LYRICS: THE ARCHIVE

Lyrics: The Archive

This is an archive of lyrics for songs once written but no longer sung, in alphabetical order.

“I am excited to be working on new material but am sharing these lyrics for the curious. From the earliest and rawest, to the more recent, they were written over a span of almost 20 years. They are the good, the bad, and the ugly; the beautiful, the witty and the wtf. They are no longer my current state of being, so I am putting them to a poetic dirt nap, but they are here for archival purposes, if you care to poke a stick at them.” – Hannah (Fall of 2019)

5th Street

Yeah she was dancing around the room
With her foot in her mouth and she didn’t really go with the music
And she was trying to keep time but her mind kept slippin’
Crazy as ever lost in a kaleidoscope of heartbeats and feathers
Met her in some kind of American bar down on 5th street
Ordered a drink on me Think as you sink on me deeper into what I’d like to be
Wash me down with ice, melt so nice inside of what I’d like to be
Out on the corner waiting for some better than
To save her while we can as her hands reach out from the inside
Like it or not doing shots of yesterday
Down by the way there’s something she forgot to say
Hey, don’t you miss her, can’t you feel her breathe
She’s just wasting her days, down down on 5th Street
Carrying on like some wild bird cry
Hear her sing bring it on, left her behind
Now she’s telling me stories and what’s on her mind
but as for me I’ll just order some more of those good times
because you know it’s all too soon lost forever
In her feathers she still carries on, watch her dance her way to the bar she says
Not a day goes by, that her heart doesn’t cry
Don’t turn your back on the ones who care
Walk away but you’re headed nowhere
Yeah she was dancing around the room
with her foot in her mouth and she didn’t really go with the music
And she was trying to keep time but her mind kept slippin’
Crazy as ever lost in a kaleidoscope of heartbeats and feathers
Met her in some kind of American bar down on 5th street
Ordered a drink on me Think as you sink on me, deeper into what I’d like to be
Wash me down with ice, melt so nice inside of what I’d like to be

A Man in a Tie

A man in a tie, will tell you lies and lies
Einstein couldn’t tie his shoes, the image of intelligence is deceiving
so is the image of truth

Brakeman

Well Bobby was a fine man
with a gun-stain on his hand
Well he rode that train until he reached the Eastern lands
where there were cities and towers
Men and women and children too, so different from the plains he knew
Well he heard that a hangman cannot find, no he cannot find a workin’ man
so he put his hands to use
to drive the gun-stain from his hands
to drive the bloodstain from his hands
Well hey, hey, Mister Brakeman, are you going to let me ride?
Well hey, hey, Mister Brakeman, are you going to let me ride?
Or are you gonna tell me that my chains are inside?
Oh please don’t tell me that my chains are inside
I wanna travel with the sun and get back to where I begun
I want to take that trainuntil I reach the Western lands
I want to show the Sheriff there
that the gun stains are from my hands
that the gun-stains are no longer on my hands
that the bloodstains are from my hands
Well, you can tell this tale to the stars
and anyone else who has traveled far
that there were cities and towers too
Men and women and children too
Men and women and children too
So different from the plains I knew

Burnt Dinner

What happened ma, what happened ma what happened to the years?
It’s so hard to see your face when there’s cocaine on the mirror
If I had a dollar I still could not buy back my sense
funny how what was funny then ain’t funny now
funny how what was funny then ain’t funny now
Help me mother, help me please, help me to recall
the reasons I have left to hold up these broken walls
if I had mind to, I may just let them fall
oh help me to see reasons if they’re there at all
I was so hungry but I burnt my dinner
when it comes to cooking life I guess I’m no winner
just a beginner who will continue to get thinner
as these days roll by
You throw me knives and you say here try and catch ‘em
You heave out grenades and you say go fetch ‘em
but I’m not dumb, and you’re a bum
trying to change me into something that I’m not
when you know what I am is all I’ve got

Carried Water

Once upon a time, I carried water
Time comes upon me once and water carries me
I am about to become good friends with the highway
don’t know why it always seems like these flood waters are comin’ my way
hey, son, you think you can help me build a boat?
hey, son, you think you can help me build a boat?
there’s two of us I think I know where I can get two goats
but as far as anything else we’ll just have to learn how to row
Well I lay back all mermaid braids
Slish, slosh and breathe, bathe
wonder what you gave me, wonder wonder what you gave me, wonder wonder what you gave me
Once upon a time I carried water
Time comes upon me once and water carries me

Chicago

Go on and steal, steal all of my bread from me
feed it to your children down by the bitter sea
but if those tired, happy, dirty little faces don’t set you free
I walk on the beach I walk to drum beats
we are all just people off the streets
Livers and diers all may meet
in the summer heat
I thank the Lord for the beach
in this octopus of stone
too many roads to find my way home
Cry me a river down to Lake Shore Drive
Now, now now now now now
Cry me a river down to Lake Shore Drive
now now, now now now now
Winter is suffocating me, winter is suffocating me,
Then the fair weather comes, then the fair weather comes
When the fair weather comes you know I’m gonna be alright
Stay in the sand sunrise to moonlight
you can take my shame you can take these earthly delights
I said you can take all the bread
all the bread that you like from me
feed it to your children down by the bitter sea
and if those tired, happy, lonely little faces don’t set you free

Crawling Backwards

You’re crawling backwards, you’re crawling backwards on your knees
You’re high as the birds singing in the trees
You’re crawling backwards, you’re crawling backwards on your knees
towards peace, towards hopelessness, towards everything you ever needed that you could not get
Someone tell me where to go
Someone tell me how to row my boat ashore
My mind is in chains and my soul is walking out the door
He said, “Boy, she sure does look like she needs a shot”
He said, “Boy, she sure does look like she needs a shot”
So Tommy went and he got the vodka, but he meant a shot in the head
Somebody get the doctor, now, ’cause I think somebody’s dead
She didn’t want to spend her whole life being a lonely psychopath
She didn’t want to spend her whole life being a lonely psychopath
That’s P-S-Y-Why me? That’s C-H-Oh, no
That’s P-A-T-H, just the path that you chose
You’re crawling backwards, you’re crawling backwards on your knees
You’re high as the birds that are singing in the trees

Cup of Wine

I saw you stealing wallets in the incandescent light from the pockets of the preachers in the pews last night in the morning you walked out, a peacock on the street with feathers in your cap and diamonds on your feet A Black Cadillac and a woman so sweet but you ain’t got me, but you ain’t got me I philosophized and digested all your theories of the damned your gossip split my brain like a witness on a stand who’s to say who’s wrong and who’s to say who’s right I’ve got this funny feeling in my fingers tonight to steal from God’s pockets, to steal what is mine a little bit of peace and a cup of wine to share with you Who really knows what’s under the clothes? Catch me I’m feeling faint I saw you at the bar with the patron saint you were drinking it straight in the morning I see you, a creature of the damned with all five fingers on all six of your hands a deity unknown to me, a dragon in the mist slightly softer than a shadow, slightly deeper than a kiss what goes up must come down didn’t know it would come down to this so pour wine for tigers and give the lions what they’ve missed I got this funny phrase bubbling to my lips Who’s to say who’s wrong and who’s to say who’s right I’ve got this funny feeling in my fingers tonight to steal from God’s pockets, to steal what is mine a little bit of peace and a cup of wine to share with you

Disaster

She built her life on blood and stress
it did not make for a very pretty dress
the boys always said that she looked so alone
distant eyes and a warm stone cold face
She built her life on a geographic slate on miles of coral left from a glacier
she tried it all but it didn’t satiate her
She built her mind on an interstellar plate
she worried about the colors of the gases
exploding from distant stars meanwhile we just passed
her she built her life on disaster after disaster
If only she would have been alive during the times of ancient floods and sacrifice
she would have made a very intelligent martyr
they would have built her a statue made of stone
maybe that’s why she’s got that old time laughter
coming out from the bones coming out from the bones of her warm stone cold face

Dog on the Street

Well, all of your love is gone, what will you do? All of your love is gone now, what will pull you through? Well, I dream in color, I dream in red, I dream of everything you said to me: that a life long on beauty had been a long, long time for me. And now there’s no use in gettin’ me all worked up, There is no use in gettin’ me all jerked up to see that my love is so far away from me. Well, I saw a dog, he was lying in the street, His master called to him but he didn’t rise up on his feet, And I saw a man, he was kneeling on the ground, His master called to him but he did not hear a sound. And who controls the universe? I think I control it with my mind. And who controls the universe? I think I control it with my mind. And if you don’t see what I’m sayin’, boy you are really blind. Now the train whistle blows in my ear, and how I wish that you were coming home. Well, I’m ten miles high in the sky, and the stars are lonelier than you’d ever know. Now I’m two inches tall in the mirror, Boy, you know I hate to be alone. Well, all of your love is gone, what will you do? All of your love is gone now, what will pull you through? Well, I dream in color, I dream in red, I dream of everything you said to me: that a life long on beauty had been a long, long time for me. And now there’s no use in gettin’ me all worked up, There is no use in gettin’ me all jerked up to see that my love is so far away from me.

Electricity

Shock ran through my body like electricity in the belly of a kite
flying so high in a thunderstorm, in the middle of the night
Candles light the hall if it wasn’t for this flame
I wouldn’t burn my hand Everybody knows but it takes
someone special to understand I talked to a soldier on Sunday
he wasn’t going off to church
He was looking for gold in the backyard
He was looking up at those old lightning rods
Thinking he needs a good friend, one that will never leave his side
One that will shelter him like a tin roof, in the middle of the night
Thoughts float on my mind like, a leaf on a stream a message in a dream
Life is much more than a dream or maybe that is just advice
I talked to a preacher on Monday, he wasn’t going off to fight
He was digging up gold in the backyard
He was thinking of pawning those old lightning rods
buy a skeleton key, tie it to a kite string fly it in a storm and really feel divinity
I need a good friend, one that will never leave my side
one that will shelter me like a tin roof in the middle of the night

Epic

He sits there burning for all his wicked sins
he tells me between shot glasses and safety pins
he sits there burning, he sits there learning
Kaleidoscope is moving, graveyards are standing still
why don’t you just come around hear a knock on my windowsill?
His eyes were moving but his head was quite still
wanting to know if I would or if he would kill
the beast that was inside of him walking to and fro
and nothing short of folk music could ever let you go
He sits there burning for all his wicked sins,
He sits in front of pictures of Mary I sit in front of pictures of him
wanting to know
why life was so bleary if I couldn’t see the sun
and where would I be when I finally came undone
and finished up this mystery and finally closed the book
and put it back on the shelf without a second look
did you dream of murder did you dream of shame
did you dream of yellow snow or did you dream of purple rain
and I was sitting there waiting while your head was a burning flame
Like a book of Chemistry, complicated and irate
a sermon on Heaven given by the head of State
He sits there burning for all his precious sins
he tells me between shot glasses of brandy and sticking safety pins into his ears
don’t you understand that that is not the way to walk there are a thousand things to say
but only so many ways to talk
there’s nothing else to say, the magician cannot be expected to reveal
the secrets of his tricks but it’s just your perception that he steals
I know you still have demons that they are finally in control
your scene is in remission nothing is gonna get stolen
and the price I had to pay from the bottom of my soul
to cast the evilness read out of yours
The witch I had to call upon the witch that came to play
She has followed the curse and now she stays
She will not go away all of my solitude all of my rage
are coming together now with every page the mystery is over,
I told him that I let him go
and nothing short of folk music could ever save your precious soul
Nothing that I said to you ever sunk through
except that one long pointy nail when I crucified your blues
and nothing ever came of it nothing that was good
why couldn’t you just have done what you should
regret is cheap, it is so very cheap what do you want to know what do you want to keep
the witch that was inside of me I know her skin was green
she wears a pointy black hat I wish that she would blow up like gasoline
but I’m not that mean you’re like a dagger in my heart which is like stone
you will not cut me I’m not afraid to be alone
you may pierce the skin but you’ll never ever pierce the bone
it was a hearty price I had to pay from the bottom of my soul
He sits there burning for all his precious sins
he tells me between shot glasses burning mirrors
he told me was all a mistake of youth I knew that he spoke the truth
you can walk freely now up and down the street
but you won’t ever see me I’m one face you’re never gonna meet
Close the lid, put the jar upon the shelf
nothing was ever claimed, nothing was ever named by myself
I know he is a man now somewhere far away
and if you’re the girl that meets him could you kindly tell him
that he has no debt to pay don’t you, wouldn’t you, like you would want to know

Fortune Teller

The fortune teller runs the show
she will tell you what you want to know
she will tell you what you want to know
I could not get to sleep last night
worrying if everything would be alright
Carpet tacks they are on my feet
it hurts so bad to hit the street
and all the houses on all the roads comfort me when I see your soul is gone
when the sky fades from blue I’ll go down to get her point of view
The fortune teller will tell you what you want to know
Above the brick door is a neon light
it’s around the bend and just out of sight
now she doesn’t have any crystal ball
it’s just an old shack, just a hole in the wall
She can read your palm, she can read the stars
But she reads your eyes as she lays the cards
The fortune teller will tell you what you want to know
I went to her place last night to try to see if things would be alright
I listened hard but I’m still not sure
if I should really listen to her
Because the fortune teller will tell you what you want to know
You can get a lesson in fate and free will for a mere twenty dollar bill
the fortune teller will tell you what you want to know

Georgia Rain

I hear that train a comin’, I hear that train a goin’
sit right down at the table babe, I know you’re holding more than you’re showing
You got black aces up your sleeve, you call me on the phone then leave
But you gave me keys to your cage I’m like a pile of daisies sittin’ on the interstate
bigger than a haystack burnin’ in the Georgia rain
I put red tulips on the grave of your trust
I pick ’em and I put ’em in a vase
they say it doesn’t but it does
I get a buzz from lookin’ at your face
You got me walkin’ on moonshine, listenin’ to ragtime
Outta my head, outta my mind
You stuck to me like a bloodstain on a silk shirt
You’re tough like killing floor blues
and smooth as Mississippi John Hurt
walking on moonshine, listening to ragtime
I stay in your harbor, even though my ship has full sails
I stand on the edge of your bow all night just to hear your saxophone wail
People ask me why I love you and this metaphor never fails
My life was a big picture window, babe and you were a Molotov cocktail
There’s so many things that I don’t understand
I’m like Helen Keller, man come and write it on my hand
Walkin’ on moonshine, listenin’ to ragtime
outta my head, outta my mind
Now late at night, when the light is sinking low
and the only voices I hear on those on the AM radio
I hear that train a comin’, I hear that train goin’
sit right down at the table babe, I know you’re holding more than you’re showing
You got black aces up your sleeve, you call me on the phone then leave
You gave me keys to your cage I’m like a pile of daisies sittin’ on the interstate
bigger than a haystack burnin’ in the Georgia rain,
bigger than a haystack burnin’ in the Georgia rain

Graveyard Adventures of Survivor Cupcake w/Part II

Well I’m behind you in handcuffs rapping at the bones at your back door
crying to be taken home but that’s me, survivor cupcake
ready to be consumed by what ails you
headache honey just drip down softly over the walls of this great
damn you
have built to stop the rivers of a flowing passion but I really don’t give a sh…
Glances are séances as I try to communicate
with the dead lust buried six feet
beneath
white sheets
well beat down the flowers, take a shovel to the dust my sweet
roll over the stone and just throw me a bone and then lay down at my feet
little whistle on a big train comes rollin’ round my place
little whistle like a big sigh
when I try to touch your face you got pink sunshine on your face
you got hands too slow to think
you got eyes to weak to wink away the sand from when you were sleeping
you are keeping all your secrets deep
buried in a hurried heap of hiding when it is you who is riding the train
whip out your sword but I’m already slain
I would spit at you but it looks like rain
mud might loosen up the grave,
mud might loosen up the grave
Parking meters on the freeway don’t get a dime
just like melted clocks in the desert they don’t tell the time
so we’re having another one of those surreal moments what’s it gonna be?
Do you want to raise the dead with me?
Or will you push me away with your lack of a smile
saying you just want to hang out in the desert for awhile
getting blisters on our backs and hands
I tell you that I’m thirsty and you help me eat the sand
bones rolling around in the hot hot sun
you don’t have all your parts yet you try to run
oh but honey you’re just gonna run into time
then try to tell me I’m the strange one

Grown Man

I know you’re feeling strong and you just can’t get along without him I know your mind is made up and your logic is paper thin Girl let me lay it out to you straight — don’t wait around ’cause you’re never gonna get a guy like him It ain’t because the fates are cruel, it ain’t because he’s too cool it’s not that you’re a dud, and it’s surely not that you’re not worthy of love A grown man has just got better things to do than worry about if some girl’s love is true so take your heart off of your sleeve, don’t make a fool of yourself it ain’t good for your peace of mind, it’s worse for your mental health He’ll just drive you crazy thinking how you love him so He’ll just drive you crazy thinking how he let you go That’s why I got to let you know if you don’t drink whiskey then you better start ’cause we all know that whiskey mends a broken heart

Headache

Well I’ve been up for three days and I don’t understand why I have this headache
I’ve been taking Tylenol and Jack and Coke
Hey maybe that’s why I have this headache but I don’t want it to go away
because thinking about you is what gave me this headache
thinking about how I could never have you is what gave me this headache so I don’t want it to go away
I can see me applying for a job telling them I work really hard but I just have this headache
You know they make things handicap accessible now maybe this falls into that category maybe I could get my own parking spot but there’d probably be some kind of lawsuit, so why don’t you just come back home My liquor cabinet’s empty, I swear I don’t know where it went and I can’t find my wallet, but I’m sure my money’s all spent
So I go down to the laundromat I go to wash my clothes
makin’ eyes with the Spanish guys while I am buying soap
I’m cleaning out my throat singing songs but every high note makes my head buzz like you don’t want to know
So until they make the medicine stronger, I cannot sing much longer baby won’t you please come back home
Like a farmer calls for pigs, like a farmer calls for cows baby won’t you please come back home, right now

Head on a Platter

He says he wants my head on a platter Well if biblical rage is what you’re after get some religion, son, get some religion, son get some religion Oh baby, don’t cry for me Saw him in the street with a bullet in his teeth looking up at me behind dark sunglasses I don’t care if your past lover was a thief You of all people should know just how time passes Oh baby, don’t cry for me Oh baby, don’t cry for me Saw you on the street, you were begging for change looking up at me behind blonde eyelashes I don’t care about you no more I scream to the wind like an emotional fascist Oh baby, don’t cry for me No baby, don’t cry for me People see me on the street and they ask me, “What is the matter?” It’s hard to breathe in a country run by Pinocchio and the Mad Hatter Oh baby don’t cry for me He says he wants my head on a platter Well if biblical rage is what you’re after get some religion, son, get some religion, son get some religion Oh baby, don’t cry for me

Heaven

Heaven walks with her face down heaven walks with her heart held high above your reachin’ hands I know that you’re just a man and I know that you’re so much other than other than that I don’t see much reason to mix the white with the black yet here I am painting a picture painting things but the things are all gray like gray on top of gray on top of gray what is that you’re making you ask and I don’t know what to say just something other than what I painted yesterday Heaven walks with that face down she walks with her back turned and she has no words about it and when she does speak she speaks so softly it makes you wonder if she’s really even spoken at all, learn to hear her voice within silence urging you to move on ah, to keep right on pursuing what was already gone because you know further on down the road fate will slap you awake and further on down the road you will find that fate is just another shade of paint like gray on top of green on top of blue like you on top of me on top of you only if you want to she has built such tall walls such tall walls tall walls but walls they all will fall all walls they all will fall they all, all will fall

Holes in the Boards

You can put your plans in the hands of man See what that does to your master plan You can build your house with holes in the boards or you can put your faith in the Lord You can put your money on the table Gamble your life away as long as you are able You can spend your money on cocaine and whores or you can put your faith in the Lord See what that cocaine will get you See what that cocaine will put you through You think that you’re alright but you’ll be on your knees tonight You must put your faith in the Lord You can build your house with holes in the boards or you can put your faith in the Lord

Jones

I was down in the swamps of Louisiana, I ran into a guy, said: Hi, my name is Hannah He said: Oh no, my name is Jones I could tell right away he was feathers and bones Coyote howling underneath the yellow moon, saying: Don’t make your mind up so soon
We headed west over to Oklahoma, one of us froze, one of us got a coma I ain’t gonna tell you which one of us got which disease but it was easy to see who was on his knees He said: Oh no, my name is Jones He had a pocketful of lies and a bucket of bones He said he would trade everything that he owns to never be alone.
We headed east over to Illinois to see what was the matter, what was making all that noise It was a coyote howling underneath the yellow moon saying: Don’t set your stakes so high so soon We headed west to St. Louis by Soo-Line, by the time we got there we were both doing fine He hopped a ferry down to Louisiana, I said: Goodbye, Jones He said: Goodbye, Hannah. And my heart was breaking There was Mississippi mud on the bumper of his truck, it was full of bad seasons and full of bad luck, with mud on the mirror I couldn’t see how I could ever replace what I wanted to be with who I was right now.

Ten years later I saw him in Savannah, I said: Hello, Jones. He said: Hello, Hannah He had a tattoo of an eagle drawn on his chest, he was lookin’ like a pirate and tan from Key West Out of his mouth hung an old cigarette, he didn’t say a word but looked like he wanted to make a bet I said: You know, if we never would have seen each other again, that probably would have been best.
But he just smiled, said he was headed to Key West and asked me if I wanted another cigarette I said no, but I watched his burn and I wondered how he had ever learned There was Savannah sand on the tailgate of his truck It was full of bad diseases but full of good luck There was a smudge on the rearview mirror from his thumb and I couldn’t see how he had ever replaced what he had been with what he had become. I told him I was headed to Memphis, Tennessee, he was takin’ Route 95 while I took Route 16, all the while feelin’ like I was in some crazy dream By the time he got down to the Florida keys, I was probably in Memphis down on my feathers and knees, you see I listen to blues and I listen to jazz, but my fingers keep pickin’ this one old rag On and on it’s the same old song, some of it is right and some of it is wrong Oh, no, his name was Jones I could tell right away he was still feathers and bones. Coyote howlin’ underneath the yellow moon, coyote howlin’ underneath the yellow moon, he said: Don’t make your mind up so soon

Kingdom

Good thing these lemon trees are pasteurized
My sour life begins to make me wise
I’d look you up but frankly I’m still stunned
You have arrived, you are your own kingdom
A modern miracle if I get any sleep, with all these crazy fires I keep
thinking about you sometimes just makes me weep
so wake up your eyes with the morning sun
and know that you you you – you are my beautiful one, you are my beautiful one
Sadness comes and sadness goes
Sometimes you get the thorn, sometimes you get the rose
Sometimes you get the thorn, sometimes you get the rose
I’ll just sit and watch my lemon tree grow
’cause the flowers they are so pretty but the fruit, it is so sour
It’s the chaos of life that gives us our power
Don’t go thinking of changing yourself none
You are all you need, you are your own kingdom
Wake up your eyes with the morning sun
You you you are my beautiful one
You are all you need, you are your own kingdom

King James

Oh you know King James isn’t all you’ll ever need The story of Cain and Abel doesn’t mean that much to me today, hey hey We’re all looking for a deeper kind of love We’re all searching for a higher kind of love Met him in the park he was smoking cigarettes with a bum Sitting Indian style in his bare feet Kept talking about all the good times in Cincinnati I said: Man, then why did you come to Chicago? He said: We’re all looking for a higher kind of love And he had no where to go So I took him home, he got lipstick on my phone He was talking to me like I was Helen Keller Should have got him stoned, he would have left me alone Instead of acting like he was my fortune teller He said: I’m not here on business; I’m not here on cocaine My freedom may seem crazy to those that live their lives in chains No I’m just looking for the mercy of god if you’ve seen her, could you send her my way? She’s all I really came to find
When you’re walking down the street at night When your mind is gone and your hair is white When you feel the breeze blow just right And you’re sure that the mercy of god must be near would you tell her to send it my way… She’s all I really came to find

Lay Some Paint on Me

My face is a beat up canvas, won’t you lay some paint on me? Turn me into whatever I will be Oh make me be what others see, hey artist, lay some paint on me because art is your cup of tea, and you choke on it as the case may be well spit it out but don’t get it on me, babe well spit it out but don’t get it on me, babe Friends all dressed in black, cats lapping up champagne while I am falling off my frame Holding tight to walls who know my name, hold me up through change Told me to remain, far from the bold and fake, but you will make me take defeat And I hate to hear you speak of why I’m such a conversation piece You can wait but no one’s falling off their seats I am dada neo beatnick neo super abstract splatter crap I am your oil paint illusion, I am your confusion Your confessionism neo post impressionism, less than isn’t more than abstract shoes that hide your feet as you move along these painted streets because you’re just a piece of beat up canvas underneath Well hey artist, make me like you, under a thick impasto of mood let me bend and break and brood, find no clue as to who is who much less who is true Just let me be what others see, hey artist, lay some paint on me Love is not what you lose, ’cause it ain’t my ghost that walks alone when I walk with you, down painted streets in painter’s shoes Oh and who says that artists aren’t fools?

Lie to Me

He had tattoos of stars upon his arms and I thought I saw the glimmer of an earring or two I told him to stay away from her but you know he was not going to Lie lie lie lie to me Like I haven’t already got enough souls on the fire Try try try try to be All that I desire And by the empty silos outside of town There are ghosts of farmers bummin’ ’round Deep in the city you know he stole her crown Sometimes you’re up so high there’s just nowhere else to go Lie lie lie lie to me Like I can’t turn a heavy stone into a canary She had tattoos of birds upon her breasts I thought I saw the glimmer of ring on her fist sometimes the night makes you lose your cool and you slip down into the abyss Lie lie lie lie to me Lie lie lie lie to me Like I haven’t already got enough souls on the fire Try try try try to be All that I desire

Mad Girl’s Diary

I’m sitting on my bed, it’s raining on my head
How’d this thunderstorm get into my area?
I look into the mirror I see a distant body
You don’t know who you are and it tends to scare ya
Don’t you know, can’t you see did Ozzy say it better than me?
Don’t you know it is a Mad Girl’s Diary
All these things that I thought that I loved
Don’t you know it is a Mad Girl’s Diary
All these things that I’m thinking of
I’m sitting in my car, I’m parked just outside the bar
I watch all the people go in and out
of this whole world I don’t know what to do
I don’t know what to shout about
Don’t you know, can’t you see did Ozzy say it better than me?
Don’t you know it is a Mad Girl’s Diary
all these things I thought that I knew
Don’t you know it is a Mad Girl’s Diary all these things that I do
I went to school and they tried to teach me
I felt like a fool when they could not reach me
History is in the garbage can It’s clear to me that damage is the master plan
I’m sitting in the park it’s getting rather dark
I inhale a cigarette it burns my lung tissue
all in all I guess I really do miss you
Don’t you know, can’t you see did Ozzy say it better than me?
Don’t you know it is a Mad Girl’s Diary
All these things that I thought that I loved
Don’t you know it is a Mad Girl’s Diary
All these things that I thought that I loved
Don’t you know it is a Mad Girl’s Diary
All these things that I’m thinking of

Make Me an Eagle

No fast moving sparrow or early morning crier
no mourning doves sitting there necking on the wire
no bluebird, robin, cardinal colored red
no buzzard like a war chief watching the dead
no parrot, with feathers white and gray
bopping in a cage repeating what you say
Lord make me an Eagle high above the trees
widely I will spread my wings and soar on endlessly
no brown waddling duck or purple-colored finch
no toucan with the beak or blackbird on a fence
no fancy-footed penguin dancing in the snow
no hawk after a field mouse swooping down low
no pelican, with a load of fish in his mouth
no Canadian geese in a V flying South
Lord make me an Eagle high above the trees
widely I will spread my wings and soar on endlessly
no black-footed wood thrush or long-neck goose
no waxling or kildeer running on the loose
no awkward duckling, no graceful crane
no raven tapping on my window pane
no cockatoo, canary, chickadee or bobwhite, no hoot owl howling in the middle of the night
No oriole, no ostrich, no peacock, no partridge–
Lord make me an Eagle high above the trees
widely I will spread my wings and soar on endlessly
no branches, no cages
If I pause for a minute let it be to sit upon the rock of ages
Lord make me an Eagle high above the trees
widely I will spread my wings and soar on endlessly

Melinda

Deep inside your bottom dollar
I can’t even hear you holler
Swing your man around by the arm
don’t give up just because you’ve been charmed
Attack the castle Melinda, don’t follow the pawns that rush
Do me just one favor, Melinda, do not use that crutch
Don’t drink your coffee plain, Melinda
add some half-and-half
You may be surprised to find what you’re looking at
Hold it all inside until, you can no longer bear the weight
drop into Hell’s fiery canyon,
walk into Heaven’s gate
Peter says, “You’re not from around here,” as he lights his cigarette
“I don’t want to start any trouble,” I say as I start to smile
“You just want to live in a bubble,” he says and then adds, “for a while”
Attack the castle, Melinda, do it once for me
Peter smokes his pipe each lonely night without you
Can you hear him roar?
One angel says to the other, “What are you in for?”
There is no way out of Heaven, there is no revolving door
Attack the castle Melinda, do it once for me
Attack the castle Melinda
Do not let any man go free

My Little Raincloud

My little raincloud, coming down from heaven coming towards me to stand over my head and make me cry Thunder and lightning, coming down from heaven and striking the very heart of me I found out that divine intervention gave me a heartache too strong to mention now I’m as blue as a girl can be Why are my demons apocalyptic fools, always grabbing for the heart of dear old me? Why are my demons apocalyptic fools, always grabbing for the heart of dear old me? My little raincloud, coming down from heaven I thought you were an angel, but you were just a cloud Coming, floating to stand over my head and make me cry

Nutritional Facts

Blue island morning, sipping wine softly
keeping time mostly for the sake of not losing it once lost,
unable to let go once stranded unable to get back to
nonlinear patterns on the sea of perception we are marooned
Nutritional facts, tattooed on my back
I am an oak tree down in Georgia,
I am like cigarettes oh Lord-a
the Surgeon General wears a black hood when he swings the ax
oh-oh when he swings the ax
He saddled up his horse, rode away into the Spanish morning
saw a monk along the trail, handed him a flower like a warning
here I stand at the gates, nearly crippled from carrying the weight
love is dangerous, love is cruel don’t let anybody take you for a fool
Nutritional facts, tattooed on my back
I am a peach tree down in Georgia,
I am like cigarettes oh Lord-a
the Surgeon General wears a black hood when he swings the ax
oh-oh when he swings the ax
Paris Hilton is in Prison

Piano

I play piano I play for keeps I play piano when I can’t get any sleep I make up my mind I make up my bed I push these worries way back in my head
You got me worried about the girls the ones you buy champagne for The ones that look into your eyes the ones that get what they came for
I play piano well after midnight I just put my hands on the keys I pray I find inspiration long before it finds me
It ain’t Mozart, Beethoven or Chopin I just play whatever comes into my hands He went to Texas went to Missouri Didn’t say a word he just left in a hurry He went to Memphis then down to Mississippi Sometimes I wonder if he misses me
I play piano I play for keeps I hum a melody I put a little whiskey in my tea and I wonder if he misses me

Pitch Black Eyes

It was my first reaction
that I was on my own
I had no plans to guide me
seemed my baby bird had flown
I traveled through the night just to see your face
Wound up in a graveyard miles from any place
Surely it must be a cloud
or some smoke from some old fire
I could see an apparition
from the gravestone rising higher
Watch her as she rises
Watch her as she rises
She had pitch black eyes
She had pitch black eyes
and a bottle of wine and a bottle of wine
It was my old man’s funeral
Put that hat back on your head
for it was this ghost that showed me
that my love was far from dead
So I made a small bouquet
laid it on the gravestone
on the fenceline I thought I saw a blue jay
I looked twice but he had flown
watch him as he rises
watch him as he rises

Poet’s Blood

Why did you come here, just to be abused by some half cracked up version of the truth? What are you waiting for, your cancer to spread? Why can’t things stay the way they are Poet’s blood always runs red Why did you come here, just to be mistaken by the price of prizes that you don’t need What are you waiting for, you know it gets you nowhere Why can’t things stay the way they are Poet’s blood is never so clear How can I compete with the roses on the Avenue you used to be so sweet what the fuck happened to you? Why did you come here, with roses in your teeth to make out with the robbers but not even touch the thieves What do you have to lose what do you have to gain? Poet’s blood never runs twice the same Why did you come here, with gold in your eyes the world knocks you down and does not apologize What are you waiting for, what prize can’t you forget Why can’t things stay the way they are Poet’s blood is always so wet How can I compete with the roses on the Avenue you used to be so sweet what the fuck happened to you?

Recognize

Do you sit and recognize all these things that you’ve compromised waiting for the West?
So you go and you wrap your hands around the handshake of forsaken men
and never look the other way
and when your glass slipper breaks do you just say it’s for the best?
Do you sit and recognize all these clocks as they hypnotize
the heartbeat in your chest
and when things finally change do you just smile and say it’s for the best?
There are always things unseen
above the mountains in your misty dreams
between the light of the sun and the shadow of death
Do you sit and disagree?
Argumentative conceptuality that follows you around like four horsemen waiting to be seen
and when your glass slipper breaks are you just glad you’re not the one?
Or do you sit and bitch awhile crack a smile just to let me know that you are human, too?
On this road you shall walk awhile in my shoes you will walk this mile
I will tell you what to do

Like dust you will rise looking back on all you’ve compromised over the years
condemned to rationalize the heartbreak of your forsaken lies
please just try to dry your tears
When all the walls you climb are gone all that’s left is fear
so when your glass slipper breaks when your glass slipper breaks
please don’t hold it dear no please don’t hold me dear

The mind games of relationships turn it down just a little bit
I’m trying to hear
so listen closely as I tell to you what will bring you to the clear
Your head is turned at every twist twisted at every turn
how long must you reflect in these broken mirrors
where you will never learn what’s right is wrong though it’s just a song
please release your fears
and listen closely as I tell to you the truth though the truth in itself does not draw you near
You are listening to your rationale’s christening, please release your fears
and when your glass slipper breaks please don’t hold it dear

Ridiculous

I’m ridiculous, suspicious, superstitious I am delicious as much as I am disgusting there I go again trusting someone thought you’d break my heart but you ended up being the one I can’t explain how disappointing it is to be your lady in waiting to watch the dynasty falter into debacle and debating your treachery, your leprosy, leaves no weapons to defend me your treachery, your leprosy, leaves no weapons to defend me keep on pretending, keep on pretending you can handle it there’s a little bit of pain mixed in with the aching in my heart there’s a little bit of pain mixed in with the aching in my heart I’m vicious, voluptuous and vaguely fictitious a fantasy created to elude your senses if you fall in love, I cannot defend your decisions if you fall asleep, I cannot wake you, I don’t want to wake you up there’s a little bit of pain mixed in with the aching in my heart there’s a little bit of pain mixed in with the aching in my heart Oh, you know it’s an amazing world full of chances and coincidences mistaken identities, masks, secret handshakes, eye winks and nudges so hard to keep it straight much less rise above it The only time I can philosophize is when I drink myself until I go blind now I’m dragging myself, now I’m dragging myself home

Sailors

Sailors on a sinking ship
Try, try just a little bit
You did not want to sit around here so you went on a ship
to seek your fortune to seek your fortune
Sailor, there’s not much to do now
Ghosts, ghosts from stern to bow
All this bounty all this treasure
all these things beyond measure
you wanted to see just how high you could go
Sailor you are about to go down as far as you can go
Sailor, you’re on a sinkin’ ship
Try, try just a little bit
But life is futile to save
you are about to go down with the next ocean wave

Self-righteous

I used to be so self-righteous, I could see the parasite on a tick I could tell you what your name was, tell you what your game was Man, it would make you sick Lo and behold I was the perfect prick, Wait a minute, baby, better come here quick I sing the devil his lullabies, I used to work with Michelangelo on the side We all know the devil don’t sleep at night, and me and Mike we’d be paintin’ the Sistine Chapel white You might think it’s a joke, you might think it’s a lie but why would I joke, why would I lie? It would be professional suicide I used to be so self-righteous, I could take the head off of a pin With one phrase I could drag the cat out beat him and then drag him back in I could take the eye out of a fish mix it with mayonnaise for potato chip dip I could take the tire off of a car with a jar of Vaseline and an oak tree stick Lo and behold I was the perfect prick Wait a minute, momma, better come here quick I sing the devil his lullabies I used to work with Michelangelo on the side We all know the devil don’t sleep at night, and me and Mike we’d be paintin’ the Sistine Chapel white You might think it’s a joke, you might think it’s a lie but why would I joke, why would I lie? It would be professional suicide

I used to be so self-righteous it was a long long time ago Before my brain began to be allergic To what I used to know I used to be so perfect but it took up all my time You don’t need to know Michelangelo to know where to draw the line I sing the devil his lullabies I used to work with Michelangelo on the side We all know the devil don’t sleep at night and me and Mike we’d be paintin’ the Sistine Chapel white I used to be so self-righteous, but it took up all my time and you don’t need to know Michelangelo to know where to draw the line

Shadow of God

Lordy Lordy I was lookin’ around, I saw the shadow of God down on the ground I saw the shadow on the ground Shadows of all of his creations down at the train station people and more people, faces and more faces goin’ to different places I saw the shadows on the ground The man in the shop wants to sell you a dollar for a nickel and a dime I talk to him but I ran away because I had to chase my time that was slippin’ away metal wheel on a metal rail and you go away was it that simple yesterday, yesterday my son finding out that you had to run Lordy lordy I was lookin’ around, I saw the shadow of God down on the ground black as night, black as your head, black as the hole in your head let’s play a song on an old vinyl record instead

I’ve been living in a sea of ice for so long and you wonder why I treat you so cold brother please you don’t wanna know my story tonight let’s look at a photograph of us in the light Lordy lordy I was lookin’ around, I saw the shadow of God down on the ground I saw the shadow on the ground Shadows of all of his creation down at the train station people and more people, faces and more faces goin’ to different places I saw the shadows on the ground days went by and I hardly looked around Just the reflection on the glass as they reflect the outside all your shades all your skies just a shadow for the man who died well lordy lordy I was lookin around, I saw the shadow of god down on the ground on a cold February day when I finally looked around and as cold as your absence seems June is somewhere deep in the ground

Silver Pin

Cold and shy was the way she was described
Living all her lives on the head of a silver pin
We change from going without
We change from going within
We’re living all our lives on the head of a silver pin
Civil war soldier saw him lying on the ground
Waiting oh so patiently for the angels to come down
Did he die for right? Did he die for wrong?
He’s still living baby ’cause I put him in my song
Cold and shy was the way she was described
Living all her lives on the head of a silver pin
We change from going without We change from going within
We’re living all our lives on the head of a silver pin

Skeleton Girl

Skeleton girl has got some pigeons on the backyard fence silly child cause she don’t know the difference starve yourself but you don’t starve me starve yourself but you don’t starve me in between cigarettes and death yes I think that is just where we met in between cigarettes and death yes I think that is just where we met Skeleton girl has got her bridesmaids in a row there they stand, just like frozen dominoes starve yourself, but you don’t starve me starve yourself, but you don’t starve me in between cigarettes and death yes I think that is just where we met in between cigarettes and death yes I think that is just where we met

Spaces

In the middle of the day where all these spaces fall
I’m stuck hanging like a line of writing on the wall
Play another song for me, don’t ever go home don’t ever let me be alone
“I have a good heart,” he says to me, “but I don’t want to play a part in parting these seas”
In the middle of the day where all these spaces show
open wide like the mouths of those who know
Hang up your drum, sing another song for me don’t ever go numb
and don’t ever let it be
In the middle of the day where all these spaces fall
I’m stuck hanging on the line between for sure and not at all
Play another song for me, don’t ever go home and don’t ever let me be alone
“I have a good heart,” he says to me

Starlight

Well try as you might, to look down the tracks, it is gone
It isn’t comin’ back
It was a “fat train” full of cargo and it’s so hard to let it go, I know
Now I don’t run like gazelles, at home my mailbox is all bills
if I could rob that train on horseback by starlight, I would
Well I was gettin’ sick, of just hangin’ around I hopped a train
I was South Dakota bound I saw a woman all dressed in gray
Purple periwinkle gloves on her hands on her lap lay
She wore a locket around her neck,
she caught my eye one minute and then looked away the next
Well there was a man standing not far behind who had something else entirely on his mind
The locket was a solid gold cross of Christ no sign of movement had clued me into the heist
He got off, at Sioux Falls and wrote his name upon the wall
He took the locket to his woman whose dry
washerwoman hands on her lap lay
she picked up her face
Now I don’t tell it like it is for any other reason other than this:
think twice before you start to miss what’s been taken from you—
it could be in good hands by now
But the train moves fast once it gets going,
long way to go no sign of slowin’ down for me
It just keeps on rollin’ through the desert night
and it gets quieter as it gets out of sight
but if I could rob that train on horseback by starlight, I would

The Beating of a Restless Heart

I moved to the city to escape the boredom of the country sometimes I miss the night sky with a thousand stars I’m walking through the alley and if you can’t see the rats, you can hear ’em scratching in the walls I’d give up my left leg, to be sophisticated I’m so sick of being a gypsy girl The coins and tambourines I used to play with in my youth they won’t help me here at all I tried to give up love, I tried to give up hate I tried to give up something that they wouldn’t confiscate Now on the dark side of the city where Batman won’t go people, if they’re out at all, hang their heads low and keep one eye open to the mysteries of the night the neon lights’ reflection ripples in a puddle of piss and I hear the beating of a restless heart (it goes like this) Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh…oh, oh-o, Oh Now I am heading home my stomach gnaws for something to eat the homeless man he’s there, tugging at my sleeve I say, “I’ve worked hard all day, man, to put the horse before the cart” and I hear the beating of a restless heart and I hear the beating of a restless heart

Therapeutic Baby Lotion

Therapeutic baby lotion covered up the Atlantic Ocean, Fish fry on a Friday night, catch me if you’re lookin’ right. Loads of sugar, loads of clams, flowers for the forgotten man, A garden grows on the coast of hell, excuse me while I slip back into my shell. A mariner and a mariner’s wife had a lot to say they couldn’t get it right Calculus and Geometry was nature’s innocence and its recovery cause they painted the water towers black Radio and cocker spaniels, Walter Cronkite, Judy Daniels the Jack of Spades and ladders too, excuse me while I look at you they’re gonna call you up to the ladders in the sky they wanna hear you sing that lullaby, it’s a committee meeting don’t be fooled they’re gonna break it down and just play pool. You’re gonna bet your life. Police line says walk this way; you’ll be worse tomorrow but better today. I tried to tell you of my life and times but all the headlines in my mind said Therapeutic baby lotion covered up the Atlantic Ocean from California up to Fargo they are unloading all this strange cargo you were as warm as Key West, now you’re as cold as Fargo Therapeutic baby lotion covered up the Atlantic Ocean fish fry on a Friday night catch me if you’re lookin’ right Loads of sugar, loads of clams, a rose for the forgotten man Juke joint on my jumpin’ jack you took my brain I’d like to take it back The farther you go, you cannot come back there is a maroon scarf down by the railroad track They painted the water towers black.

These Times Again

I don’t mind walking down these times again When the thoughts fold nice like the corners of the bed that just come unraveled along with my head When you lay down When you lay down When you lay down I don’t find myself at ease, lately these days I don’t find myself any place if at all any ways So if I can’t find me then I guess I’m not lost If I don’t know what I’m paying then it might as well cost me nothing, for all I know So I don’t mind walking down these times again Paths once travelled do stick to my shoes Lord forgive me for the way that I think about you No, I don’t mind walking down these times again When the thoughts fold nice like the corners of the bed that just come unraveled along with my head When you lay down When you lay down When you lay down

Things Have Changed

Things have changed in ways you can’t imagine I’m so different today than all of God’s children I’m a free bird, I’m stone free I could be anything that I want to be I just don’t have the one thing that I need When I first saw you, I took a second look my eyeballs rolling down the street when I think of your love now what was once so sweet is now misery You know you have the one thing that I need Oooh-oooh yes things change, yes they do Candy is sweet, there sure is bitterness on my tongue my eyeballs rolling down the street when I think of your love now How could you treat me so kindly, then just let me be? When I was younger I thought love was just for fools Now I come to find I’m a bona fide fool so love me if you can, but if you can’t it’s all right I’m sure that I will find a way to get by tonight Things have changed, I don’t know how it happened The stars explode sometimes in the strangest patterns How can I stand my ground, when I’m lost at sea? A pirate with one patch, stumbling drunk Looking for treasure in a sunken trunk My eyes should have been covered completely sewn with thread—big black stitches pulled tight blind but I’d find a way to stumble through the night Oooh-oooh yes things change, yes they do Mercy me, a little bird must’ve told you that life in a cage, man it sure will bore you Oh what will you do, when the caged bird sings so sweetly to you?

Time and Trees

The words drop like seeds right out of your mouth, grow up to be trees that cast shadows of doubt and when they lose their leaves there’s nothing left for you to shout about
so I take a rake and I rake the leaves into piles of wants and piles of needs
There’s a little kid inside of me that wants to jump right in to the dried up colors Thoughts once bright now just get duller with the passage of time

Tract Housing

Tract housing ain’t that attractive to me, I think developers developed the American dream I have a dream, I have a dream Equality — not your own castle — is the American dream 9/11 put some grease on the corporate ladder rungs Now you’re falling into space, you’re feeling out of place How can you be incomplete when the world is round? Getting screwed is nothing new, it’s just wrong when it happens to you Money is what matters, it’s the food upon your table Common sense is hard to find, make it as long as you are able to It’s a free man who sings the blues Saw a dead horse being beaten on the 5 o’clock news Tract housing ain’t that attractive to me, I think developers developed the American dream I have a dream, I have a dream Equality not your own castle is the American dream It’s a free man who sings the blues Saw a dead horse being beaten on the 5 o’clock news

Traitor

You walk into a wall of water and everyone wants to take your hand You walk into a wall of fire and everyone leaves you there to stand The moon comes up and the trees are like horsemen The moon goes down and now the ground is alive They called you a traitor, but they might as well have been speaking in jive There’s no way to tell how long you’ve waited to come along They wait for the future and sing a song You have grown past it and grow strong

Velvet and the Suede

Somewhere in between the velvet and the suede
lies the softest softness that we made and
I’m like a faded line in between the sunshine and the shade
I cannot be swayed either way-
to let things go or to let them stay just the way that they are
oh why’s it got to be, why’s it got to be
so hard when it started off so softly
Now you look at me kind of weird
like a piece of glass looking into a mirror
and maybe all the reasons are just far too clear
I see right through them if I see them at all
You look at me with those eyes and you ask me what went wrong and I just say babe,
the answer is not in this song
You look at me with those eyes and you ask me what went wrong and I just say

Without Repetition

She went on without repetition She went on without explanation Like the magician cuts the girl in two He studied the space between with no revealing clue Like the teacher who would not divulge the lesson Silence was the answer but he forgot the question And his mind was like an empty classroom before class His thoughts like children in the hall, He could hear them pass But his heart had not yet sent the message to his brain Like a song that had not quite reached refrain The leaves on the autumn trees that were turning brown But would not quite be dead until they hit the ground He had a hat in his hands But he would not put it on He would not move a muscle for fear he was moving on Like a key in a lock that would not turn The match was on the paper but it had yet to burn And he held on to his hat Thinking she was like a vampire that turned into a bat And he said, “Is a puff of smoke all I get for my trouble?” Walked into the barroom mirror, swore he was seeing double The shadows began to fall in record numbers His heart beat began to beat like slow thunder And she walked into the room Like a witch coming back for her broom
He was so above apology The end all of all evolutionary psychology And the ghosts of repetition had finally pulled the chain changed the tracks for the oncoming train He studied the long green question like the string on the arm on the puppet of perception The fuse was lit, but it was his own invention And he slowly put the hat back on his head Thinking the leaves on the autumn trees were too colorful to be dead

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