Have You Seen Our New Fort?(2011)
Airplane Window
San Diego dance floor I met a San Diego dance whore
Deliver me to some east coast queen
I’m full of California and bad dreams
Singing…….
Bloody Mary it’s twenty past three
I got this horrible feeling coming over me
Gotta get me back on an airplane
I got unwanted voices running through my brain
They were Singing…..
Flea Cars and public schools
Strip malls and swimming pools
Down below out my airplane window
Dave did my charts, he dodged the draft
He’s been to all the places, I was just at
Down below out my airplane window
We were singing…..
Mind Malaise
Old tongues and heavy lungs
I see what it is you’ve done
You try and make a way with me
You try and make a way with me
Old shoes and heavy news
They’ll drop bombs on Santa Cruz
They don’t care about you and me
They don’t care about us
They don’t care about you and me
They don’t care about us
They don’t care about us
Empty vase and a short maze
With you I sleep away my days
I don’t know about me this week
I don’t know about her
I don’t know about me this week
I don’t know
Six days in the mind malaise
Three more weeks is all she stays
She’s got things to do now, she’s got things for her
She’s got things to do now, she’s go things for her
She’s got things for her
It’d be nice if they didn’t know about me and you
It’s be nice if they didn’t know about me and you
It’s a good time, don’t you think it’s a good time
To keep your mouth sewn closed
Whites snakes with the pearl rakes
From these things you won’t escapes
They’re gonna have their ways with us, they’re gonna have their ways with you
They’re gonna have their ways with us, they’re gonna have their ways with you
It’d be nice if they didn’t know about me and you
It’s be nice if they didn’t know about me and you
It’s a good time, don’t you think it’s a good time
To keep your mouth sewn closed
Some Things To Help You
(INSTRUMENTAL)
I Love My Family
I'm so cold...
I'm more cold than you
Things aren't gonna last
Things aren't gonna last...
All is vanity
All is vanity...
I'm so scared...
I'm more scared then you
Things aren't gonna last
Things aren't gonna last...
Well I love my family
I love my family...
I love my family...
Drawing Pictures
Guarantees are not for certain
I don’t care how hard you’ve been working
You ain’t got nothing now
What you been thinking anyhow
Fools got guarantees
And you got nothing
What you got today could easily be gone tomorrow
Everything is lent, everything you’ve got is borrowed
Nothing lasts forever
The changes in the weather
Bring new things but we
Still got nothing
Are we happy with nothing
Drawing pictures on the water
Gone before you discover
The things in this world
That you’ll miss
when they’re gone
Guarantees are not for certain
I don’t care how hard you’ve been working
The presents almost done
The future in a moment comes
What we got now is all
And we got nothing
Drawing pictures on the water
Gone before you discover
The things in this world
That you’ll miss
when they’re gone
When they’re gone
When they’re gone
When they’re gone
When they’re gone
When they’re gone
The Last Parade On Ann St.
lyrics by Chris Bathgate
The last parade on Ann Street babe
Was when the frost leaves sounded like glass
When we burned down the whole damn block
With a wink and just one match
Well the site I reside in now
It's new grove but same old ghosts
But I owe to the one before
'Cause it's the one that stained my voice
But the last one
Yeah the last one
Was to burn us out
Dean Helm
Well I’ve got too much stuff
I don’t need half this much
But I’ve scraped and saved and put away
The things I thought you’d want today
Some you won’t want, some you won’t use
Others you’ll love, some you’ll lose
And of all these things
The one I love the most
Is a hardy toast from a gracious host
So drink boys
Cause tomorrows not here
And the last thing we need is our heads too clear
So drink boys
Cause tomorrows not here
And the last thing we need is our heads too clear
Cannonball(I've got a little room)
I’ve got a special place set aside for me when I die
I’ve got a special place set aside for me when I die
Cannonball, cannonball, cannonball
Well run me through
Cannonball, cannonball, cannonball
I love you to death
I love the little things, simple is as simple’s been
I love the little things, simple is as simple’s been
Cannonball, cannonball, cannonball
Well run me through
Cannonball, cannonball, cannonball
I love you to death
I’ve got a little room down in hell
I’ve got a little room down in hell
Cannonball, cannonball, cannonball
Well run me through
Cannonball, cannonball, cannonball
I love you to death
Lift The Shadow From This Heart
Lift the shadow from this heart
Strike the kindling, save the spark
I see light where it’s dark, dark, dark
Lift the shadow from this heart
All your charcoal could be cold
If you saved the lightning for your soul
Do you feel warm where it’s cold, cold, cold
Did you save the lightning for your soul
Weakness and commodity
I’m no witness
I can’t see, see, see
This darkness won’t let me be
Turn these dry lands into shore
You can’t squeeze an ocean through a door
But it’s so dry, won’t you pour, pour, pour
You can’t get your vision from a store
Weakness and commodity
I’m no witness
I can’t see, see, see
Scare the darkness out of me
Lift the shadow from this heart
Lift the shadow from this heart
Traffic To The Sea
Sweet
Life is so sweet, so sad
The ones you love the most go by so fast
Traffic to the sea, to the sea where you bumped into me
Traffic to the sea, to the sea where you bumped into me
Please don't let me down....
Down....
All the water we took from that sea
The sea claims into obscurity
And we don't know a thing
Yeah we'll pretend we know everything
I don't know a thing
I'll pretend I know everything
I know I wont let you down...
Down...
Sweet
Life is so sweet, so sad
The ones you love the most, go by so fast
Traffic to the sea, to the sea where you bumped into me
Traffic to the sea, to the sea where you bumped into me
I know you won't let me down...
Down..
Bread Of Teeth(2009)
Iowa Alligator
lyrics by Raphael Cutrufello & Dean Gorfti
Let me get eaten by some alligator monster
I'll pretend I'm a little bullfrog
I don't care about no alligator monster
Four times better than your sister's bulldog
I said hey why don't you send a letter to your baby on her birthday
Hey, why don't you send a letter to your baby on her birthday
I'll go walking in your swamps at night time
Much better than your local highway
I don't mind your swamps at nighttime
I just wonder what your sister might say
She says leave your shoes at the door your hat on porch come my way
Leave your shoes at the door your hat on the porch come my way
Light a match, call me in the morning
I'll be up until about a half past two
Light a match and call me in the morning
Let me know what your sister done do
She done gone left for Illinois went through Indiana on Flag Day
She done gone left for Illinois went through Indiana on her birthday
Fourteen days on the Mississippi River
And I'm all surrounded by corn
Two weeks on your Mississippi river
Really a shame when your heart is torn
I say hey why don't you send a letter to your baby on her birthday
Hey why don't you send a letter to your baby on her birthday
I Love My Family
I'm so cold...
I'm more cold than you
Things aren't gonna last
Things aren't gonna last...
All is vanity
All is vanity...
I'm so scared...
I'm more scared then you
Things aren't gonna last
Things aren't gonna last...
Well I love my family
I love my family...
I love my family...
Traffic To The Sea
Sweet
Life is so sweet, so sad
The ones you love the most go by so fast
Traffic to the sea, to the sea where you bumped into me
Traffic to the sea, to the sea where you bumped into me
Please don't let me down....
Down....
All the water we took from that sea
The sea claims into obscurity
And we don't know a thing
Yeah we'll pretend we know everything
I don't know a thing
I'll pretend I know everything
I know I wont let you down...
Down...
Sweet
Life is so sweet, so sad
The ones you love the most, go by so fast
Traffic to the sea, to the sea where you bumped into me
Traffic to the sea, to the sea where you bumped into me
I know you won't let me down...
Down..
Sorry Waltz
lyrics by Matthew Helm
I wanna say I was wrong
But the right words are hard to find
I have no trouble putting my foot in my mouth but
I cant swallow my pride
And I tell you I love you
I only say it in words
I can never give you all that you desire
Thats the least you deserve
I'm asking for forgiveness
what more should I expect
I've broken your hearts so many times
its only fair mine is next
Your free to treat me
However it is you choose
Excuse me or abuse me but please don't confuse me
Your all I have to lose
Now the pain goes deeply as deeply as you breathe
And with every breath there's a hope that the next will be a sigh of relief
And with every breath there's a hope that the next will be a sigh of relief
Hezekiah Says You’re A-OK(2006)
Agnes of the World
Your cold quiet always burned
Boats out on your water
I hardly breathe only mutter
Agnes of the world
Where have you landed?
Kundera's soft supporter
Polish queen of mind and culture
Clever genius is seducer
Agnes of the world
Where have you landed?
Clever queen I'd never grab
Lost her charm if I had
(you were) Grounded for the summer
Trouble with your mother
I couldn't have been much dumber
So I left you for another
Now I only wonder
Agnes of the world
Where have you landed?
Agnes of the world
Where have you landed?
Postpone
Checked the mail on Tuesday
But Tuesday was too soon for you
Checked again on Friday
Well I guess you've had some things to do
I'd postpone my life
My lonely little life for something new
I'd postpone my life
My lonely little life for a night with you
If I could take you someplace
Any place with you I'd rather be
It's so lonely back here
Cause back here there's no you to see
I'd postpone my life
My lonely little life you come back to me
I'd postpone my life
My lonely little life for you to see
Do you really miss me
Do you miss me the way I miss you
To have you haunt my dreams
And not my bed seems to really make me blue
I'd postpone my life
My lonely little life for something new
I'd postpone my life
My lonely little life for a night with you
Circumstance
Farther I come the more I forget
Why don't you remind me
Farther I come the more that's left
I keep looking behind me
Circumstance surprise me
If by chance I can see
Circumstance surprise me
If by chance I can see
Farther I come the more I forget
I keep looking behind me
Farther I come the more that's left
Why don't you remind me
Circumstance surprise me
If by chance I can see
Circumstance surprise me
If by chance I can see
Burning Up So Badly
Some say
Its not about who's right
But who really cares
Some say
Its not about the fight
But who's gonna dare
To put it down
And go home
Put it down and go home
Looking
You could look everywhere
And still find nothing there
Cause you're cooking
Burning up so badly
And you still got nothing to share
So let it out
And go home
Let it out and go home
Nothing’s Bound
I hope this letter finds you well
You took pleasure in the small things
When I could barely tell
Now that I've found you gone
Replaced with memory
I write you this song
I carry all your themes around
Realities in love
And how nothing's bound
To the next
You're not in my world but still in my heart
Sorry I left without explaining my part
But I thought you knew me
I thought you knew me
Things really have changed so much
You were always gone
And I missed you touched
All those nights and that lonely ache
The rip in my heart you managed to make
Well I carry all your themes around
Realities in love
And how nothing's bound
To the next
Cause of you I didn't want no one
Time heals wounds and I move on
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you
If I forget you face I'll remember your name
If anyone asks well I'll take the blame
How You Feel About Traveling
Don't let on who it is you love
Just tell me who you've been thinking of
It's not me well I don't mind
I got my woman most of the time
Most of the time
How you feel about traveling
I've been locked up get me out instead
Dreaming's not my remedy
If you get a chance come rescue me
Rescue me
Pick me up on your way downtown
We could stay local just hang around
Or how you feel about Idaho
It's still winter and the mountains got snow
Mountains got snow
Rescue me
Rescue me
Albert Hash
lyrics by Dan Coffey, Raphael Cutrufello, Dean Gorfti
Hello my name is Albert Hash
I drink alone and get real smashed
Kiwi and lime and turpentine
I'll die until tomorrow
Be reborn in the morn
Wake with no more sorrow
I'm Albert Hash
Pleasure to meet you, I'm Albert Hash
Dont you know I got some cash
'Cause I work forty hours a week
For a man that I don't know
And his demands are like wet sand
Taken from the beach
In between my toes and up my nose
No matter whom I meet
I'm Albert Hash
Hildebrand
How long can we not say what we're thinking?
How long can we not say what we're thinking?
White walls and cherry soda
I've never been to North Dakota
Wood floors and spray paint
Thought I was bored but I guess I ain't
Accordions and picture frames
To get in the way of all my aims and
How long can we not say what we're thinking?
How long can we not say what we're thinking?
Hildebrand makes pots and pans
She presses her own tin cans
She sews coats and makes boats and ropes
I even hear she makes her own soap
Accordions and picture frames
To get in the way of all my aims and
How long can we not say what we're thinking?
Writing Letters in the Morning
It hasn't been the greatest of summers
Another few months I grow more dumber
Cause what is the pickle is once a cucumber
And this hasn't been the greatest of summers
Writing letters in the morning
Out the window it's slowly pouring
But I'm stuck writing letters in the morning
I'm playing one chord
One chord in my right hand
The descending bass line in my left hand
One six five four five four five four
It's one six five four five four five four
This is a really, really simple song
Hope you like it Heather
It doesn't have to be such a good summer
We need to find time to grow more dumber
Cause what once was pickle was twice a cucumber
This hasn't been the greatest of summers
Cause out the window it's slowly pouring
I'm writing letters in the morning
Just Because It’s Quiet Doesn’t Mean There’s Peace
Oh I think it's getting quiet
Oh I think it's getting quiet
Oh you're making such a racket
Oh you're making such a racket
Just because it's quiet doesn't mean there's peace
Just because it's quiet doesn't mean they're asleep
Just because they're quiet doesn't mean there's peace
Just because it's quiet you don't have to sleep
Oh you're making such a racket
Oh I think it's finally quiet
Oh I think it's finally quiet
Oh you're making such a racket
Oh you're making such a racket
Just because it's quiet doesn't mean there's peace
Just because it's quiet doesn't mean they're sleeping
Just because they're quiet doesn't mean there's peace
When it's finally quiet we'll have to sleep
Oh I think it's finally quiet
Which Side Are We On?
Wasted tape on the reel to reel
All these words have lost their appeal
Reminiscent images of things long past
Thoughts I don't need and things that don't last
People I never knew places I never been
All this thoughts for shit and all with a spin
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on?
I met her last night
Some joint down the street
It was quarter to two I was barely on my feet
She gets in my face wants to know all my views
About money and politics, what other people choose
I'm lost baby can't you see
I don't know where to go the places to be
I'm lost baby can't you see
I don't know where to go or how to get free
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on?
She don't sing so softly for you
How do you know?
She don't sing so softly for you
How do you know?
With her rocket dog shoes
And Velcro pulled tight
She came from Flower Mound
Stayed all night
The ghost cats with wings
And her refusal to sing
She could have both my eye
Won't blame her for a thing
She stayed in my bed
I love her for that
I don't mind being an animal
But I'm not her cat
She costs baby can't you see
She wants the love from you
She wants nothing from me
She costs baby cant you see
She wants the love from you
She wants nothing from me
Which side is she on?
Which side is she on?
I'm lost baby
Which side are we on?
If You Harden On The Inside(2017)
Half your saints
Are playing video games
Or they’re out doing meth
Or too depressed to get out of bed
All these bodies
What a delicate make
If you harden on the inside
You’ll be easy to break
If someone
Gave into love
Their guard would be down
We could steal all their stuff
What’s the point
Of having all the world
When your hands are so small
Your hands are so small
Half your saints
Are playing video games
Or they’re out doing meth
Or too depressed to get out of bed
Could they just
Get a good job
Pay their taxes on time
Just be loyal to gog
All these bodies
What a delicate make
If you harden on the inside
You’ll be easy to break
If you harden on the inside
You’ll be easy to break
If you harden on the inside
You’ll be easy to break
Har! Har! Har!(2016)
Yeshe & Horus
As a world rests neatly on it's pin
Horus in the silence, Yeshe in the din
Horus courts the dark while her face sets to a sun
Horus hard to hear she signs when offerings are done
She said
You could get a little and I'll get none
Or I can get most and you'll get some
Dip the buckets in the barrel
Buckets in the barrel
If we could reassess what we think we need
What's wholly best just might supercede
Don't let your heart go limp and buckle
Heart go limp and buckle
As the smoke winds it's way up to their ring
Horus breathes in deep, Yeshe's eyes begin to sting
Sufferings a strong grip, there's joy in letting go
With a sigh and not a bang a crumbling comes on slow
She said
You could get a little and I'll get none
Or I can get most and you'll get some
Dip the buckets in the barrel
Buckets in the barrel
If we could reassess what we think we need
What's wholly best just might supercede
Don't let your heart go limp and buckle
Heart go limp and buckle
Between a Sea & a Soft Place
I'm Stuck
Between a Sea
and a Soft Place
Between a Need to be Free
And a Need to Relate
My Grip is too Tight
Knuckles Gone White
Postscript
by Conner Callahan
There will be an ocean,
an ocean between us.
Like a one word poem
that I could never write,
because I cannot contain
an ocean and you ——
You outstrip the ocean
on all poetic levels.
I have found a line for you
in every poem I have written,
but they only present some
infinite series whose convergence
can never be accomplished.
However:
Some three-word phrases:
I am sorry.
I love you.
Goodbye.
Sylvia NORTH
Sylvia, Don't let the shadows fool you
Sylvia, It's just the sun at play inside of you
When all your doubt
and anxious demand
Becomes all the rage
A simple slight of hand
When all your fear
goes deep down to your knees
Rubbing minor parts
causing them to seize
Sylvia, Don't let the shadows fool you
Sylvia, It's just the sun at play inside of you
Come To Our Pool Party(2007)
Robin & Beth
Robin and Beth in the middle of the woods
In the middle of the woods
In the middle of the woods
In the courtyard
Robin and Beth at the edge of the woods
At the edge of the woods
At the edge of the woods
In the courtyard
Robin I think, Yeah, lives in Ardmore
Beth just got her new house with a big red door
Robin and Beth at the edge of the woods
In the middle of the woods
It’s the edge of the woods
In the courtyard
Robin and Beth in the middle of the woods
In the middle of the woods
In the middle of the woods
In the courtyard
Robin I think, Yeah, lives in Ardmore
Beth just got her new house with a big red door
Dark Hollow
(traditional)
I’d rather be in some dark hollow
Where the sun don’t ever shine
Than to be in some big city
In a small room with a girl on my mind
So blow your whistle freight train
Take me far on down the tracks
I’m going away, I’m leaving today
I’m going girl, and I ain’t coming back
I’d rather be in some dark hollow
Where the sun don’t ever shine
Than to see you another man’s darling
And to know that you’ll never be mine
So blow your whistle freight train
Take me far on down the tracks
I’m going away, I’m leaving today
I’m going girl, and I ain’t coming back
I’d rather be in some dark hollow
Where the sun don’t ever shine
Than to be home alone knowing that you're gone
Would cause me to lose my mind
So blow your whistle freight train
Take me far on down the tracks
I’m going away, I’m leaving today
I’m going girl, and I ain’t coming back
Cupcakes for the Army
I sit all day and I'm pining for some sun it's playing ghost
I bake cupcakes for the army, they all said it was the most
But I'm just a mosquito, mosquito
Follow bother wherever you go
I sit all day and I'm dreaming, dreaming of a box
I don't want to know what's in it and that's why I keep it locked
I pour water to make it shiny, shiny
Hold my focus not behind me
My cupcakes are made of iron, my icing's made of sand
The soldiers they took to it and now I'm in high demand
I baked all morning in the back yard waiting for the sun
Clouds didn't break until afternoon, well after I was done
Poked some holes in the bottom of my box just to see what might fall out
Who needs keys when you've got logic, who needs logic when you got doubt
And I doubt that they're dying for nothing, nothing
Just maybe not what you or I would have done
The extremes have become so hairy and they're shedding like a dog
They try and wash the dust from our eyes, in their own they have a log
No one wins a war anymore with compromise and smiles
Real religion's in the mind of child
Find a cave and practice breathing and silence
Bake in peace and out run the violence
I'll still bake cupcakes for the army, because you know they are just men
Those in charge say they are dying for us, but I know it is for them
I know it is for them, I know it is for them
No one wins a war anymore with compromise and smiles
Real Religion's in the mind of a child
Real Religion's in the mind of a child
Knives of Summertime
lyrics by Mark Linkous
A flock of knives cut the sky
And buried in my black eyes
And the clouds they bled in my head
And autumn rain soaked the dry beds
And the hurricane of her eyes wailed away the knives
The knives of summertime, summertime
The knives of summertime, summertime
The knives of summertime
And I did swallow stained glass tears
Absorbed by the sun for many light years
And the fire flies in her hair
My red concertinas coming down the stairs
And the hurricane of her eyes wailed away the knives
The knives of summertime, summertime
The knives of summertime, summertime
The knives of summertime
Rain-Stars
lyrics by Liz Gallagher
Rain-stars on my windshield
They shine only when I am sad
Oh the truth, the beauty
Oh the truth, the beauty
Double life
Thinking that snowflakes look like explosions
Tiny but real
Tiny but so real
And the whole universe exists in precipitation
Put On Your Light
It’s the dying that’s easy
Living can be such a hard thing some times
Life is heavy
I bring the rain
I am a rainmaker too
I am the same as you
I’m coming home, I’m coming over tonight
Put on your light, let’s not fight you are my lover
I’ve been gone, for much too long
Now I see, that you be, in my heart without a struggle
Where’ve you been
What have you seen along your way
How are you today
I missed you dear
Think about you often enough
As if you were here
I’m coming home, I’m coming over tonight
Put on your light, let’s not fight you are my lover
I’ve been gone, for much too long
Now I see, that you be, in my heart without a struggle
That Panel Where The Soap Is At On The Machines
lyrics by Liz Gallagher
Blank Pages and Four Leaf Clovers
I don’t believe the magic anymore
I just panic feeling jinxed and unreal
Looking for the moment and the leprechaun
Give me a pen and a little green hat
So what if I never find the truth
Give me a pen and a little green hat
So what if I never grow a beard
Mississippi Sea
The Mississippi Sea comes through great commotion
A violent Earth in a violent motion
And now I vacation west to the Sea
Cause I'm still alive in two thousand forty-three
Found myself a place out in the wilderness
Started squirreling away supplies in late '06
I spent seventeen years in the woods I did hide
From '08 to two thousand twenty-five
On the Mississippi Sea I got myself a vacation property
On the Mississippi Sea we could spend July there just you and me
We could spend July there just you and me
It's real quiet now no one has TV
We communicate with our minds we all have ESP
And we grow our own food we all know where it's been
Everyone knows love no one believes in sin
There's no war now we're all making babies
And at last count sixteen thousand and eighty
People we've come across, people we've found
But no one's really sure how many more are underground
On the Mississippi Sea I got myself a vacation property
On the Mississippi Sea we could spend July there just you and me
We could spend July there just you and me
It's a different world now so many things have changed
The oceans turned to valleys when the Earth rearranged
It might sound kind of strange but I'm enjoying being alone
Although I appreciate the company when traveling far from home
To the Mississippi Sea I got myself a time share property
On the Mississippi Sea we could spend July there just you and me
We could spend July there just you and me
We could spend July there just you and me
In Loving Memory of oosi Lockjaw(2015)
The Dark Heart’s Out
I smart , I’m stinging all over now
Well some parts are ringing all through the night
Destroying our second sight
Monotony swallows up the light
Destruction For
Kill it all
The Dark Hearts Out
Let it Fall
You hear it call
The Khomeini says, The Khomeini says
There’s a Dark Heart holding you
The Khomeini says, The Khomeini says
There’s a Dark Heart holding you
You hear it call
You hear it call
I can’t switch back to a former thought
Well entrance long brute stint of cooling off
Destroying our second thoughts
Monotony swallows up the lost
Destruction for
Till it all
The spark don’t doubt
Don’t build a wall
You hear it call
The Khomeini says, The Khomeini says
There’s a dark heart holding you,
The Khomeini says, The Khomeini says
There’s a dark heart holding you
You hear it call
You hear it call
Go Cat Fall
He’s a run down go cat fall, I’m the sit down stay cat small
Run away dear, away dear, make your house cat stray
Let’s be here dear and clear dear, roll away, roll away the leaves
You can’t keep a dog on a rolling swollen train, could creep a dog on a crawling cargo plane
Come here dear here dear, your dog’s not in the way
Let’s be here dear and clear dear, roll away, roll away the leaves
Keep a hamster trap ‘neath a cozy kitchen couch, keep quite low, you’ll scare away the mouse
Set a trap here, twice there, well four we have the house
Let’s be here dear and clear dear, roll away, roll away the leaves
Keep a cornfed pony on a sixth wishing string, cause it’s tiny you gotta tighten up the ring
Pull the reins tight, not all might keep a gentle hand
Not all bite, that’s quite right, roll away, roll away the leaves
Pull the reins tight, not all might keep a gentle hand
Not all bite, that’s quite right, well roll away, roll away the leaves
Pull the reins tight, not all might keep a gentle hand
Not all bite, that’s quite right, roll away, roll away the leaves
Roll away, roll away the leaves
Hundred Miles In
lyrics by Raphael Cutrufello & Matthew Helm
I know you’re kind of strange cause you’re not really into the normal stuff
You know you’re kind of weird when you’re not really into humans that much but
If you’re gonna leave take me with you, I’m your son please
If you’re gonna stay I’m gonna leave, write you letters......
Two hundred feet up hundred miles in
The earth forgets her spin
Ain’t it a sin when you been not listening
When you go which wife you gonna curse your second or your first
I know you love the blue globe but is she really coming back, you really think you know
I don’t blame you, I could get away from some people too
A message on fire, do you stay at sea level, pack your bags
Hundred miles in two hundred feet up
You’re not out of luck
You’ve got corn to shuck, make fuel for the truck
Is she really coming back
Is she really coming back
Do you stay at sea level
If you’re gonna stay
Do you stay at sea level
Two hundred feet up hundred miles in
The earth forgets her spin
Ain’t it a sin when you been not listening
In your hip flask, no matter what you have it’s not enough to last
oosi Strikes Out in Hollywood
Burt Bacharach’s got nothing on you kid
We heard about the cameos and the work you did
Don’t go fessing up to things you claim are dead
Everything that’s gone must be put to bed
Your concourse is rippling like a bright red train
Under swollen sun in a steaming rain
In a desperate cold kicking of that turkey heading south
Silence is the treatment for your mouth
You can only turn a handle of an unlocked door
Your misremembered lines makes your delivery a bore
Is that you laughing or the way you choke
What’s the point of fooling if you ain’t in on the joke
Kirk Cameron is a hack compared to you
If you don’t get that part then you’re getting screwed
I’d sell your pictures at the beach in a booth
Believe your brother is a pillar of the truth
Everything about you is just screaming chairs
On the music off the lights we’ll just stand and stare
If I remind you of that son you never had
I hope that doesn’t leave you feeling bad
You can only turn a handle of an unlocked door
Your misremembered lines makes your delivery a bore
Is that you laughing or the way you choke
What’s the point of fooling if you ain’t in on the joke
Pittsburgh
Grey cast old Pittsburgh, father of the steaming coal
To relay what’s misheard disingenuines the soul
Leaves the knowing for the cold
Breaks the bottle and the bowl
These are things that I’ve heard on my way to or from lazing bout or getting done
In Pittsburgh, I’ve never seen the sun in Pittsburgh
How the Wind Loves You
A cornered black lake in an angry heart
For no one’s sake but to tear you apart
The more you fight, well the more you lose
You dim your sight when you swallow the blues
You wake up now you could cut your loss
The no man’s land seems impossible to cross
The more you stare through the cracks in the night
Less chance you’ll be awake at first light
Oh the wind curses you when it’s the mess that the squirrels make that bothers you
Oh how the wind loves you when you open the doors and let it blow right through
When you open the doors and let it blow right through
I can’t stand the days without you here
I get in the way, will I forget to care
The more you’re here, well the more I am too
I’ll let you steer with what’s inside of you
Oh how the wind curses you when it’s the mess that the squirrels make that bothers you
Oh how the wind loves you when you open the doors and let it blow right through
When you open the doors and let it blow right through
When you open the doors and let it blow right through
When you open the doors and let it blow right through
Spare the Wicked
You can’t get redeemed with the silk of your skin
I won’t be redeemed if I gave up on my sin
I find no redemption at the end of this pen
Like the soft slow redemption at the bottom of my gin
Spare the twisted if you spare the saints, spare the no ones spare the ain’ts
Spare the whiskey if you’re sparin’ the wine, spare the wicked spare the blind
Spare the wicked spare the blind
You’re a hungry ghost with a taste for your past
Your appetites are backwards, you better change course fast
A quick dry wash keeps a clean glass
Where a holy rolling ocean needs a solid sailed mast
What if you were to make it through your blasted ghost dive
Come out the other end healthy and alive
No one is spared on this planet that we spin
The unfortunate redemption’s at the bottom of my gin
Spare the twisted if you spare the saints, spare the no ones spare the ain’ts
Spare the whiskey if you’re sparin’ the wine, spare the wicked spare the blind
Spare the twisted if you spare the saints, spare the no ones spare the ain’ts
Spare the whiskey if you’re sparin’ the wine, spare the wicked spare the blind
Spare the wicked, spare the blind
Houghton
Houghton in the snow and wind
Stronger than it’s ever been
Drawbridge, drawbridge, drawbridge
Boating in my row and yak
Looking up at the back
Of drawbridge, drawbridge, drawbridge
Heading up to your bridge house
Heading up to your bridge house
Heading up to your bridge house home
Heading up to your bridge house
Heading up to your bridge house
Heading up to your bridge house home
Strange Dream
Bed and breakfast, we were all held captive you didn’t know it
Maybe you weren’t and it was just me
I was so scared, I hid all my clothes in a shed
Stopped back to grab them when we fled
We ran down to a road, through the woods off we drove
Goodbye, goodbye strange dream, strange dream
I think I killed him, slapped him in the face with a knife
I wasn’t really trying but I think I took his life
I was so scared, I grabbed the first thing that I saw
Smacked that fucker full on in the jaw
My brain, bye brain, my brain, bye brain
Goodbye, goodbye strange dream, strange dream
Heard some whispers, somewhere down to my left
Couldn’t really hear, craned my neck and held my breath
Who’s talking, there’s no one here, it’s just you oh my dear
Goodbye, goodbye strange dream, strange dream
Borrowed Heart
He’s coming in to put pressure on his man
Needs a bride with a borrowed heart, boiled words from the Koran
Can you hold back the rhythm of my fists
Hold me down, I kick and spit, deliver me a kiss
And I say Oh, what if she hates me, she might think I’m crazy
She won’t want to be with me
And you say Oh, What if she loves you, been thinking of you
Wants you around anyway
Put me back in the ground my rest has been disturbed
Shouldn’t be walking around out here, shouldn’t be mincing words
Hold me up push me back I’m dying here of thirst
My brain needs you like a ghost to relieve me of the worst
And I say Oh, What if she hates me, she might think I’m crazy
She won’t want to be with me
And you say Oh, what if she loves, been thinking of you
Wants you around anyway
Wants you around anyway
Wants you around anyway
Wake her up just to dig into her chest
Keep her from the dirt with another’s heart inside her breast
And if love ain’t born inside that heart
Would I give up on the character, keep up with the part
And I say Oh, What if she hates me, she might think I’m crazy
She won’t want to be with me
And you say Oh, what if she loves, been thinking of you
Wants you around anyway ....
Toronto
Oh Toronto, northern we go
Yes Toronto, sometimes covered in snow
It’s cold in the winter, but we’re here in the summer
It’s sometime after dinner, and you know that I want her
In Toronto, why didn’t she go with me to Toronto
Bound to be Sick
Don’t let your chest cave in and leave you in doubt
The storm rolling in just a storm rolling out
Blow over blow over you’re making my head sore
Blow over cold cover the skies have grown thick
When the heart goes remiss and skin’s gone thick
We’re bound to miss all the things that should stick
Come over come over I’m bound to get lonely
Come over Maid Mary I’m bound to get sick
I guess it’s best to have and not want than to have and want
But you see my point is that it gets so violent inside sometimes we lose our feet
The way you split hairs who would speak their mind
Anyone who cares well the walls up they find
Cold shoulder cold shoulder, stop eating at your middle
Cold shoulder foul roller, spit out your pits
A case in point is the way I handled you
Nothing I could say could remotely ring true
Do over do over it’s bound to be painful
Do over my winter it’s bound to make me sick
I guess it’s best to have and not want than to have and want
But you see my point is that it gets so violent inside sometimes we lose our feet
The heart tries to hold all the pains of the past
Grow old we go I hope the pains forget to last
Bulldozer bulldozer stop running through the hedgerow
Bulldozer damn rumbler we’re growing it thick
Give over give over everything must go now
Give over to get over what’s been making us sick
Give over to get over what’s been making us sick
Give over to get over what’s been making us sick