed
Just bones and squirrels inside your head
This is the only life i see
For you
And if i gave a crap
Would that show you where my head is at
I would ride the moon
And even if it comes too soon
I could fall for you
And you could fall for me
So we go all to the shows
And happiness is all we know
How it got to you
And how it got to me too
I wish i never knew
(about) my blue wave
And william called and tried
To tell me that his sister's boyfriend has
Just died
He's not sure what to do
And i'm not sure what to tell him he should do
Sometimes william we're just screwed
(in) my blue wave
So what's the girl to do
Sits on the couch and she's feeling blue
Shakes it in the cup
And she doesn't mind if it stays up
Up up oh yeah
Never mind the world
My blue girl
And the best is yet to come
You may think you are the only one
To never get it right
Just stick around on this lovely night
And we may be amazed
By my blue wave
To conclude this interview
Many facts and fictions you construe
The dog gives you the paw
You pat his head and you wipe his jaw
He's the only one who knew

There are dishes in the sink this morning
They remind me of a dream
There are coffee cups and empty glasses
I laid next to a wet sponge
I casually accept the image
As something that I've seen
I'm cooking breakfast
You're on my radio
You're dripping wet from a mid day shower
Soon you'll be drying off your dick
I want to be romantic about it
But there's really not much more to it
I slip into the clothes that you bought me
And I pull on my new boots
I wait for you to call
On your way home from work
I'm saving up my moments
For the next time that we meet
You're cherry red I'm a kick in the head
And for this I thought I would probably receive
The afternoon is a study in stagnation
Seems I haven't moved an inch
I guess it stems from a form of frustration
And how we never get enough
I check my watch and I scratch my head
And I walk out on the deck
I reach into my pocket book
And I light my last cigarette
I'm saving up my moments
For the next time that we meet
You're cherry red I'm a kick in the head
And for this I thought you would probably receive
My favorite hour of any day
Is the one before you get home
A fading sense of anticipation
Is something I've come to know
I do not doubt and we will wait it out
I would have waited here all day
You pull around the corner
And you park in my driveway
You pull around the corner

Where's the keys 'cos I've forgotten
Where I put them when I came home
I thought I left them there on the table
I will need them when I go out
And I count your fingers, you still have ten
Your sweater's fuzzy against my chin
And I will drive slowly so I can show you
The radio that's in the Magnolia
I got the giggles, we were at the movies
I drank some water so I'd shut up
It wasn't funny, no one else was laughing
Somebody shuddered I lightly crushed your cup
And I count your fingers, you still have ten
Your sweater's fuzzy against my chin
And I will drive slowly so I can show you
The radio that's in the Magnolia
A belt has clicked, the starter started
A mirror straightened, a pedal pressed
I feel your hand resting on my kneecap
I see your face, it's against the glass
And I count your fingers, you still have ten
Your sweater's fuzzy against my skin
And I will drive slowly so I can show you

And I will find you
It's crowded in the club tonight
Wrapped in your coat and sweater
Stand beneath the broken light
And I'm gonna find you
Find you like some beautiful poem
And you're gonna like it
Just wait till we get home
But will you miss me
When I have no where else to go
I'm standing on the outside
Smoking on the patio
But I want to say this
Say it so it won't go away
Set like stains on my jacket
Gravy from Christmas day
But I won't tell you
That love is a variable thing
Like this shape on your ass that
I noticed when you walked away from me
Meet me near the toilet
Meet up later on the street
Your back against the stage door
My head below your feet
And please don't you tire of me
I know that you've waited so long
We can hold one another
Till the other is gone
And I'm gonna find you
Find you like some beautiful poem
And you're gonna like it

So shy tonight I'm told you were, I'm in the thick of it
I've been a dick with it, you're just not used to it
Am I'm alright well, as you were there's no use for this
It's not a theater kiss more like a railway piss
The lights outside tonight are far from home
And I'm out drinkin' in the yard
And I fell sadder for the sad old bone
No, it's not far, really babe, it's just not that far
And by the light and so you were
It's such a cleaner wish
A much softer fist a much weaker wrist
And by tonight you'll wait for her
So little hell to pay it just works out that way
On almost any day
The lights outside tonight are far from home
I'm out drinkin' in the yard
I fell sadder for the sad old bone

Dust moves off his arms and chest
As the vent window opens in his Volkswagen
Hundreds of Impalas and station wagons
Idle at the train crossing
The puddles that surround him
Are always made from sweat
The open sore on his face reminds him
That his blood is simply temporary
The gas is blowing in the trees
One whiff has brought me to my knees
At first you practice, practice to yourself
You are the very air, you are the very air
You are the very air he breathes
His head throbs and fills
With a big machine bag
I must be the richest man
To ever stand in line at the bank
The gas is blowing in the trees
One whiff has brought me to my knees
At first you practice, practice to yourself
You are the very air, you are the very air

hey, where's your girl (f. m. cornog)
hey where's your girl
hey where'd she go
did you just get tired
did you just get old
like a beat up doll
that gets thrown away
dumped on the street
near the big highway
you were so tall
you were so fine
but they all come back
they fell in love
you were the one
and you took control
but they all bent down
they lost their soul

And I hate candy
ButI like rain
And I like substance
To tickle my brain
And I'd like to see you
And I'd like to say
That I can't wait
To see you today
Wheres my little trouble girl?
There's no real trouble girl
Cmon cmon cmon
And I get serious
And I get sad
And I get nervous
With the problems we have
But I will want you
Through the leisure and loss
I will want you
No matter the cost
And I want you near me
Yes Ineed you by my side
And I guess this trouble will pass
So I'll take the good with the bad
Wheres my little trouble girl?
There's no real trouble girl
Cmon cmon cmon
Wheres my little trouble girl?
There's no real trouble girl

Well, I wanna be held
Yeah, I wanna be cuddled
I wanna find me a real nice girl
With a nice little butt oh
Neighborhood's getting better and I'm moving out
Neighborhood's getting better and I'm moving out
Oh, I got drugs
They'll blow your mind
Blow your wad tonight
Well, I wanna be stained
Yeah, I wanna be bottled
I wanna live in a real live house
Not a scale model
Oh, now if I knew when, then would it be easy?
Oh, now if I knew when, then would it be easy?
Oh, I don't know
Oh, I got drugs
They'll blow your mind
Blow your wad tonight
Yeah, I wanna be held
I wanna be hated
When I get old yeah, I wanna be sedated
[Incomprehensible] hours a day
I wanna be sedated
Twenty, twenty, twenty four hours a day
I wanna be sedated
Oh, I got drugs
They'll blow your mind
Blow your wad tonight
Here comes the break
Here comes the kicker now
Here comes the break
Here comes the kicker now

I'm not the kind of man
To live comfortably
Just give it some time
And you'll see
And I'd like to show you
How wrong you can be
'Cause the good life is
Is wasted on me
Together there's nothing
That cannot be fetched
Or haven't you noticed this yet
Some friends gone forever
And sometimes our pets
And then there's that thing with the rest of the world
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a
Just like the hound dog
That begged for his bone
And I won't be going there soon
I'm just as guilty
As guilty can be
'Cause the good life is

Medical alert but it doesn't really hurt
Now there's nothing we can do
It's already on its way
This time you didn't wait to call
Didn't hesitate at all
Now there's nothing we can do
Only waiting it's already on its way
I remember feeling down
Whenever winter came around
And you gave me a hat
Put it on and let's go out
And we talked and talked again
Until the snow turned into rain
And in spite of all we said
I already want to know more than I do
And when you sighed it was so hard to hide
I saw the sign flashing in your eyes
It's not alright and it doesn't help to know
That I'm not the only one who feels the way it feels
Did you try and bury it inside
Did you hide I do it all the time
The day's arrived it seems like such a crime
To conceal the heart I have

He hails you and you pay him no mind
A painter with nothing left upstairs
Life needn't work out that way
He's directing his misinterpretations
Fresh letters in the hard cement
Anagrammed by one tony d
In any order: the kkk
Inscribed by an idiot
I gouge them out with a screwdriver
Till there's nothing left
But some crumpled concrete
I shiver
They are so very small
The militant
To be blunt or insensitive

Well i feel more like i do today
Than i did last night
Makin' odds on the silvery moom
Makin' it all seem that nice
And then you lie
Your back your scrotum
And you close your eyes
Your shoulders your pelvis
And you sleep alright
Your wrist knuckles and knees
All these things ache
Well jesus christ
I got my dogs on ice
A piece of grit in my eye
I start to spit
Then i start to cry
I'm happy
I just don't know why
And then you rise
Your buttocks your calves
And you open your eyes
Your sinus your ears
And you sleep alright
Your arms your cheeks
All these things ache
Yes i've had better days
I look liked
My teeth they were
Extremely white
Cast off cast off
You scary caroler

Chest of drawers and I ignore
Is this feeling for impossible season
Evaluate, appropriate, another well done steak
Be mindful of suspicion
And I have seen with my eyes of green
The curving of your face
It's not a prize, you know I realize
Still it's haunting this psychotic erection
She really purrs, in the wee hours
Without hearts and flowers
Give up on the pretext
You sympathize and much to my surprise
You soon realize that you're not so omnipotent
But have a heart and stop the bitchy part, the meaning of excess
Have some wine and feed me a lie
Suzieju, is Jesus said backwards
You work all day, no matter what you say
Please don't give it away, those sweet aspirations
Get civilized, don't take your eyes off the prize
Of those greasy little fries that you get from the crystal
Have sympathy, just don't agree with me
Truth rises from dissent
Carry on with your lips half calm
You could be human but I honestly doubt it
Your shirt is brown, in a world of sound
My name is a noun, it's gotten pro form, it's seasoned
You recollect , then you genuflect
You're just a human wreck at the start of the weekend
And scrap your dreams, of loss, you're obscene
The call will have to wait
Our time will mend our love, my little friend
Suzieju, is Jesus said backwards
Suzieju, is Jesus said backwards

To whom can I speak today? The brothers they are evil
And the old friends of today, they have become unlovable
To whom can I speak today? The gentleness has perished
And the violent man has come down on everyone
To whom can I speak today? The wrong which roams the
earth,
There can be no end to it - it is just unstoppable
Death is in my sights today, and when a man desires
To see home after many years in jail
February through December we have such a tragic hue
As separate as the fingers, or suddenly as one as the
hand

Should I know your place
And my place or undiscovered
Through a curtain or refinery
Not certain or temporary
I should be more considerate
Of the others on call
Is the day to day opportunity
That is my life
A beautiful case of the unspoiled race
Which can enter your race
Quite unknowing for certain
There are no real changes
In the original outtakes of your life
As a sequel
Unsuccessful too dumb again
Walleyed and wounded in the capital city
Under tense evaluation
Does that have anything to do with dissolving?
My star has put my life
Under the greatest of scrutiny
A balancing place
Between your nose and your face
A consolidated center of learning
Making up offers of considerable cost
Which can enter your life

Best of all...all the things in this world
that's worth a look
you make it hard when I'm with you
Scary sights
are the things that haven't happened
but just might
don't think it over so quickly
look around
i'm still here
take your time
and not a year
please make me shine
when you are near
you are the one
you underline
all the terror and the grace of my belief
i want to shake up your home life
fearing that
all the specialness would fade with just a kiss
i think I have a solution
take a walk
hold my hand
don't say a word
i'll understand
we'll change the world
make no demands
you are the one
have we lost sight
of the sacrifice it takes to save a life
if it's ours then so be it
it's just my wish
that our world be that of reproductive bliss
it's just a thought, there's no pressure
Gomer Pyle
is just a man
who served his country
as best he can
i am the state
you are the flag
you are the one
but don't you know
this must be true
i can't do nothing
but think of you
there's the phone
and here's the number
you are the one.

international velvet international underground
international coverage international i'd like to cover your butt
we never argue because we're never in the same place
in the redwood forest you're testing my will each day
to the new york island determined to get your way
international i see you international babe of mine
international police international calling card number
we never argue because we're never in the same place
in the redwood forest you're testing my will each day
to the new york island determined to get your way
international rivers international ports of call
international secrets international objects of desire
we never argue because we're never in the same place
in the redwood forest you're testing my will each day

I desire to tumble
i walk through the garden
i don't speak well i mumble
to life's little tragedy
if you touch me i crumble
this song's from the wishing you well
not a boob or a bungle
just another butt to sniff
half our lives surmise
for only you to decipher
our reasons are quite tame
one by one we die
and our secrets die within us
there's no one left to blame
(shame on me, shame on you)
scratchy cheeks and an earring
i scurry to find the camera
he's not angry he's seething
my pictures always turn out wrong
he's not crying he's teething
the pains of growing are going fine
there's some spit on the ceiling
pretty soon it's going to drop
in the bed you lay
praying for sleep and it never comes
it never works that way
all the rest is done
all you really can do is just sit up
and start a brand new day
(shame on me, shame on you)

Well suckers and smuckers
Wake up you little fuckers
Weaving in and out of truckers
Trying to write a letter home
Yes I should have stood in bed
With Loretta Lynn in my head
That's me I'm smelling like a rose
Waking up in filthy clothes
[Chorus:]
And where have they gone
That's where I'll be
I'll hang around
Come play with me
I developed a rash
I've kept my cash
We're keeping all of this
In mind
Bending on the burlap knee
The kindness that would keep
Would you consider the creeps
You come in contact with
[Chorus:]
Where's that little Scotty
He's over by the portapotty
Yes he's watching the girl with the frogs
Open a bottle with her teeth
I saw uncle tom's momma
Wearin' my old pajamas
Woven in our little drama
Punctuated by a point and not a comma

I didn't get that much sleep last night
Starring at the window and the cold moonlight
Tossing and a turning on the antique bed
The sugar tube and Thomas making in my head
And I can see you a pretty good like a rock and roll killer
And this is not the place where you should act like a tool
Got a little hot in the office today
The telephone rings I should throw it away
And even when the paper describes a wreck
They manage to mangle the sub context
And I am standing next to you, you can borrow my lighter
Like this is something that I do, sometimes I get sick
Please don't worry, hey, you don't worry
I guess I'm worried, hey, don't be worried
Let's not worry, we're not worried
About my lighter
And then I see some things that you do ignore
But I wouldn't let 'em bother you anymore
And I have noticed things in this picture book
That have little to do with the way things look
And I still worry 'cause that's my nature, used to sit on the porch
But now I stay a little closer, I feel like a chimp
Please don't worry
I guess I'm worried, don't be worried
Hey you, don't be worried
Let's not worry, we'll try not to worry
About my lighter
About my lighter
About my lighter

The right of callous goes to malice and molders in the grave
You seem to witness inner fitness, leaves without a trace
To turn about inside the outer layer that we save
Becomes apparent when we wear it, such beauty that you gave
You hypnotize my bloodshot eyes, the nightlife's latest craze
They twist their shouts and jump about, our memory isn't fazed
By documenters recent assent into the freakish phase
Remember that we offer purpose of the human race
And oh, so slowly, turn to show me where our points are shaved
To them that simply sees us empty, but for not our amber waves of sin
A dialog is half created out of our own words
We like the texture and pretend that this we haven't heard
It's up to here in cruel defense another loss is cruel
But some how with the help of pills, I remain a pillar of calm
Let's guess the number of regrets a good life will acquire
There seems to be some small discrepancy between the truth and a lie
But somehow we should work around the better half of dead

Hobbled by the fact
That there must be a problem
Confident that there's a trace
Of honor that we share
So let? s begin again
And let? s not try to answer
With subtle irony
Instead of common sense
Take me to your room
And lay me on the bed
Looking at the stamps
That slowly you? ve collected
The impression that was made
As you frequently do fly
Dripping on the dock
You shiver from the cold
You're looking pretty good
And I'm feeling pretty old
Is sudden mastery
Of most of the decisions
Convinced of steady growth
In the hours that will come
To take the best of me
And throw it to the dogs
You can call me bastard
And you can call me friend
But don't forget to call me
Before the story ends
Covered in a fabric
That? s made from good intent
Poking through a hole
That been eaten by a moth
Let? s pretend I'm guilty
Of everything you've mentioned
Reproductively unsound
Reproductively inclined
But can I change the system
Of how I have been measured
It's really unattractive
How little I really know
So shoot me through a cannon
Squash me like a bug
Or sweep me like some dirt
That lies under a rug
Let? s start up a petition
To get me out of town
Each time I bring you up

Won't somebody help me please
'Cause I've been lonely for so long
Don't seem like happiness will come along
I've been lonely for so long
Don't seem like happiness will come along
These ain't clouds rain over my head
Everybody's throwing rocks in my bed
Just can't seem to get ahead in life
Nothing I do ever turn out right
Won't somebody help me please
'Cause I've been lonely for so long
Don't seem like happiness will come along
I've been lonely for so long
Don't seem like happiness will come along
I lay awake every night
Trying to figure out how to make things right
There's got to be a better way I know
To shake this monkey off 'cause it's making me so
Won't somebody help me please
'Cause I've been lonely for so long
Don't seem like happiness will come along
I've been lonely for so long
Don't seem like happiness will come along
Yes I know what it feels like to be lonely
To have your friends turn their backs on you
Yes I've been lonely
Never know the real meaning of peace and harmony, yeah
I lay awake most every night
Trying to figure out how to make things right
There's got to be a better way I know
To shake this monkey off "cause it's making me so
Won't somebody help me please
'Cause I've been lonely for so long
Don't seem like happiness will come along
I've been lonely for so long

Taking the dogs
Across the street
To a grassy space
Between the buildings
Watching your shadow
Cast by the street light
It does appear
As if you're tapping
An ash into a puddle
Made from the urine
Of the dogs, it is very cold
And with the coldness comes a quiet

Ain't it hard to stumble
When you've got no place to fall
In this whole wide world
Yes i go no place at all
I'm a stranger here
I'm a stranger everywhere
I would go home, but honey
I'm a stranger there
Hitched up my buggy
And saddled my black mare
Gonna find me a fair deal
In this world somewhere
I'm a stranger here
I'm a stranger everywhere
I would go home, but honey
I'm a stranger there
I looked down the track
As far as i could see
And a little bitty hand
Just a-wavin' back at me
I'm a stranger here
I'm a stranger everywhere
I would go home, but honey

When things blink just right
Like they're blinking here tonight
From the corner of my eye
They came to be
Tell your trouble to
Someone stuck here just like you
Sucking in the smoke
Like it's going out of style
And I'll listen to what you got to say
You said it anyway to me
Now I will listen especially at work
It's really not a chore to me
So put me in a bag
And bury me in rags
The lady upstairs
She makes me strong
Can't make it to the bar
Can't make it to the bed
Caught and confused
You give it up for this
Now I will listen to what you have to say
You said it anyway, though you're not, not too sure
You, you will listen because it means that much to you
You're everything I do or see
They may not work it out
They may not work it out
They may not work it out

the crickets cry tonight
here comes your girl
the showers fall tonight
it's a rainy world
the shivers on the spine
could be what we had in mind
remember all the times we said
we could be we should be in love
on a windy porch tonight
here comes your girl
beneath the dull porch light
your thoughts will curl
past the women and the men
to where the story ends
the voice from up above says
we could be we should be in love
my disgusting habits end
it's a crazy world
neither real nor pretend
and there's your girl
my eyes fall from my head
with all the pages read
and i'm so glad you said

Pack all your bags
It's a soul day
This is your right
To an ending
Life number two
Pack all your bags
It's a soul day
And every night
You'll be dancing
Life number two

I desire to tumble
I walk through the garden
I don't speak well I mumble
To life's little tragedy
If you touch me I crumble
This song's from the wishing you well
Not a boob or a bungle
Just another butt to sniff
Half our lives surmise
For only you to decipher
Our reasons are quite tame
One by one we die
And our secrets die within us
There's no one left to blame
Shame on me, shame on you
Shame on me, shame on you
Scratchy cheeks and an earring
I scurry to find the camera
He's not angry he's seething
My pictures always turn out wrong
He's not crying he's teething
The pains of growing are going fine
There's some spit on the ceiling
Pretty soon it's going to drop
In the bed you lay
Praying for sleep and it never comes
It never works that way
All the rest is done
All you really can do is just sit up
And start a brand new day
Shame on me, shame on you
Shame on me, shame on you
In the bed you lay
Praying for sleep and it never comes
It never works that way
All the rest is done
All you can do is just sit up
And start a brand new day
Shame on me, shame on you

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I wonder what would happen
If the world was in a wire
And the wire was in a spiral
Round a burning ring of fire
And I wonder what would happen
If the fire was on the wind
And the wire was getting slower
And the ring was on a chain
Oh yeah, oh yeah
(I'll show your punk rock ass)
Oh yeah
(I'll show your punk rock ass)
Oh yeah, oh yeah
(I'll show your punk rock ass)
Oh yeah
(I'll show your punk rock ass)
And I wonder what would happen
If the chain was on your neck
And the ring was on your finger
And the pile was in Quebec
And I wonder what would happen
If the world was in a wire
And the wire was in a spiral
Round a burning ring of fire
Oh yeah, ooh yeah
(I'll show your punk rock ass)
Oh yeah

Have I died in these pools for eyes?
Well, I haven't cried and I haven't tried
To tell you what you ought to
When I see you, when you see me
It's heard to be
Sincerely is this fondest wish
A kissy, kissy, kissy, kiss
Without you in the picture
It's not written in the scriptures
This doesn't happen all the time
And so you cuss me and you hate me
And there oh, for I can figure out
Put your lips this close to mine
And then you shut up and I shut up
Oh well, shut up it'll work out fine
Capitulation will not begin
Please notify my next of kin
You can find me at the bottom of the bottle
At the third row, oh
Here's a message, 'You look just fine'
Is traveling just a waste of time
'Cause without you, that's the problem
Is there something we can talk about? Oh no
I'm hearin' every word you've said
When the meanings fill with anger
Or impatience or disgusting, oh
Why you mumblin' again?
Do you like me?
Do you hate me?
Do you think I should go away?
Athens is so cold tonight
It's a sorry, scarry, starry night
Without you in the fixtures
Who's been a picture on my picture roll
I wish I may, I wish I might
Yes, I have this drink I drink tonight
'Cause without it, I feel nothing
I feel nothing even with it oh and oh
Put that camera away
Take no pictures of the ruins of our life
That died without a fight and oh
We're doing everything just right
Except for touching and for holding

In the hour of the girl, you can make this danger witness
Or whatever, without your heart, you can wish you could relate
If it's always gonna be, sit beside me on a star
If you wake me up tonight
So you try to make it whole with everybody here
More than a Sony to make the words throw up
Or show me the way as they pick me up again
They will be there on the couch, they will make you better still
Can you be sure?
Of anything you make, maybe you can get a whiff
It's enough to make you gag, it's enough to make you sick
Each and every day with the concrete and the masonry
When the paint that's on is dry, you can work it from your eye
And you take it from my heart, as you stand alone forever
From the roaming and the surf and the cloudy, cloudy day
Just a boss thing that is pure, and it's specially for you
It's like everybody's needing it and everyone sure
And they say, is a woman, write this down
Put the paper over there
More than it is, no more than it is
Is a woman, write this down
Put the paper over there
More than it is, no more than it is
Is a woman, write this down
Put the paper over there
More than it is, no more than it is
Is a woman, write this down
Put the paper over there

There so much I want to know
In every day in every notice
The hour, it is going slow
So how am I to show this?
And I've got this feeling
Something's going on
Something's going on
Something's going on
Something's going on
Wake up in a kinda sweat
Fingers slightly numb and shaking
Blood flows back into your hand
Must be the way you have been sleeping
And I've got this feeling
Something's going on
Something's going on
Something's going on
Something's going on
The hats that were stacked on the shelf
The glasses, the clock the wall
The picture of Michael and Bubbles
Something's going on
Something's going on
Something's going on
Something's going on
They could give a tick or tock
And maybe that would be the problem
Well, this could be a simple thought
Of something that is meant to solve it
And I've got this feeling
Something's going on
Something's going on
Something's going on
Something's going on
Something's going on
Something's going on

Teardrops form a shadow
This tongue starts to waggle
That's a lovely dress
And oh that's just teaching
And it's not true you know
You swear and all by yourself
As time delivers for a while now
This may not appeal to you
But I can hardly spell my name
A Siamese beside his lonely awesome
And I've been waiting all my life
In spite of this arrangement
Moderation on vacation
It's time we all settled down
And it's not true you know
You swear and all by yourself
As time delivers for a while now
This may not appeal to you

I don't believe in superstars
Organic food and foreign cars
I don't believe the price of gold
The certainty of growing old
That right is right and left is wrong
That north and south can't get along
That east is east and west is west
And being first is always best
But I believe in love
I believe in babies
I believe in Mom and Dad
And I believe in you
Well, I don't believe that heaven waits
For only those who congregate
I like to think of God as love
He's down below, He's up above
He's watching people everywhere
He knows who does and doesn't care
And I'm an ordinary man
Who sometimes wonder who I am
But I believe in love
I believe in music
I believe in magic
And I believe in you
Well, I know with all my certainty
What's going on with you and me
Is a good thing
It's true and I believe in you
I don't believe virginity
Is as common as it used to be
In working days and sleeping nights
That black is black and white is white
That Superman and Robin Hood
Are still alive in Hollywood
And gasoline's in short supply
The rising cost of getting by
But I believe in love
I believe in old folks
I believe in children

He hated to shower
'Cause he wanted to smell
What was left of the girl
That stayed at his hotel
Still the water was warm
With the soap in his hand
As he halted the process
Just to stare at this man
In the dark of his room
Right after his nap
He buried his face in her pillow
Then he stared down at his lap
A small circle of miracles
Surrounded his head
That ranged dark blue
All the way to dark red
And in honor of this new affair
He bought some socks and some underwear
He was feelin' so sporty and lookin' brand new
To cover up his invisible tattoo
The box on the carpet
Matched the lines on his head
As he was ready to sleep
And he turns down the bed
Removes all his clothes now
Lays them on the floor
Slips under the covers
He hears her key in the door
His eyes blink for a minute
His lids open and close
A cool warmth fills the room
He feels her chest on his nose
His brow brushes her navel
His hand follows her hips
His neck jerks on the pillow
Feels the touch of her lips
And in honor of this new affair
He bought some socks and some underwear
He was feelin' so sporty and lookin' brand new
To cover up his invisible tattoo

The shape of the sun ah, pretty ways pretty ways and
things to come
When this day is done you will collapse collapse into
(the funnel of) my arms
And as always they're not strong And as always you
do believe and as always I'm very wrong about the cut
above the bleed
April she finds the sugar time and so slow, syrupy yeah
She'd be inside you shed away a shadow as we go
And you know, it's not bad and I'm so into the blue And
it's so, like goofy said I just fly above the few
The last thing we do turn our heads around, closer to
the ground, you're falling
you and your masculine you forever benched sitting by
the dirty window
Coda
Though this seems to be a drag you skirt around the
thing that's comfortable purple peppers dirty rags make
your life albeit more portable to turn around to follow

Sylvester's three on a tin roof
Kathy Dick and the burden of proof
If you're lookin' at me you're lookin' at the truth
Under the same moon
An incense burned and a rusty comb
A name and an address of a retirement home
Two neighborhood dogs who won't leave me alone
Under the same moon
A dollar and a donut lie under the bed
A woman with a basket and a shaved head
Pressed between the pages of the book we both read
Under the same moon
A powerful thirst and a crying shame
An old rugged cross and a lip that is lame
Two lovers that remember the first time they came
Under the same moon
A dress in the closet and some shoes on the rack
A harmonica and a hat that is black
If you leave this town you ain't never comin' back
Under the same moon
A car alarm and a bottle that breaks
A receptionist and a creek full of snakes
Stay up all night if that's what it takes

It's the bad way you feel today brush the dog as you
Walk away oh ther it is baby, you know that they feel the
same
But they wave as you turn away got your mind but you
Cannot stay sooooobaby you say what...high
As stragne as it feels today I better die it's the same
Thought of you the sweet sweet soul...yeah yeah it's a
Man in a winter mood something about you (stop) baby
(stop) da da (DAH) da da (stop) da da da
Oh fell the breeze our soul you see 'em saying ohhhh
Baby they are saying...feel good just a storm is your
Heart try to raise some understanding see me standing
They are stone...gone
Is a problem we see today californ...california It's the
Way that you will be sorry, sorry is a man as he will be
Sorry sorry (stop) baby (stop) da da (stop) da da (stop)

what was he wearing
what was i doing
that bittersweet feeling that i was doing something right
and i drive and i think
that you are the most beautiful woman i know
of course i remember that
you are ten thousand miles away
this does not comfort me
this does nothing to my soul
i've tried drinking of late
and smoking dope for about two weeks straight
today i was knowing that it was over
perhaps things have just run its course
perhaps i'm just tired of it
but now i see things a bit clearer
i saw an aging hippie walkin with several jugs of
sunshine water
i saw a black and white cat get out of my car
and i called to her and she meowed to me
and cautiously i moved toward her
and as she moved away this was her kitty
this time i turned and forced my key into the lock
dammit i forgot the cigarretes again
and i hoped to return home from the big night on the town
but now i have to go out into the night
down the street through the zanie's parking lot
and get in line at the scot
and mumble my request and stare at strangers

Women help to create the kind of men they despise
Misery is often apparent of some affecting touches
That were composed under her name
Or the dignity of criticism increases the confusion in men
Her heart clenched, sexual
More breathlessly than if she had
And felt that she was equipped to understand them
The passage of time increases the confusion in men
I've seen it
She loved the spare texture
Of his difficult and sad books
And felt she was exceptionally
Equipped with Stanley Wilson's distractions
Rug that opened as a well of color at her feet
Was everywhere and the lamps
In the middle of the day
The low deeply recessed

Gimme the Ring, kissed and toll'd
Gimme something that I missed (Gimme the ring)
A hand to hold, wild and what it seems (Gimme the ring)
Kill the king, when love is the law, (Gimme the ring)
Gimme dream child
And do you hear me call? (Gimme the ring)
And on the level
...still on the floor (Gimme the ring)
Sing the dream child
And do you hear me at all?
CHORUS
(Sing)
(Sing)
Hey now, hey now now, sing This Corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing This Corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing This Corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing...
Gimme siren, child and do you hear me?
Gimme siren, child, and do you hear me call?
Sing, child, of right and wrong
Gimme things that don't last long
Gimme siren, child, and do you hear me call?
CHORUS
On daze, like this
In times like these
I feel an animal deep inside
Heel to haunch on bended knees
Living on if and if I tried,
Somebody send me... please...
Dream wars and a ticket to seem
Giving out and in
Well, what do you say
D'you have a word for Giving Away?
Got a song for me?
CHORUS
I got nothing to say I ain't said before
I bled all I can, I can't bleed no more
I don't need no one to understand
Why the blood run hold
The hired hand
On heart
Hand of God
Floodland and Driven Apart
Run cold
Turn
Cold
Burn
Like a healing hand
Like a healing hand
Like a healing hand

Give up like a man
I've seen that you are serious
Holier than thou art
How can we say we are ready yet?
Under a dream of a lie
Under a dream of a lie
Under a dream of a lie
Under a dream of a lie
How can you tell
Resort to all selfishness?
Dreams they do run dry
I can dream ,I'm not afraid
Under a dream of a lie
Under a dream of a lie
Under a dream of a lie
Under a dream of a lie
Scandinavian hardener
Drifted from Duluth
Thought you mentioned something like
This is what we do
Under a dream of a lie
Under a dream of a lie
Under a dream of a lie

There's still time
To undo the fade
There's still time
To fill the bag with raid
There's still a coat
There's still a hat
What mortals do
There's still time
The righteous thing
There's still time
To fill the bag with raid
There's still time
What mortals do
Is there really any reason
Why we take this crap?
Is there really any reason
Why we take this crap?
Is there really any reason
Why we take this crap?
Is there really any reason
Why we take this crap?
Cover the floor same as before
Cover the floor same as before
Cover the floor same as before
Cover the floor same as before
C'mon

But it just looks so cold there from the bottom
Another part of another ritual
Standing in the kitchen, arms are braced against the counter
Swallowing like mercury down the drain
And the neighbors have been drinking
And they are raising quite a stink
Pretty soon they will be fighting
It can get pretty ugly
The city makes a hooting sound tonight
The owl on the roof has got it right
And if it's left to him he can take that stupid grin
And decapitate a rodent or a mouse
Take the B train or the shuttle
At the exit have a smoke
Try to spit onto the sidewalk
Instead you wipe it off your chest
I don't wanna freak
But the tongue erodes
Each time we speak
On a timely mission
Ohh, you look pretty swell
In your new position
Fiberglass, funny face upon the wall
It's funny when it's not funny at all
And if it's up to him, you can take the ways of sin
And smash it like a glass against the wall
But it's nothing too pathetic
Full of rhetoric and doubt
Carry on like little creatures
In the fields of the heart
I don't wanna freak
But the tongue erodes
Each time we speak
On a timely mission
Ohh, you look pretty swell
In your new position

I desire to tumble
I walk through the garden
I don't speak well I mumble
To life's little tragedy
If you touch me I crumble
This song's from the wishing you well
Not a boob or a bungle
Just another butt to sniff
Half our lives surmise
For only you to decipher
Our reasons are quite tame
One by one we die
And our secrets die within us
There's no one left to blame
Shame on me, shame on you
Shame on me, shame on you
Scratchy cheeks and an earring
I scurry to find the camera
He's not angry he's seething
My pictures always turn out wrong
He's not crying he's teething
The pains of growing are going fine
There's some spit on the ceiling
Pretty soon it's going to drop
In the bed you lay
Praying for sleep and it never comes
It never works that way
All the rest is done
All you really can do is just sit up
And start a brand new day
Shame on me, shame on you
Shame on me, shame on you
In the bed you lay
Praying for sleep and it never comes
It never works that way
All the rest is done
All you can do is just sit up
And start a brand new day
Shame on me, shame on you
Shame on me, shame on you

The clerk smiled as she saw
The same nut pick up
A personal size grocery basket
And head down aisle two
She smiled because periodically
This guy would return
With his basket full of glade
Lock and hold room freshener and deodorizer
It's a deodorizer that works
On the same principle as a bug bomb
Simply push down on a button
And it fills the room with a scented fog
The man would buy only about
Five or six cans at a time
He'd been coming in for about five weeks now
Sometimes he would come in twice a week
He seemed like a normal guy
He was kind of balding in his mid thirties
Wearing a black leather jacket
And he was always so damn dusty
Something soft about his features
[Incomprehensible] makeup but it was really just dust
He paid with a twenty and said thank you and left
The man returned home
He took the glade from the worthless little plastic sack
He placed one on the rug, one on the end table
One on the window sill, one under the TV
One by the air conditioner
This might seem unusual
Except for the fact that his entire apartment
Was just filled with them
Every room on every surface
He figured he had about sixty of them in all
Each one's nozzle's poised at the ready
He sighed and opened a beer
He started to push down the lock
And hold buttons on the canisters
Slowly filling the room
Working his way from the dining room into the den
Each room filling with a multi-scented fog
Desert bloom, evergreen
Misty rose, fresh lemon
Regular and unscented
Potpourri, wild oak, petunia
Ocean mist, musk, hazel wood
Irish nights, sandal wood, rain forest
Country kitchen, natural prevention
Orange blossom, Indian summer
And holiday candle
Calmly he sat on the couch
Spilt his beer and closed his eyes
Calmly he sat on the couch

It's beach blanket bingo
At the end of the day
And his eyes are like wading pools
And his feet are like clay
And he drifts through the crowd
They all know who he is
They have seen him before
He's just a friend of his
Oh, get out of the car
Bon soir bon soir
Now his prey is on the gentle
Like a bully or a jerk
He may call you at home
Or he may call you at work
Manipulate your conscience
Is his own private game
You can drive him around
Till he drives you insane
Get out of the car
Bon soir bon soir
Yadayadayada
Now it's not like he's stupid
He's as smart as a whip
As the bottle grows empty
He will tighten his grip
And he senses that you're weaker
It's not even noon
Every moment with him
Is a moment too soon
Get out of the car
Bon soir bon soir
What a penis you are

Restless are the few
Rested in their bunkers
Taken kind of trash
Inside their hearts
Tender is the night
Tragic are the values
That have been entrusted
To the back of your mind
Dissenting government
Epiphany at rest
Exactly poistioning
No home no food no sex
Wrestling for hours
The choice is not the best
Blame it on the brunette
Powers of the weak
Rules remain uncertain
Could you just expose
Your mouth to me
Worried by and large
Harried by convenience
Statistically exactly like
The back of your mind
Research and radios
Divide my world at best
Peanut butter relationships
No kids no food no pets
Adequate understanding
Ample cigarettes

You can't come to the rescue
You can't come to the phone
You can't come to the party
You can't come to my home
Come on, come on, come on, come on, now
Come on, come on, come on, come on, now
Come on, come on, come on, come on, now
Come on, come on, come on, come on, now
You can't come to the service
You can't come to my aid
You can't come to the meeting
You can't come on my parade
Come on, come on, come on, come on, now
Come on, come on, come on, come on, now
Come on, come on, come on, come on, now
Come on, come on, come on, come on, now
You can't come for a while
You can't come till you're through
You can't come for the weekend
You can't come though you do
Come on, come on, come on, come on, now
Come on, come on, come on, come on, now
Come on, come on, come on, come on, now
Come on, come on, come on, come on, now
You can't come to the airport
You can't come on a bus
You can't come in a year
You can't come between us
Come on, come on, come on, come on, now
Come on, come on, come on, come on, now
Come on, come on, come on, come on, now

Don't touch my vein with your new needle
Don't be afraid of the pine beetle
Just rest assured that there will be another day to
And maybe here and maybe not
And I'm not sure of all we've got
A season ticket to the war for the human heart
So let us gather by the light
Some people have, some people might
I hold you in my mind tonight to great distraction
And tender is my sleepy bed
Nightclub me in my sleepy head
And eating dinner with your friends
By their cabin on the lake
And has it really been this long since we were free
I will now hold my head up high
And I will walk into the light
Erasing every trace in sight of every memory
So what's your problem, what's your beef?
I've got this gap between my teeth
And but for this I might have been a different man
And by your watch some time will pass
And buy your wine from glass to glass
I have seen the coming of our precious Lord
We all unfold our pages from right to left
Some day I'll get a used guitar
And on it's strings I'll try to play
This lonesome tune to you
We all have sinned, we all have saved
As much of this our true heart gave
We all have given to our grave our own excesses
So watch me blow in two somehow
Part Claire De Lune part sacred cow

I have walked your sorry streets
Lived amongst your people
And I'm sure we must have heard
The same birds singing
You have stepped in hardened footprints
Up where my shoes were mudded
And I know we must have heard
The same dogs barking
The ground was rumbling
And the bathroom walls were bending
I lay there wet and naked
Oh, I know you heard me yelling
Out a name that you never used for me, till then
Out a name that you never used for me, till then
Out a name that you never used
I have shat on the hillside
Neck deep in cushion clover
Up where I'm sure you've braided
Those necklaces and bracelets
You have lost your socks and panties
Out by the caterpillar
That grades the road I walk on
While I'm dreading English
The ground was shaking
And the jewel tea was a falling
There's a cracking in your kitchen
Oh, I know you heard me calling
Out a name that I never used for you, till then
Out a name that I never used for you, till then

And I won't be connected
Or be so easily infected
By the growing sense of self-inflected
Routine in your day
Could this be our night-long struggle
A metaphoric housing bubble
Maybe you find a way to pass the hours
Then make some happy end to it
A canon and a can of cold commingle
Reminders of the day you went away
Remember at your worst when you were single
And at your best you seem to have had better days
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is
a sin
There's not much for you this summer
I guess you'll be a local bummer
Maybe find a job that won't take
A genius not to do
And you may get arrested
Have your breath and your blood tested
And be back out on the street
Before your engine starts to cool
The months and weeks have passed into a year
And your life has changed in some histrionic ways
A sentence passed is paraphrased in here
And you pick up trash in the rain beside the motorway
I used to know your girlfriend
Back when you used to have a girlfriend
She was nice and you were not
But I was the big prick back then too
Now she's had another baby
And her life has gone sub-urban
And I wonder what she thinks of
When she thinks back now of you
Been better times for those who are in trouble
And maybe there'll be better times for you
The weight you've gained has made your head a bubble
And your button eyes are brown and not her black and
blue
Well, no doubt I'll see you later
You'll have your reasons you still hate her
But my friend he says there is a change
That's been coming over you
I admit there is a difference
And I'll submit to his assurance
And I guess this is a night

Bugs rub their legs
Together in fevered pitch
It trips me out
Never gonna let it out
Birds they wheeze
And my legs they itch
Yeah, it flips me out
Wonder what it's all about
And think of things
And how they got this way
Way above the rest
Isn't this the fucking best?
Superficial we may say
So, down to earth in an earthy kind of way
It's just the best that we can do
Is this just the best that we can do
Planes that buzz, and cars that roam
Trees that grow through the forest foam
Squirrels that cross you overhead
Makes their way to the squirrelly bed
And even squirrels have beds
A natural light
In the natural world
It flips me out
Never gonna read about it
Our favored nation
And our favorite girl
She trips me out
Never ever really doubt it
And as your hand rests gently on her head
Remove the clutter and the papers that you read
A whispered comment, or a compliment is said
And you take her hand and you gesture toward the bed
I can't believe this feels this good

One of the things that happens
When we make a record is
That usually one member of the band
Ends up stepping forward into the spotlight.
They end up being featured
By the fact that the things
That they add to the songs
Make an indelible impression on the music.
It can happen subtly or in some cases
It can be a dominant effect.
William Tyler managed to do both.
Through the course of both of these records
He has managed to put his mark within the music.
As with his predecessors,
Tony Crow on is a woman and Paul Neihaus on Nixon,
William has unwittingly contributed both his youthful dynamics
And energy to these particular selections of material.
We have also marveled at his sense of melody and playfulness
When it comes to his interpreting the songs.

She was neat
I was worried about the holocaust
Rather uncomfortable
But not unusual
It was great
She said it was easy reading
Those busy pictures
They made him nervous
He had some coffee
He looked at the book
He stared at her legs
She stared at his look
What a trip
As the shop filled up with strangers
Some had big black boots
Some were lost teenagers
Gotta go
As he placed the book back on the table
She said she really likes your house
You really like her hair
He remembers her face
The rest was a blur
She asked for some gum
And he gave it to her
Begin, begin
Begin, begin

Where's the keys 'cos I've forgotten
Where I put them when I came home
I thought I left them there on the table
I will need them when I go out
And I count your fingers, you still have ten
Your sweater's fuzzy against my chin
And I will drive slowly so I can show you
The radio that's in the Magnolia
I got the giggles, we were at the movies
I drank some water so I'd shut up
It wasn't funny, no one else was laughing
Somebody shuddered I lightly crushed your cup
And I count your fingers, you still have ten
Your sweater's fuzzy against my chin
And I will drive slowly so I can show you
The radio that's in the Magnolia
A belt has clicked, the starter started
A mirror straightened, a pedal pressed
I feel your hand resting on my kneecap
I see your face, it's against the glass
And I count your fingers, you still have ten
Your sweater's fuzzy against my skin
And I will drive slowly so I can show you
The radio that's in the Magnolia

Brought up around bad architecture
But it never was his fault
Between anxiety and longing
Even though, even though, even though
Keeps us out of trouble
Even though, even though, even though
There's something about it alright
This is something you know about alright
Nothing, nothing, nothing adventurous please
Can you see that one coming?
A nothing adventurous please
Did you see that one, come in?
A nothing adventurous please
Did you see that one, come in?
You just missed us
You just missed us
You just missed us
You just missed us
Stay real close
Can you see that one coming?
Stay real close
Did you see that one, come in?
Stay real close
Did you see that one, come in?
You just missed us
You just missed us
You just missed us
You just missed us
And nothing adventurous please
Can you see that one coming?
Nothing adventurous please
Did you see that one, come in?
Nothing adventurous please
Did you see that one, come in?
You just missed us
You just missed us
You just missed us

Here comes the cool air, the light chill of the fall
Blowing from either direction
Blowing across the yard it's crisp and it's cool
Dogs like it, as they sit around in the sun
And stubbornly i remain under a tree
The wind gusts up stronger from time to time
We're supposed to grow cold as the day wears on
I'm'a looking for the future, today, today, today,
today
And at the same time i am dreading the outcome of our
actions
Fall makes me feel a little sad sometimes
Whip out the sweater and the second layer and it's time
for a change
And surely it's the way,
Oh boy, Oh shit!
Let's record it
A rednecks safe from a bitchy English professor
He seemed unconcerned with my purity of expression
And i can see his point, which is all well and good...
Sometimes i'm not sure if i can see my...
Shake this time when it doesn't really mind
You do just fine and you wont next time
If you want it [X4]
Back to the weather, i must admit it looked pretty nice
Why are my legs shaking
Why are there still mosquitoes
Shouldn't they be in bed and dead by now
I guess i should give it, give it a little more time
I guess i should give it, give it a little more time
I guess i should give it, give it a little more time
I guess i should give it, give it a little more time
Give it, give it, a little more time
I guess i should give it, give it a little more time
Give it, give it, a little more time

They say you walk around
As if a ghost had crossed your path
And turned into a reading material
And as it happens to be chosen
From the torn or taffeta
You're frozen in the contemplation of a win
Okay, that was maybe a little heavy
On the word play
But as first thoughts go
They were mostly to the right
And as you register an itch
Or the things that makes you sweat

And if you don't mind
You little friend of mine
We could climb to the top
Of the hill by the shrine
Following defined
This candy covered lime
I could lick every inch
Of your skin by the time
Get along just fine
Our clocks keep perfect time
If you'd raise your glasses
Then I'd lower mine
Your boyfriend's really kind
Could be a friend of mine
I just wish I was him
When your hand touches mine
It's like a flashy sign
Too bad I'm fuckin' blind
I assume if I'm patient
It will work out just in time
Get along just fine
Our clocks keep perfect time
If you'd raise your glasses
Then I'd lower mine
About the party line
Totally yellow vine
Lady's night has been set
But I don't you will find
The thing is on my spine
My head on your behind
We could play in the yard
Silhouettes we'll find
Get along just fine
Our clocks keep perfect time
If you'd raise your glasses

Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
I want you so baby
Can't even get mad at you
What a thing
You really swing
And I feel so good it's true
You're such a gun
Make my lungs sigh
Breathin' in the air
Through lovin' you
I really know, child
Just how much I care
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Preparing for tomorrow
You do what you have to do
I'll share the weight
Whatever fate
Plans to bring to you
Don't worry 'bout no attitude
You just be yourself
Could live with you
In solitude
And need no one else
Give me your love

This was their last night on the continent
The production was shutting down
Drinks and good eyes were at all ground
The wine tasted like sunshine in the basement.
Chorus:
The... starts itself
Looks like water comes form somewhere else
And I can use a thing or two to dig
Sometimes I find things on the street
Exchange the... wounds for something we can need
You can find me on the stadium
Along the corners of a burning river
Chorus:
The... starts itself
Looks like water comes form somewhere else
And I can use a thing or two to dig
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
And they're all outside...

Hey girl
Is it really right for me?
Send a little message
That I know I can see
Behold the life I lead for you
One would hope they only life will do
Can't you see they only life for new
Hey dude
Better try to make things work
You really gonna mess up
If you're like that with that girl
This way, this life for me
This won't change this lonely life you see
This is not the life I thought would be
Hot dog
Guess you really bite my log
Everybody hates me
But assume I'm not around
For me, I say it's true
I wonder if they love me like you do
Maybe I can suck enough for two
Hey chick
What you gonna make of it?
Getting sentimental
Better get there something quick
It's all the thing for me
Like some weird porno philosophy
Making us a grand apostrophe
It's sick
What you gonna make of this?
You better think of something
Better think of something quick
It's here you make your peace
The cut, the fold, the crease

Every boy is Atlas
Every boy eats apples
Every boy is an asshole
So why do you need them?
Why do you need them?
In a t-shirt blue, did he feel so cruel?
But he's so far from it
To feel like such a fool
[Incomprehensible] makes a sound
The leaves that she [Incomprehensible]
The sun takes away
Like the army that's in ourselves
Every time you walk
It makes a teary sight
Every time when you breathe

Words turn into flowers into paper into plastic cups
that tie around a figure that was planted in the snow.
And often is the case that you have set yourself
specific goals you spaz out in mid sentence and you
mind is gripped in fear.
Fear
I know you're board,
Lets take a walk.
We'll bring the dog,
Dear
Be resolute, be forthright, be indicative of all that's
black and futuristic sea creatures that
nibble at your toe.
A patch of blue, a patch of dirt, a patch of prime, a
patch of white, a path through time
that's held like that because you're bored
Bored
We're better off,
Well shake that cough,
It's not so bad,
Ok, it's worse.
So keep your bread and mandolins, your fiddles and
kept up with those you love because the benefits are
great.
The rinse you find the path you grind distorted like a
condiment or feisty cast of characters, de facto , sans
secure.
If god begat the Mormon into laymen into brethren
into birthdays into cardinals, and liars.
Don't take it off
Pleases leave it on
There is a place
I have a twitch
There is a moustache
There is a cap
There is a wreck

I can flick a cigarette butt
Further and with more accuracy
Lots of practice, i guess
Someday we will all be editors
That jumps around from person to person
And bites you on the ass
A certain static is required
The albino butterfly
Thank you thank you very much
Little spiders making little webs
Nuts is what you have become
Kind of fractured of the facts
Dylan and drugs and the sweat bee
Shake and stretch the stiffness out
Exercise? Not right now
Applauded for your idleness
Connects to a power line
That runs over my head
In the cool wet morning air
As we sit under a tree
Thank you thank you very much
Little spiders making little webs
Nuts is what you have become
Kind of fractured of the facts
An upsidedown wire heart
Being sucked into a periscope
Still the mind is dull
Like you need another excuse
Your thoughts lift like a fog
As the sun burns it away
A soft ball and a stick
And the imprint that it makes
Like a chamber from a gun
After the shooting's done
This is what you have become

She was standing by her mirror
Brushing out her curls and braids
That evening had arranged the night before
She noticed her pale cheeks
As were seen through haggard eyes
That suggested conversation in the morning
I have reached and scraped and borrowed
I have all but paid the price
As was ordered and was needed for the balance
Turning to her husband she so carefully said
"My dear, what put that idea in your head?"
Voices cried in silence or crept stealthily away
Left shimmering with rigid lips compressed
To watch over him and prey
Bring him up the Christian way
And now what can I say that?s less profane
Maybe I was in his power
I didn?t mean to tell you this
Though I don?t intend to share them
To their full extent
If it?s sorry that we feel about it
Then with feelings I do respect
I am the most undisciplined of man
We are thrown out of our bedclothes
Instead of slumbering away
And a smile spreads like
A sunbeam through your face
I am willing to bear my part
I?ve been hasty, I?ve been surprised

Sadly
All of our business
Is the business
Of our dying here at home
And you ought to understand that
For the moment things
Sounds pretty good that way
I know nothing of consensus
But I'm pretty sure the message got
From Palestine to Rome
And your family doesn't live there
Since the wall and your old spotted dog came down
And shalalalala forget it
Shalalalala forget it
Shalalalala forever more
And shalalalala forget it
Shalalalala forget it
Shalalalala forever more
Can you feel me now
Can you feel it now
I am waiting for our parents
To arrive an hour or so from now
But they say that security
And the weather won't be decent anyhow
I've been looking through these pages
Of the diary that they made me keep in school
All the words were really awful
But this picture that I found of you was cool
And shalalalala you'll get it
Shalalalala forget it
Shalalalala forever more
And shalalalala you'll get it
Shalalalala forget it
Shalalalala forever more
Can you feel me now

Stand about
Stand aloof
Stand aside
Stand apart
Stand back
Stand away
Stand up
Stand over
Stand to
Stand against
Stand before
Stand with
Stand alone
Stand in
Stand it out
Stand it out
Stand it out
Stand it out
Stand up
Stand through
Stand down
Stand around
Stand ready
Stand inside
Stand me
Stand them
Stand hurt
Stand strong
Stand along
Stand reckless
Stand right
Stand true
Stand it out
Stand it out
Stand it out
Stand it out
Stand down, stand down
Your shoulder to the sea
Stand down, stand down
Your shelter from the rain
Stand down, stand down
Stand beside your enemy
Stand over me
Stand over me
Stand down, stand down
Your shoulder to the sea
Stand down, stand down
Your shelter from the rain
Stand down, stand down
Stand beside your enemy
Stand over me

Crackers spoil
In the California sun
Autumn leaves
But she never said where she was going
In your heart
Your mind grow dumb
You feign surprise to learn that
That's where babies come from
Remove your grace and ease
Try to avoid even the casual relationship to cheese
Girl I'm on my knees
There's a righteous piece of cheese
This twenty minutes
Doesn't seem that long
Still there's a tendency
To always get the words wrong
And here we sit
Out this tropical storm
Burning pages from your note book
Just to keep your hands warm
In or out of bed
This sergeant shaved my head
Your outrageous guess
Cover them with roses and affliction
Be the one that hardly speaks of fiction anymore
To leave when you're on top
And your team gets robbed
Overcastted funny faces
Hardly reminiscent of the truth
In the barracks
By the army cot
There's a feller who's just cut his face shaving
And as he bleeds
On his pillow in the dark
Waiting for the morning

I'd like to buy a good
Used paperbacked living bible
And I've got some things
That I'd like to put on out there
Like a pony cart and an old bird bath
A kitchen sink and a rocking chair
You can turn me on
Almost any day at noon
Hey I'd like to put on
A four month old rat terrier pup
I think he's a male
And he's marked up pretty and
everything
This woman's got some goats
But his feets never been on the ground
You can just buy one
Or you can have the whole heard
Yeah I'd like to find
A twenty seven inch color TV
Has to be non working
An RCA cause I need the parts
And daily there's an old drive shaft
And the same Berkeline recliner
It's green and it's cloth
And it's been used very little.
Then there's a Reba designs
Size eight, prom pageant dress
It's icy blue
With sequins worn just once
There are others that are strapless
But this one's slit above the knee
If you're looking for
Something perfect for that student
I have always thought
That hand guns were made for shooting people
Rather than for sport
Why not use a rifle in most other applications
You might find a riffle or a musket
But you'll never hear a pistol
There may always be
Someone looking for or finding some
Guess I'd like to sell

Oh, Ohio
Seems like
A dream to me now
Newspapers in an empty basket
I know
All will show
I wrote your name
Upon a paper bag
Brown today
Green tomorrow
And green doesn't matter
Yeah green doesn't matter
And I hear that the word is out
And a dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do
And green doesn't matter
Yeah green doesn't matter
When you're blue
Busting my chops
Green fields into rocks
Beyond the fruited plain
Where there grows no fruit again
And I got your theme
Inside my head, 'side my head
Green doesn't matter
Green doesn't matter
Green doesn't matter much
Yeah green just doesn't matter much
Green doesn't matter

even a child's love needs to be proven?
as he turns off the gas, and runs away from the truth
he seals up the doors with the masking tape
and he closes all the windows and makes sure they stay
with his head in the oven he feels his feet near the
floor
makes a crease on his chest he puts his knee on the
door
is the propane within he's really not sure
still there's tears in his eyes and the stars on the
shore
And I say these things I will never do for you
(even though I want to I want to I want to)
even though I want to I want to I want to
(everything means nothing, you're screwed)
a little light that shines indoors
(and happy has been long enough to find)
and happy has been long enough to find
there's six fryars outside my front door
she's in her underwear she lays his feet on the floor
on the face is a smile now fallen half off
she turned her head back around she started to cough
she said i think i'm going to puke
and i said i'm sorry i'm sorry is there something i can
she said i'm the one who's sorry I think i peed on your
floor
i said that's okay and then she puked some more
and i say these things i'll never do for you
(even though I screw up from time to time)
even though i screw up from time to time
(why can't you understand I protest)
the little light that shines in doors
there's a little whiskey on my finger
i toured the place where the body was found
there were beer cans and candybar wrappers laying all
over the ground
don't light that cigarette in here (face the door)
i said i don't care i want to be someone
and i say these things i'll never do for you
(even though i screw up from time to time)
even though i screw up from time to time
(why can't you understand i protest)
why can't you understand i protest

I have stood here in this garden
Where you placed me in the spring
I have held my arms gracefully from my side
A dog dish and an afro pick
You laid beside me as a trick
Of compassion that comes through the night
In fields of green this field of straw
There ain't no telling what we saw
As we stand together on this hill
I used to be a part of a more complicated scheme
As furniture with glass upon my head
You paint me white you clean me off
You say my name each time you cough
It's a pattern as old as it gets
I'll stay right here till you get back
I'm concrete white you're plastic black
I'm a statue of the Virgin Mary
I am free from all decisions
I am free from all despair
You can see there's not a wrinkle on my face
Looks pretty good from where I stand
No crying fields no sins of man
All for the love of Raymond

This pencil's got a nice feel to it
It never runs out of lead
And it looks like others in our hands
But it writes crazy things instead
It can make a list or describe a thought
It can draw a line or note
But it can't make you respond to this
Testimony that I wrote
'Cause it cannot get a hold of you
It cannot get a hold of you
It cannot get a hold of you
It cannot get a hold of you
In the bedroom was a telephone
It was screwed onto the wall
There were other phones in other rooms
But on this one you would call
The receiver had a curly cord
That would stretch on out the door
Now I keep one in my pants pocket
Who could ask for anything more
But it cannot get a hold of you
It cannot get a hold of you
It cannot get a hold of you
It cannot get a hold of you
Like the great communicator
He can bark across the yard
I'm such a bad enunciator
Understanding me is hard
I cannot get a hold of you
I cannot get a hold of you
Now the pencils dull
And the keyboards broke
And the batteries are dead
But some how you still figure out
What's exactly in my head
Like something got a hold of you
Like something got a hold of you
Like something got a hold of you
Like something got a hold of you
Like something got a hold of you
Like something got a hold of you
Like something got a hold of you

I heard a rumor that I'm sad
Or at least that I feel bad
Whoever said that doesn't know
I'm pretty sure that I don't know
And if a case was made for this
Could it be something that we missed
Let's let the cat out of the bag
Let's let the neighborhood go bad
It take some time but there you go
It takes a lot of guts to show
The silly side of who we are
As if we'd ever go that far
So we can put the watch away
And we can throw away the cane
And we can walk through God's own will
Because he's crying, crying still today
What are the odds that you are right?
What will we have to eat tonight?
What if I told you it's okay
To be my action figure?
I've swatted bugs all afternoon
I've swallowed beer like a cartoon
And if old Waylon hung the moon
Will we be singing with him soon?
And I will learn to look away
When there are thing I cannot bear
Perhaps you'll sing a different tune
Perhaps we'll learn to tell the difference
And there are people that I know
Who learn to live within their limits
And we are lucky to be so

Took the Christmas lights
Off the front porch
February 31st
A band mate was in New Orleans
My soul mate was on the coast
After all it takes for us
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is
a sin
There are missionaries on a beachhead
On our television screen
And I swear it looks like England
Yeah, I think it's England
And the dogs they bark at no one
And we do the best we can
I don't want to go to sleep
When I'm hungry
I don't want to wake up
When I'm stoned
It was good to talk to you while we're cooking
Sounds like we're making the same thing
One man cooks with powder
The other cooks with stones

takes the sum of all the kindness
And the whole of all the guilt
I scramble our affection like some eggs
There are things I want to tell you
But sometimes I get confused
Still I try to make a mental note of this
But tonight we'll have this whole place to ourselves
And tomorrow will not have the chance to speak
Come closer now so these words lay soft and low in
your ear
I've never had a moment of regret
I should have seen this coming
And if pressed I guess I did
It's not like I can change things in a day
Let's step out of the ghetto
Let's stray too far from church

Chickadee tosses leaves out of her nester
My uncle's uncle's uncles fester
To chesnutt's empty sound
One by one they hit the ground
It's fall and it's warm
And I've got a sweater
Tell me nothing nothing's better
The flowers wilt from the weight of the leaves
But it's not the cold
It's the dryness
That makes it so, (groovy)
Believe you me
Believe me you
Let it roll
God cues his trees to drop their load
I've got some used cowboy boots
You've got some weed
It's a noisy cracked accumulation
Of golden brown, mr. Brown's first born
Can anyone get it
It's not too obvious
Two friends locked in a dutch romance
It's the angry middle aged distraction
Your postman stumbles in the yard
With a message long
You communicate through song
And take it up with the vicar
Believe you me
Believe me you
Grateful for the score
The nuts today you store

In a life that's wrong and hung around
I'd probably wet myself with all the talk
Think of me as serious or slightly disappointed
I'm not looking to defend this attitude
Your dress is perfect
Your shoes are strictly you
Your speech is articulate
And your eyes were too
I remember once when you did acid as a kid
There was a moment when you seemed so in control
I was straight, out of my head
And you would kindly share your visions with me
I'd like to share one with you now
You stand there erect
You are bracing for the crash
There's things we will send
I just want to let you know
Our thoughts for you will never end
Now we've had a cause to laugh
And generate this social gaff
Of feeling less compassionate for some
I realize the gravity
To interfere with your tragic time
Word has it that your friends all want to help
Stripped to the bone
And carried away on your own
Outstanding debt
You cut yourself
and then you make a mess of it you're gone
I'm sure I'll never send this
and it seems a bit peculiar
but you know we never talk of heavy things.
if we get a chance to see each other in the future
I am sure we'll find a way to deal with it.

So your college chick fire puppy fine dope smokin' Bill
Monroe on alumni lawn
Barebreasted funfestival justice and clarity
Open the door for you like a silly clown
Are ya talking to me
More people that live in the past
Be it the first date or the last gasp
More fuckin' facts than you're able to grasp
Over and over 'til the words drip off his tongue like
rose water into a warm bathtub
A ponytail dances on the pathway nearby
As the sun burns her thighs and your forehead
Breathe deep now this won't hurt a bit
Pardon me while I throw a fit
First year heart and then your ribs
Want to lose this loss again
One stroke of the masters pen
Again and again

Sunday afternoon there's something special
It's just like another world.
Jogging in the park is my excuse
To look at all the little girls.
I'm not a flasher in a rain coat,
I'm not a dirty old man,
I'm not gonna snatch you from your mother,
I'm an art lover.
Come to daddy,
Ah, come to daddy,
Come to daddy.
Pretty little legs, I want to draw them,
Like a Degas ballerina.
Pure white skin, like porcelain,
She's a work of art and I should know
I'm an art lover.
Come to daddy,
And I'll give you some spangles.
Little girl don't notice me
Watching as she innocently plays.
She can't see me staring at her
Because I'm always wearing shades.
She feeds the ducks, looks at the flowers.
I follow her around for hours and hours.
I'd take her home, but that could never be,
She's just a substitute
For what's been taken from me.
Ah, come to daddy, come on.
Sunday afternoon can't last forever,
Wish I could take you home.
So, come on, give us a smile
Before you vanish out of view.
I've learned to appreciate you
The way art lovers do,

Heaven is a disaster
And you won't get there any faster
Mine is a lazy [Incomprehensible]
That's been left out here, in the rumpus
Do the shabby thing
With you
Separate the wood
From the screw
Do the shabby thing
With you
Separate the wood
From the screw
Yes, that was my bet shot
Bleach is mixed with apricot
Regards are sent to authorities
Who maintain a set priorities
Do the shabby thing
With you
Separate the wood
From the screw
Do the shabby thing
With you
Separate the Lilly
From the dew
Lest, we forget the best part
Elevate to a higher art
Investigate, such stinking truth
Positive, in no need of proof
Do the shabby thing
With you
Separate the beef
From the stew
Do the shabby thing
With you
Separate the wood

Well it started out intimate enough
She was hardly convinced of this
And nothing was right with out it
And every thing, I mean every thing's unclean
How long is the right to suffer
And nothing impresses me
You are scared of all the couples and the mothers
Who disrespect your orders of the day
And I can't stand up
And I can't give back
It's just that it seems impossible
To understand a man like me
And I promise I won't live without you
And I promise I won't be that mean
These stupid promises are accumulating
In a grossly unwholesome scene
Now I'm happy to have lived without it
Pretty easy, if you know what I mean
I will stand upon a windswept hillside
Latter to recount how much this meant to me

There's still time
To undo the fade
There's still time
To fill the bag with raid
There's still a coat
There's still a hat
What mortals do
There's still time
The righteous thing
There's still time
To fill the bag with raid
There's still time
What mortals do
Is there really any reason
Why we take this crap?
Is there really any reason
Why we take this crap?
Is there really any reason
Why we take this crap?
Is there really any reason
Why we take this crap?
Cover the floor same as before
Cover the floor same as before
Cover the floor same as before
Cover the floor same as before

You know the tin chime in the window
Is muted i suppose
It's amazing that I can think straight
Since you and i got old
Then phone rang and you moved closer
As we heaped up on the fire
And we dreamed of the apostles
And they're calling you a liar
And he draws upon a dream that's all
Goes over to the curtain drawn
And smiles to see a cigarette in her eyes
Her eyes
Harry Winston had a brother
He retired from the stage
As they pinched apart the curtains
He put his elbow in her face
Marcus Fischer was a good friend
I liked him really well
But his girlfriend Laurie Johnson
She was somethin' else
And he draws upon a dream that's all
Goes over to the curtain drawn
And smiles to see a cigarette in her eyes

The last time that i came here
I came down with a fever
The next day it was gone
With the suddenness of ist arrival
When we all were much younger
Were we really different
In the really real world we knew
Last night i saw the sun rise
Over sleepy barcelona
Riding on a bus
With the road crew from embrace
While everyone was sleeping
I noticed a reflection
And saw the egg upon my face
The last thing i remember
About waking up in kristiansand
Was gagging on my toothbrush
As it brushed across my tongue
And removed a drunken sailor
Paid his bar and porno bill
Gonna have to fuckin' hose him down
The clarity is blinding
Where's the befuddled middleman
The gentle goofus
With his comedy and wit
Spaced out in the crowd
With the cramped and the cluttered
Falls from your fingers to his hand
Falls from his fingers to your hand
The old matchbook trick
Keeps the table from wobble
Slipped under the short leg
Steadies the unsteadiness
Of the lopsided conversation
Makes a solid place to rest

Last thought that you think today
Has already happened
The link between profound and pain
Covers you like Sherwin Williams
Smokey Joe is broken
Drops into your lap
And the big red wasp
Makes a scan through my black pages
Last night, our boy was out there
Burning up his matches
Saw him in the afternoon
Sporting a black eye
The universal man
With a pistol or a bottle
Types with confidence
As we grow out of our bruises
Once I had a friend
Who had the knack of tossing
His mind around geography
Boy, you think, you have problems
The hunter is asleep
At least that's what I call him
In the afternoon of

When the chimp on the tree
Shakes his fist at me
You know I love it
'Cause it means that much to me
And my nuts knows it's not
In a bid to reach the top
There is no other
'Cause it means that much to you
You'll be free to guess
Again, you'll see
And there'll be work
That they tell you to do
But if you don't care a lot
When the world just hits the spot
You'll be out again
By Christmas time next year
Just be sure when you're not
Of the 'I' that doesn't dot
When you're young
Nothings hard to pick that clean

A goofy Libra a drafty car
I do believe, I've stepped on my guitar
A borrowed bender a liver ends
Until you've seen it, it's really just pretend
A coward's trade a careful foray
Against the blade a patent
Answer can't wait
To get my hands on her
The closing of the coor
The blistered buttered roar, oh
Callous even hand
In the village of the damned
A broken glass, the broken table
The spitting image if I was able
A frightened bird the written word
Our daily logic has become absurd
And when you see her smile
You live the fever for a little
While you'll never ever leave her

and i have visions
like scars are in the sky
boiling water is running from your eye
and all our trouble
cannot be gone too soon
a cowboy on the moon
and i am stupid
i clutter up my mind
i'm always sorry
for somebody left behind
and i will write you
when i can find the time
a cowboy on the moon
when i was little
we gathered round the set
remote controls
were not invented yet
an historic moment
and now i have two pets
a cowboy on the moon
the blessed buttons
and the sacred sandwich
a happy hamper
in which to put my clothes
a texas spaceman
and a boy named buzz

We all know love is free
But gets you fried chicken
I hear those people ring
Conversation, listen
A false security
Breezes of the past
Impossibility
Reminds us of what's best
Lost in topography
Each with our possessions
Those difficult days
A butcher of our conscience
A public enemy
That reaches for our guts and heart
A possibility
A magnificent obsession
A possibility

I used to smile most any day
I'm a moody fucker
And what about the other night
When I got pissed at you?
I don't want to cry no more
I don't want to cry no more
I don't want to cry no more
How 'bout you?
I got a lot of sleep last night
I'm a moody fucker
Now, I got a lot to live for
I don't care anymore, what will I do?
As I don't have to cry no more
I don't want to cry no more
I don't want to cry no more
How 'bout you?
I've had a lot of time to think
'Bout the things that I've thought of
Now, I'm pounding on the brink
To be a moody fucker
As I don't want to cry no more
I don't want to cry no more
I don't want to cry no more
How 'bout you?
'Cause I'm a moody fucker
I'm a moody fucker, I'm a moody fucker
I'm a moody fucker, I'm a moody fucker

God made us rational
Thought made you stereo
I think of you today
Boy, what an a-hole
You made me spare
Like used software
I will not join you
Friends make you sensitive
Loss made us idiots
Fear makes us critical
Knowledge is difficult
Rob from always on the run is so bad
and copy paste is a sin
You made me spare
Like used software
It will not bring you
Sound makes us visual
Life made you beautiful
Hate makes us powerless
Turn on a radio
You made me spare
Like used software
I will not follow you
Sleep made you possible
"Dude" makes this laughable
Night made a day like this

This is not new orleans
No party in my head
I want to take a bottle
From the barroom to my bed
I want to know the flavor
Feel the stinging on my tongue
See the scattered dumbness
Of another evening left undone
This is not poetry
This is depravity
This is an outrage
This is unsavory
I am escaping
My home trappings
It takes an old man
To bend a sapling
Do not wait
Do not ponder
What goes on here
Goes on up yonder
Ghastly mask
Shape undone
A human pile
Of hair and come
This wicked man
Has become unwise
A silhouette
Between her thighs
We are now going
We are not growing
Anymore, anymore
Wipe your mouth
The bottle's empty
Urinate upon the tree
Into the lake
You threw the house key
Your mistake
Their morality
Sleeps with the fishes
Dirty dishes
There lays the vessel
On its side
Sleeps with the fishes
Dirty dishes
There lays the vessel

But it just looks so cold there from the bottom
Another part of another ritual
Standing in the kitchen, arms are braced against the counter
Swallowing like mercury down the drain
And the neighbors have been drinking
And they are raising quite a stink
Pretty soon they will be fighting
It can get pretty ugly
The city makes a hooting sound tonight
The owl on the roof has got it right
And if it's left to him he can take that stupid grin
And decapitate a rodent or a mouse
Take the B train or the shuttle
At the exit have a smoke
Try to spit onto the sidewalk
Instead you wipe it off your chest
I don't wanna freak
But the tongue erodes
Each time we speak
On a timely mission
Ohh, you look pretty swell
In your new position
Fiberglass, funny face upon the wall
It's funny when it's not funny at all
And if it's up to him, you can take the ways of sin
And smash it like a glass against the wall
But it's nothing too pathetic
Full of rhetoric and doubt
Carry on like little creatures
In the fields of the heart
I don't wanna freak
But the tongue erodes
Each time we speak
On a timely mission
Ohh, you look pretty swell

This is my song don't sing along
It's opinions disarrayed of might are drooped
Like good men I am disabled
From understanding what we are taught to condemn
In the kingdoms of the well and of the sick
And the hours that it took to think of this
And the road that got the best of you one day
Can you see it all
Some how I knew this wasn't it
Some how I knew that we will see this to fruition
They said I was a ditsy housewife
And I have a crude opinions of unpractised men
In my pajamas I still hold my record player
There's a hockey game on the table by the chair
And when it rains your hair begin to curl
Come the winds of dawn
Without your eye patch and your parrot
I've been informed it was national "talk like a pirate
day"
Perhaps this singing is a refuge
From other equally uncomfortable thoughts
And you disregard the clock upon the wall
It's a wonder you can disregard at all
You just try to find a softer way to fall
Back into my arms
Now he thought he was a citizen
But only in the vaguest sort of way
And we will tale it to the people
And the people will then take it all away
With our pencils we are righteous and we're rough
And you wonder when your education starts
And you wipe your nose upon your pretty sleeve
And then you leave
I think we had better call a cab
Our thirst for this has made these no use
And I remember our last kiss
And I'll remember all the others from now on
Until it's time to sing this song over my grave
Like a boy who just forgets the mourning shave
Or the girl gets that hound dog to behave

I've never been in love before
And I've needed nothing, nothing more
Than to be with you
Make a sweet scene with you
The chances I'm aware
Are increasing now that there
Is love
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a
Love I've never thought about it
Just some silly word that people use
Love, my stupid love
Has proved, that to be without it
Would be a loser's bit
Now that I get, the hang of it
My love

We have crawled among the elements
Taking pictures with a phone
Carry buckets over mountains much like we used to
Past a riddle in the river
Catching fish with just our hands
And they taste of some cool pastoral splendor
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a
And the sky it opens up like candy
And the wind it don't know my name
And the sky it opens up like candy
And the wind it don't know my name
And the warm comes back
Even though I thought it would not, yeah
I saw the light beyond the sunset
Nearby a little country church
And it felt a bit like little Jimmy Dickens
And the shadows disappear
In a day that breathes forever
And God comes and gathers up his jewels
And the sky it opens up like candy
And the wind it don't know my name
And the warm comes back

Looking back over my years, I guess I shed a tear
Tried and tried, time and time again, think I'm gonna
But I know from the first that things ain't right that
I'm losing again
Takes a fool to turn twice and start all over again
I think I better let it go
Looks like another love TKO
I think I better let it go
Looks like another love TKO
Tried and tried to take control of my life but they
controlled me
Tried to lose all thought, all sense of time, tried to
change my mind
Take the bumps and the bruises and all of the things of
a two-time loser
Tried to hold on to all of the things that is gone,
it's just another sad song
Oh, I think I better let it go
Looks like another love TKO
Oh yes, I think I better let it go
Looks like another love TKO
Tried and tried to take control of my life, they
controlled me
Tried to lose all thought, all sense of time, tried to
change my mind
Take the bumps and the bruises and all of the things of
a two-time loser
Tried to hold on to all of the things that are gone,
it's just another sad song
Oh, I think I better let it go
Looks like another love TKO
Oh yes, think I better let it go
Looks like another love TKO
Let it go

Your drug of choice
Mix it with a voice
A voice that?s creepy
Like a nice color red
Laid out on the bed
Someone's been on this bed before you
Your barrettes and bracelets
Become like
A little missiles in your mind
You asshole
Just press the one
Then you'll get some of what
They're taking
You think this is fun
When you are one of those
Awkward strangers
And low is ambition this time
Out of my head
Out of my own bed
I wake to find another
In a coffee black
I look back to the shack
The one that's covered in vines
Your barrettes and bracelets
Become like
A little missiles in your mind
You asshole
Just press the one
Then you'll get some of what
They're taking
You think this is fun
When you are one of those
Awkward strangers
And low is ambition this time
Your barrettes and bracelets
Become like
A little missiles in your mind
You asshole
Just press the one
Then you'll get some of what
They're taking
You think this is fun
When you are one of those
Awkward strangers

Well, I hate Nathan Bedford Forrest
He? s the featured artist in the devils chorus
And damn they? re looking ugly to me
Damn they? re looking ugly to me
And they say put an end to all your joking
And you lost your friends when now you quit smoking
And damn they? re looking ugly to me
Damn they? re looking ugly to me now
The print, the proof it disappoints
Damn you? re running late
The fall, the spills are picking up
And it? s their best effort to date
You see your pitchfork, I-rock, saviors
And I? m sorry I still prefer Jim Neighbors
And damn they? re looking ugly to me
Damn they? re looking ugly to me
And they say those who wait will be rewarded
And I think those who are waiting will soon be deported
And damn they? re looking ugly to me
Damn they? re looking ugly to me
Now insurance of the past is gone away
And how they? ve overcome the weakness
For the altered statements
And hey, you know we? re dressed like that
And hey, that? s rather silly
And hey, I made a bet with you
That it? s not T mobility
One more week of this preacher? s blend
Then I? ll soon be back from on the mend
And damn they? re looking ugly to me
Damn they? re looking ugly to me
Soon I can do, sooner what I please
I still hold my hip each time I sneeze
And damn they? re looking ugly to me
Damn they? re looking ugly to me
Oh, the goose, the golden grams
And all the flock is fleeced
And as a man comes up short of ram
His memory? s increased
A trying situation overrated
And gone is comedy
And I? ve been quoted for the criminal suggestions
That were made to me
And by your other peoples projects
You are mostly trusted and complex
And damn they? re looking ugly to me
Damn they? re looking ugly to me
And I can catch and I can ground
In these awkward places that I found
And damn they? re looking ugly to me
Damn they? re looking ugly to me
Now, it? s all of me please don? t
And all you didn? t know
You hush your mind, you won? t
How little you have grown
And I? m still alone
And you? re good looking

You crawled away from me.
slipped away from me.
I tried to keep a hold,
but there was nothing I could say.
you slid and crept away
and there was nothing I could say.
so what you're trying to say
is you don't wanna play.
but what you want and what you need
doesn't mean a f**k to me.
because I can see your back is turning.
if I could I'd stick the knife in.
this is love.
this is my love for you.
get up.
now.

I give the punishment
I take the brandishment
I am the one so hard on me
I am the implement
I am the battered one
(against? I give?) Myself to rape
I stay out in the sun
I am the one so pale
Taking it all too hard
Too serious and way too smart
Too analytical
Taking it on the chin?
Holding it deep within
Letting it hurt again
Dare not to swell with pride
Taking it on the chin
Nothing here works out
Nothing to cry about
I've ruined it negative
I killed it with my ?
Clock my attention span
The fingers of one hand
I count down 3-2-1
And start all over again
Nothing here works out
I should be more secure
Drink in the morning sun
My work could turn to fun
I give the punishment
I take the brandishment
I am so hard on me

Hey Booger, Neely's been overcast morning
A closet full of generic adult diapers and a Bible trivia game
Lunch, three doughnuts and some chocolate milk
Reading a newspaper, that is over five days old
The nurse, the housekeeper
The doctor and the son, older than my father
The smell of old bland cooking wafting and blending
With that of red oak, warm and sour
The kitchen floor is vinyl and it's soaking wet
So is the bedroom of the mother
She has a problem, she is very old
With her bladder
You are outside sucking on a can
Passed out in the living room
Martha Stewart is speaking
Three hundred and fifty pounds of machinery
Roll between her surgical stockings

She went upstairs to make her bed and not a word to her
Mother said her mother went upstairs too saying oh
Daughter my daughter what troubles you
Oh mother oh mother i can not tell that butcher that
Butcher that boy I love so well he courted he courted my
Life away and now at home at home he will not stay
Ther is a place a place in london town wher that
Butcher that boy he goes and sits down He takes that
Strange that strange girl on his knee and tells her and
Tells her what he won't tell me
Her father her father came home from work saying my
Daughter my daughter she looks so hurt he went upstairs
Upstairs to give her hope and found her and found her
Hanging from a rope
He took a knife a knife and cut her down and in her
Bosom her bosom a note he found go dig a grave
Both wide and deep and place a marble slab at my head and feet
And over my coffin my coffin place a snow white dove to

Thought I felt a chill
Thought an underrated skill
A hazard to the emotionally challenged
Fibers from a rope
In the roughness of your hand you cope
With cuddles and the gentle revolution
The guts and gluttony
The chicken of the sea
Will hardly fill your restless void
Powered by Intel
The useless crap you sell
Will leave us more or less annoyed
Down the street you go
Rumors of a one man show
How silly we can be about the future
Parent to the cause
A hustle through and then you pause
To study or to ponder or reflect
It's laid out in a line
That curves and breaks with time
And underscores this fragile nation
But I guess it's right
To love the girls who fight

And if I never live to see another day
Oh, I guess that have to be alright by me
How come we never say what it is that we want to say
Is this just another way to be mean
Mean, mean
Not Steve McQueen or free of worry
And if you never have the need to look the other way
But how could this be good for me?
Let's hope we all prevail to love, take a pill or take a pause
But this is not at all what it seems
Seems, seems, seems, seems
Or take me serious
Make sure we never ever stand in each others way
When you got something that you got to say that?s real
Look to each other that?s a thing that we're gonna do
From now on that?s what we're gonna do to you, for you

The crickets cry tonight
Here comes your girl
The showers fall tonight
It's a rainy world
The shivers on the spine
Could be what we had in mind
Remember all the times we said
We could be we should be in love
On a windy porch tonight
Here comes your girl
Beneath the dull porch light
Your thoughts will curl
Past the women and the men
To where the story ends
The voice from up above says
We could be we should be in love
My disgusting habits end
It's a crazy world
Neither real nor pretend
And there's your girl
My eyes fall from my head
With all the pages read
And i'm so glad you said

Cast a fishing net into the stream
Contemplate the meaning, calculate the mean
There are many here who haven't seen the things I haven't I've seen
Like awakening from a dreamer's dream
And I'll know, and you'll know
That you'll roll down the hole
And from a wading pool, a Christian drinks
And from a talk type show, the liberal thinks
A bombastic vision, theatrical response
A monumental occasion that only happens once
And the hour like a shower
Do not cower as Jerry Clower
Rotting bodies wrapped in black cowhide
Sit at the table by your mother's side
Its time to pick a dish, time to decide
What raw desire often signifies
And the clown lays on the ground
I have found, you're out of town
And the clown lays on the ground

Standing in a stupor by the tank
Better call the super
As I grip the towel rack for strength
Studied all these cracks before
Stuff the towel beneath the door
Crawling up all upon the floor
And wait for it to pass
Hear the faucet dripping
As his brain is slipping into mud
Man I think he's tripping
Better pull his head out of the bowl
And as the ceiling starts to bleed
He carefully begins to read
The label on the toilet seat
It's like warning of some kind
As his face turns bluish
And his eyes roll back into his head
The funeral was Jewish
All the mourners traveled in one car
They remembered he had said
You're never lonely when you're dead
And as the final rights were read
The angels start to sing

All the leaves have turned to leather
I have lost faith in the spring
Withered like a dark balloon
I hear no robin sing
Ushered with no shower still
Oh the rain falls off the eaves
And a rim of shady light
That forms these patterns on my hands
I can see your ring
Is it camouflaged or etch
Tell your king
From me this errand sent
To call such a hole
In the kingdom of the Lord
That we are afraid
Where there is no fear
Oh he fell into a slumber
And did not wake until the dawn
To see a band of orange clouds
Cross the middle of the sky
He got into a fluster
He felt a tightening in his leg
With such finesse he waived a hornet
From a wine glass
And tiny fluffs of the feathered life
And you wander forth
With your insolence and wine
The fruitless mourn
To whom that cannot hear
What the fuck am I doing here
In the ghettos of Chicago
Amid the poverty and despair
Inside the game hens
Were the giblets in a plastic bag
A cocktail which consisted of
His gin and her vermouth
Garnished together with pearl onions
And dying eyes gleamed forth their ashy light
Tiny fluffs of the feathered life
And you wander forth
With your insolence and wine
A fruitless mourn

Here's a little story 'bout regret
Doesn't have an ending, it's not finished yet
But from what I know this far it's just a peep at who
we are
And an incomplete sentence that you said
Now it's time to terminate our trust
Even though to you and me it doesn't matter much
We can close our eyes and picture better days ahead
Even now the phone begins to ring
And our life hangs on a string
And today we start to learn just what that means
And somehow we're faced with the fact
That you won't ever get this back
This story's short just like I said
Can't seem to get it through my thick head
Started out with hope and now the ending is
suppressed
Smothered like a fire in your dreams
Or will we burn for you tomorrow in your dreams
Or will we pass out in the airport like a freak upon
your seat

I'd like to buy a good
Used paperbacked living bible
And I've got some things
That I'd like to put on out there
Like a pony cart and an old bird bath
A kitchen sink and a rocking chair
You can turn me on
Almost any day at noon
Hey I'd like to put on
A four month old rat terrier pup
I think he's a male
And he's marked up pretty and
everything
This woman's got some goats
But his feets never been on the ground
You can just buy one
Or you can have the whole heard
Yeah I'd like to find
A twenty seven inch color TV
Has to be non working
An RCA cause I need the parts
And daily there's an old drive shaft
And the same Berkeline recliner
It's green and it's cloth
And it's been used very little.
Then there's a Reba designs
Size eight, prom pageant dress
It's icy blue
With sequins worn just once
There are others that are strapless
But this one's slit above the knee
If you're looking for
Something perfect for that student
I have always thought
That hand guns were made for shooting people
Rather than for sport
Why not use a rifle in most other applications
You might find a riffle or a musket
But you'll never hear a pistol
There may always be
Someone looking for or finding some
Guess I'd like to sell
A good used paperbacked living bible

Here comes the cool air, the light chill of the fall
Blowing from either direction
Blowing across the yard it's crisp and it's cool
Dogs like it, as they sit around in the sun
And stubbornly i remain under a tree
The wind gusts up stronger from time to time
We're supposed to grow cold as the day wears on
I'm'a looking for the future, today, today, today,
today
And at the same time i am dreading the outcome of our
actions
Fall makes me feel a little sad sometimes
Whip out the sweater and the second layer and it's time
for a change
And surely it's the way,
Oh boy, Oh shit!
Let's record it
A rednecks safe from a bitchy English professor
He seemed unconcerned with my purity of expression
And i can see his point, which is all well and good...
Sometimes i'm not sure if i can see my...
Shake this time when it doesn't really mind
You do just fine and you wont next time
If you want it [X4]
Back to the weather, i must admit it looked pretty nice
Why are my legs shaking
Why are there still mosquitoes
Shouldn't they be in bed and dead by now
I guess i should give it, give it a little more time
I guess i should give it, give it a little more time
I guess i should give it, give it a little more time
I guess i should give it, give it a little more time
Give it, give it, a little more time
I guess i should give it, give it a little more time
Give it, give it, a little more time
[Repeat till end]

You crawled away from me.
slipped away from me.
I tried to keep a hold,
but there was nothing I could say.
you slid and crept away
and there was nothing I could say.
so what you're trying to say
is you don't wanna play.
but what you want and what you need
doesn't mean a fuck to me.
because I can see your back is turning.
if I could I'd stick the knife in.
this is love.
this is my love for you.
get up.
now.
say you won't go.

Took the Christmas lights
Off the front porch
February 31st
A band mate was in New Orleans
My soul mate was on the coast
After all it takes for us
2B2
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is
a sin
There are missionaries on a beachhead
On our television screen
And I swear it looks like England
Yeah, I think it's England
And the dogs they bark at no one
And we do the best we can
2B2
2B2
I don't want to go to sleep
When I'm hungry
I don't want to wake up
When I'm stoned
Too
2B2
It was good to talk to you while we're cooking
Sounds like we're making the same thing
One man cooks with powder
The other cooks with stones
2B2
2B2

teardrops form a shadow
this tongue starts to waggle
that's a lovely dress ya'll
and oh that's just teachin'
and it's not true you know
you swear and all by yourself
as time delivers for a while now
this may not appeal to you
but i can hardly spell my name
a siamese beside his lonely also
and i've been waiting all my life
in spite of this arrangement
moderation on vacation

I give the punishment
I take the brandishment
I am the one so hard on me
I am the implement
I am the battered one
(against? I give?) Myself to rape
I stay out in the sun
I am the one so pale
Taking it all too hard
Too serious and way too smart
Too analytical
Taking it on the chin?
Holding it deep within
Letting it hurt again
Dare not to swell with pride
Taking it on the chin
Nothing here works out
Nothing to cry about
I've ruined it negative
I killed it with my ?
Clock my attention span
The fingers of one hand
I count down 3-2-1
And start all over again
Nothing here works out
I should be more secure
Drink in the morning sun
My work could turn to fun
I give the punishment
I take the brandishment
I am so hard on me
I am the implement

And I will find you
It's crowded in the club tonight
Wrapped in your coat and sweater
Stand beneath the broken light
And I'm gonna find you
Find you like some beautiful poem
And you're gonna like it
Just wait till we get home
But will you miss me
When I have no where else to go
I'm standing on the outside
Smoking on the patio
But I want to say this
Say it so it won't go away
Set like stains on my jacket
Gravy from Christmas day
But I won't tell you
That love is a variable thing
Like this shape on your ass that
I noticed when you walked away from me
Meet me near the toilet
Meet up later on the street
Your back against the stage door
My head below your feet
And please don't you tire of me
I know that you've waited so long
We can hold one another
Till the other is gone
And I'm gonna find you
Find you like some beautiful poem
And you're gonna like it
Just wait till we get home

So your college chick fire puppy fine dope smokin' Bill
Monroe on alumni lawn
Barebreasted funfestival justice and clarity
Open the door for you like a silly clown
Are ya talking to me
More people that live in the past
Be it the first date or the last gasp
More fuckin' facts than you're able to grasp
Hey
Over and over 'til the words drip off his tongue like
rose water into a warm bathtub
A ponytail dances on the pathway nearby
As the sun burns her thighs and your forehead
Breathe deep now this won't hurt a bit
Pardon me while I throw a fit
First year heart and then your ribs
Hey
Want to lose this loss again
One stroke of the masters pen
Again and again
Hey

Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
I want you so baby
Can't even get mad at you
What a thing
You really swing
And I feel so good it's true
You're such a gun
Make my lungs sigh
Breathin' in the air
Through lovin' you
I really know, child
Just how much I care
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love
Preparing for tomorrow
You do what you have to do
I'll share the weight
Whatever fate
Plans to bring to you
Don't worry 'bout no attitude
You just be yourself
Could live with you
In solitude
And need no one else
Give me your love
Give me, give me

Wearing a halo of mist
Glowing pink and purple
In the afternoon light
Sprawling from a hub
They gave way to patches of green
The wine colored country
Unfolded as we tumbled into our rooms
And our travel kinks floated away
As we stroked the sunrise
And stained the lake a hazy pink
And the jade tree green rivers
And the apple trees
'N' the thoughts of wearing
Our sun screen and evergreens
Are layered like feathers at your feet
Nothing but a blur from a bullet train
A picturesque, old teahouse with a carp pond
As we trundled out of the tunnel
As we trundled out of the tunnel

the crickets cry tonight
here comes your girl
the showers fall tonight
it's a rainy world
the shivers on the spine
could be what we had in mind
remember all the times we said
we could be we should be in love
on a windy porch tonight
here comes your girl
beneath the dull porch light
your thoughts will curl
past the women and the men
to where the story ends
the voice from up above says
we could be we should be in love
my disgusting habits end
it's a crazy world
neither real nor pretend
and there's your girl
my eyes fall from my head
with all the pages read
and i'm so glad you said
we could be we should be in love

It's the kind of day you never wake up from
A summer's day has come to mind in autumn
Eyes are heavy, nights are long forgotten
In every place and every heart
Branches bare the moon's not misbegotten
Was it hesitant from the start
Some people say that when you're feeling rotten
In a kind of way
In a kind of way
Lying still you listen to the noises
Roll your heads and rub your noses
Cupboards bare you lack of further choices
Who of us now knows where the time goes
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is
a sin
Speak now love to me of your return
It's not how much you make but what you earn
Put your petals in a pile and watch them burn
In a kind of way
In a kind of way
Come what may
In a kind of way
Desperate days
Are mixed with those that aren't
In a kinder way
On holidays I swear I hear an echo
You hold tight to it then you simply let go
Sure as you let those feelings show
They let you know that you are not alone
Speak now love to me of your return
It's not how much you make but what you earn
Put your petals in a pile and watch them burn
In a kind of way

The gold stereo
Stretches out the sound
Turns the plates until they're rounded
The whole that you know
Gets closer to the ground
Closer to that thing you found
For all our massive brains
To call on choked remains
It's painful, it's certain
That something's bound to break
(Inside)
This house is not alone
I'm kicking 'round here somewhere
So check behind the ancient speaker
Like painful southern bliss pured upon like caramel
And garnished with some crushed pecans
To grow is not to grind
To mope is not to mind
The old cap, the geezer
The 15 second teaser
Behold and you know everyone's a ringer
He's not even a very good singer
The dirt on the tracks
Has hardened into clusters
Earthen legs and honey mustard
A storm is closing in
Our leaves start to spin
It's getting much later
I wish I heard your radio
(Tonight)
The people in the rain
Are staring through our backs
Wishing you had half a brain
For all our little pain
Tender is the mangle
The science diet the ivory tangle
The world goes away
Each every stinking day
I'm getting much better
This night's little up-setter
The kids out in the street
Take their toys and break them
Look at them, then walk away
The guy on the cross is holier than I
But then again he's made from plastic
For all our massive brains
To call on choked remains
It's painful, it's certain
That something's bound to break
(Inside)
There's cattle tied with a a chain
Pinch the weeping Willie
I know it's dumb but sometimes I'm silly
I crawl out of the rain
Think of me as fetal

Yeah, there comes a booming sound
It used to come from underground
And now it emanates
From a kind of welfare state
Of the soul
Yeah, baby of the soul
And of the sweet, sweet soul
Let's be certain
Of the deliberate monologue
As sure as if it will fall
Across you, unto you
Will most certainly leave the doing
The doing undone
Come on undone
Come on undone
And we are doing
And we are screwing
Up our lives today, today
Up our lives today, today
Up our lives today, today
What's that we chanted
It's this we planted
C'mon progeny, progeny
C'mon progeny, progeny
C'mon progeny, progeny

I was watching your mouth move in and out
In little unexpected ways
Not hearing a word that you said in over twenty minutes
On occasion I grunt and give you a knowing stare
Focused on what I hope is a pivotal moment
I went to the other house
I got the key from the guard and I let myself in
I knocked on the door twice and rang once
Could you watch this for me until I return?
All smiles and mariachi, they're playing the dating game theme
We ordered some cheese dip, a tea, and two light beers
I feel I should be talking, rather saying something
Instead of nodding and eating most of the chips
My confidence is returning
I'm relating and remarking in an improved fashion
So much that I decide to stop on my way home
So much that I decide to stop for donuts on the drive home
Went to the last house on the list
I was relieved to find my services no longer required
They were no longer required

Well I could be a boy
Without hair in the country
Relaxed and wild
Running down by the creek
Catching those crayfish
And being kinda frightened
But mostly just in awe
Of them mighty crab claws
(now I'm glad I do)
I've wasted
(the way that we're leaving the way that we go)
All my free time
(our lives are better left to chance)
And I've worried
(...pain that... I had to miss the dance)
Just as most kids are of my age
I could be home
With a beer and a movie
Straighten my back
And raping my lungs
While completely maintaining
My absolute innocence
My absolute innocence at all times
And I looked at jewelry
(now I'm glad I do)
For your little finger
(the way that we're leaving the way that we go)
It's so skinny
(our lives are better left to chance)
I can hardly believe you
(...pain that... I had to miss the dance)
I could be standing
For what seems like hours
Shifting my weight
From one foot to another
While watching live music
With the earplugs on
Our nice conversation
Is becoming quite loud
And I'm weary
(now I'm glad...)
Of your ugly pop culture
(the way that we're leaving the way that we go)
You're so pretty
(our lives are better left to chance)
Standing beside the desk
(...pain that... I had to miss the dance)
And I could be sitting
By the telephone tomorrow
To receive a call
By the overweight garth brooks
Who would then try to offer me
Like a hundred thousand dollars
Just for me to go the fuck away
And he's waiting
For my kind of reply
I am serious

In my opinion there is a race
For a place at the bottom of the pile
Is neither completely conceived nor is it ill advised
It just simply satisfy a basic need
We are few, we are few, we are few

These are stains upon your genes
You play me
Fresh
And new
Twenty lashes in the drain
Collecting
Soapy
Residue
The water in the sink, turns brown
Power to be clear, swishing it around
Youscrape
The skin
With a
Razor blade
Not the end it's supposed to be
Display me
Boxed
Re-viewed
All the tears in Tennessee
For the positive
Lover
Or freak
Passing with the speed of sound
Hours to be here buried in the ground
Soon to touch
The ass
Of god's