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Song List
Theres something in the air, I know
I feel it everywhere I go
And its just not right
It burns my day in endless light
And cooks my soul thru a sleepless night
And I dont care anymore
Can you see or am I all alone
Can you tell me am I very far from home
I just dont know anymore
Your sullen eyes look up at me
They think they feel but can they see the emptiness
Down inside my soul
Its like a field of ash and rock
Where the memory burns when the fires stop
And I cant breathe anymore
Can you see or am I all alone
Can you tell me am I very far from home
I just dont know anymore
I once snuck up on a dead mans coach
I knocked, jumped in and we drank a toast to loneliness
It was a cold drink
With powdered cheeks he gives to me
All of the emptiness that would ever be
And then he said in a very low voice,
I can hear you dreaming underneath your song
The power, the glory all the resurrected stories
And the harp just keeps playing on.
Loneliness so hard to hide
Going to keep me in a bind until the day I die
And I dont want to die all alone
All of the promised loves I failed to see
Theyre all standing in a line to strangle me
And I dont want to be strangled all alone
Can you see or am I all alone
Can you tell me am I very far from home
I just dont know anymore
Dressed in blue I walked alone
Down narrow streets all cobblestone
Brick lain buildings, not so tall
But large enough to hide the walls
That kept me safe and so well aware
Of nothing yet so quite as fair
As Paradise, sweet Paradise
To touch your face to feel your hands
Shadows vanish and I'm left to stand
Beside myself in disbelief
You never even dared to share the grief
That kept me safe and so well aware
Of nothing yet so quite as fair
As Paradise, sweet Paradise
Dressed in blue my head is pounding like a drum
I'd give my heart and sell my soul to stay forever young
Forever in the spotlight, twirlling in a trance
Forver with my sweet Marie
Forever going to dance, dance, dance
I clench my fist and stretch it to the sky
Outraged that someday I must die
And never know the reasons for
All of the blood that stains these open doors
That keep me safe and so well aware
Of nothing yet so quite as fair
As Paradise, sweet Paradise
People in my pocketbook
People in my past
People on my first to do list
People on my last
People in my rearview mirror
People in my grill
People I would run away with
People I would love to chill
People on my Sugar Mountain
People in my hand
People that I so admire
People that I cannot stand
People in my memory
People fade way
People I can have for free
People I forget to pay
People flying kites at nite
People miss the boat
People take my breath away
People give me hope
People make me hesitate
People make me pine
People make me take another drink
People blow my mind
People are notorious
Pepole make me laugh
People hanging fractured pictures
People smoking grass
People always look to take
People want to give
People will remain a mystery
As long as people live
A spirit split my shadow
And the world was left to burn
My eyes hung low in horror
From the lessons they would learn
And I was trying to explain it
For no apparent reason
So I sat and I forged a fast idea
Of what I thought was real
As someone poked at what I spoke
And broke the virgin seal
I laughed and I cried, kissing the sky
For no apparent reason
Then came out of the forrest
A train of softer speeds
With a promise to take me back again
To a time when I was free
I washed her feet and I wished her well
For no apparent reason
But I know all of the people here
I have danced with them all before
Their faces change with each new day
Their dreams scatter on the floor
Im going to die with them and more
The sun rose slow in spite of thoughts
That I might soon go back
Id had my fill of you and I
Preparing final acts
I turned my head and I looked away
For no apparent reason
Then something quits and here I am
Alone within myself
Im too far down to see the ground
So I do not cry for help
I steal some chips and play back in
For no apparent reason
But I know all of the people here
I have slept with them all before
Their faces change with each new day
Their dreams scatter on the floor
Im going to die with them and more
I tried in vain to find a way
And while atop the world I saw
My passions run to make amends
My lips turn up to talk then fall
I closed my eyes and I said goodbye
For no apparent reason
I closed my eyes and I said goodbye
For no apparent reason
I'm having the time of my life
I contemplate redemption
Driving thru the pouring rain
It dawns on me that I could be
A daydream I had yesterday
Laid out like a poem
Like a picture of the ocean
Drinking all the Guiness Stout
And smoking like a jet
I am having the time of my life
I am having the time of my life
Streams of Consciousness
It's what the poets write about
It's how I live my life
And even though it seems like magic
Everyday can still be tragic
Chasing after dreams of color
Dancing in the light
I am having the time of my life
I am having the time of my life
I went to school in
Met a woman ten years older
Curly blond sky blue eyes
With legs that made me think
She licked her lips and as she spoke
She peeled her purple stockings off
Asking me if I believed
In kissing fate
That nite I had the time of my life
That nite I had the time of my life
I think about redemption every nite I'm having the time of my life
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There is a boundless monster deep in my head
He has no shape but he breathes
Imaginations of a deified past
Beneath the Dead Lemon Tree
A rhythmizer and a rhymenary
Witness to all that he sees
Digging for figures fossilized in the mud
Beneath the Dead Lemon Tree
He builds a tower made of ivory and clay
He paints it red with his schemes
He climbs atop it all and peers thru the clouds
And then he sing just what he sees, and he says,
"Resurect all my stories, Give them a name
GIve me a drug for my pain
Give me a trinket for this hole in my head
And then I'll sing everything I dream
Let's dance away our dreary days of no end
Let's live on coffee and cake
Let's wear our brightest shirts and sparkling shoes
Let's do the weddings and wakes
And when the sun returns we'll rhymenary
Rhythmize all that we see
Digging for figures fossilized in the mud
Beneath the Dead Lemon Tree
There is a boundless monster deep in my head
He has no shape but he breathes
Imaginations of a deified past
Beneath the Dead Lemon Tree
If I could write a story
Of one man's belief in glory
You know, I'd think of mine
Her eyes and inch beyond the lies
Of Love's betrayals
If I could sing a poem
To all of the thoughts that I have known
To be my only friends
I wonder, would that poem ever end
Should my sad song someday be delivered
Well, I've got nothing in my pockets for the Beggars
And I've lost my precious life on Mother's Savior
But I'll wear my cleanest shirt
I'll brush my hair
I'll hide the hurt
I'm going to be braver
If souls controlled the flow of time
I'm certain mine would easily find
The soft parade
Long afternoons and lazy days
Supper served on Irish lace
Oh, but the rucous from the crowd
Has got my ear pressed to the ground
They sing such sad refrains
Like shelter in the pouring rain
Their purpose is just to cover
And they'll have nothing in their pockets for the Beggars
And they'll lose their precious lives on Mother's Savior
But they'll wear their cleanest shirts
They'll brush my hair
They'll hide the hurt
They're going to be braver
Remember me to those who dare
To spend their plans on vacant stares
You know it's not that hard
I used to do it once
At a time when I believed in luck
You have to pray alone or save your friends
There ain't no time left to make amends
You've all got your own lives now
So go on forth and live them, friends
All of your sins are forgiven, friends
And we'll have nothing in our pockets for the Beggars
And we'll lose our precious lives on Mother's savior
But we'll wear our cleanest shirts
We'll brush our hair
We'll hide the hurt
We're going to be braver
Yes, we'll wear our cleanest shirts
We'll brush our hair
We'll hide the hurt
We're going to be braver
The sun jumped up upon the dreams I knew the moon before
And afterwards, there's always something left
Another life I'll never get the chance to live again
Another chance I'll never live to get
'Cause all my worlds go spinning out into the Universal Paper Cup
Splashing words of rain
That fell the moon before
And in my head I know they'll fall again
I lay my head upon a rock one steamy August eve
As crickets filled my ears and washed my eyes
And what I always wanted came and went and circled back again
The Catherines of my life I cannot hide
'Cause all my worlds go spinning out into the Universal Paper Cup
Splashing words of rain
That fell the moon before
And in my head I know they'll fall again
"This is how your world will happen to you," she said
Washing my teeth in light
"You'll be a storyteller if the tales you tell get better than the sleepy stories that you chew at night"
"And you'll know your share of glory from you own and others' stories
If you tell the stories just the way they are
And the way they are is what you see, so please my friend, you must feel free
To tell the stories just the way they are"
"Then watch your worlds go spinning out into the Universal Paper Cup
Splashing words of rain
That fell the moon before
And in my head I know they'll fall again"
I woke up in a foggness, lit a cigarette and blew a dozen smokerings into outer space
And as I smoke, I wonder, if my life is like a cigarette,
Bright and hot, then ashes in my place
'Cause all my worlds go spinning out into the Universal Paper Cup
Splashing words of rain
That fell the moon before
And in my head I know they'll fall again
Well, it had been so long since we'd been anywhere
It didn't seem to matter too much anymore
All of the trails that we'd covered and the hardships we'd endured
The darkness slumbered quite everstill
The clouds danced above us as we both sat in silence
Our love smoldering off into thought
The times were against us but we just couldn't care
All of our battles had been fought
And they we either lost or caught between the days we had since long forgot
I can't remember them all but I'll always dream
Because dreams are the things that make the young girls laugh
As they can draw water from an old blind woman's eye
And I have lived in thousands of dreams but I hear too well to laugh
And I'm afraid I can see too well to cry
A fireplace filled with all of the wood that I could want
It's getting late but I still somehow stay awake
Silent snow covers the barren ground as I kick a few new thoughts around
And then the dream arrives to take my place
And I have lived in thousands of dreams but I hear too well to laugh
And I'm afraid I can see too well to cry
A haze drapped the nite
As the moon slowly passed
Deluding my conscious
Like shadows fulfilled
But shadows desire
What darkness soon covers
The Sun also rises
But now I lay perfectly still
Thoughts of myself
Mesmorized in an instant
Startled by waves
Of somber elation
Unknown I stand
On the word of all meaning
Reaching to grasp
For the myth of myself
In a song
Alone in a billowing darkness
As quickly a light
Pierced the curtain of dark
And I saw
A man and his shadow
Embraced in a word dance
Of madness and singing
The sweetness of nothing at all.
And then was a virgin
I knew this for certain
The look in her eyes
Was enchanting and real
She beckoned me onward
With visions of sugar plummed fingers
Elated and yet
I lay perfectly still
And laughing the virgin
Spat flem and muccous
And aged in an instant
And kissed both my feet
And then I could move
But stayed soon to realize
The virgin was wordless
And my song was nothing at all
The man and his shadow
Abruptly stopped dancing
The curtain of darkenss
Returned and I saw
The magic of lifetimes
Etched in the ashes
And I am the virgin
Spitting my songs
On the wall
The sun jumped up to rouse me
As I grabbed a cigarette
A patch of fog still lingers
there
Upon my face
I think of nothing, sitting, smoking
Blowing rings across the room
Consumed by dreams that soon
Will take my place
Because dreams are the things that make the young girls laugh
As they can draw water from an old blind woman's eye
And I have lived in a million dreams but I hear too well to laugh
And I'm afraid I can see too well to cry