LYRICS

Lyrics: The Archive

These lyrics were written over twenty years and represent various times in history and different eras, influenced by folk, rock, alternative, blues, jazz, soul and country (and my own wild mind). Therefore, they range in maturity level, deepness of observation, style and mood.  In other words, these are for amusement purposes only. A smattering of fifty-three songs are listed below, in alphabetical order.

 

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

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

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

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 in the Street

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

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

Heaven

Holes in the Boards

Jones

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

Lay Some Paint on Me

Lie to Me

 

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

Months of Writing

My Little Raincloud

 

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

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

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

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

Shadow of God

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

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

Therapeutic Baby Lotion

These Times Again

Things Have Changed

Time and Trees

Tract Housing

Traitor

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