hear the bird whistle, hear the crow shout it doesn’t even matter 'cuz you’re never gonna figure it out ain't that a shame? how can you remain? except to know before the rainbow there goes the rain a dead man tipped his hat at me, been swirled in a mental spree, every thought is infinity when you’re frying inside fire city it’s all too strange to the deranged brain that to lose your heart to the rainbow is to find it in the rain in the drunken new moon night frayed leaves become haunting flights your heads crowded by the loss of light but the stars poke out so pretty with their hobo grin you may begin to let the night grow sing earthy rainbows and heavenly rain

i just wanna know, how you feel i'm dying to know how you feel never mind what you think i'm wondering how you feel in case you were wondering the night is still dark the sleepless spark still flickers in the stars the whole world yearns for the turn of a glass in the finger burns the last of the pack the last one to hit the sack the derailed train breaks thru the track i discern each pale cross faded moon i wander in the silent cricket swoon tonight the king sings to the bafoon we’re heading to our birthplace soon just wait for the beatles to harmonize in tune we learn the song of the savage croon

saturday morning lifts me up empties my head and fills my cup saw myself a sudden sight a dream appeared before my eyes in shallow streets the poets cry the gig is up- our prophets died the moon bleeds pus my head is fried there's a burning blimp up there with my name on it the ashes of the blimp they fly up like leaves and stain the sky the sight is seen for many miles the poet then, begins to smile picks up his pen scratches page with every word he wilts with age his fingers shake his pen runs dry before he falls he scatters the pages so, i set out in that morn with bob's words to get born they warm my heart and clear my eyes yeah, they dance away and tease my mind 'cuz getting born is silly stuff apriest told me i'm not old enough i've been waiting all my life you born me once now born me twice man! folks today don't have time to look a friend in the eye to grow a garden or feel a tide they shrivel in their shells and die they tap away about their days there's a million others with more to say they don't shut up so they shut em out while it rains oil and hell from a black cloud father took all that we got left us here to stink and rot philosophizing 'bout why and when till the cock crows 'n we forget again jesus died on a cross today he dies as they burn mosques the smoke filled sky won't cloud their hate they'd eat him alive just for a small taste sunday morning drags on by imaginary clouds haunt the sky harder days seem like they'll stay 'till we scratch our heads and choose another way

i don’t know why it is you do twist in my head like an old corkscrew rusting down pinning my brain to the wall so you can show it to your friends ill juggle and do magic tricks for them and they’ll laugh for my rabbit and my mad hat i threw up in the bathroom stall i saw jesus with arms crossed shaking his head wagging his finger at me baptize me in that oatmeal slush slow down now no need to rush grabbing my head laughing with the flush swing me, silly, spill my beans peel me squeeze the tangerine i think it’s fresh but you can spit out the seeds and plant a brand new tree for the yard and sing songs to it like some bard a dear old gnome piping his flute through the sun dome

while sadness hides in your gut it slides out her eyes bravery watered by bent notes; fertile cry mama, please take me home ive been worn down, worn down by the road and the only thing i know is that i left my love on that road oh sad-eyed mama, take me home daddy, please don’t turn me away i've felt myself sway from so many a face and i’m itching cold, but my heads hot my stomach's choked up in a sick thick knot oh daddy, don't turn me away yeah, mama, i’m thinning into a ghost i’m mixing in with the milky mist on the coast and i’ll sail that ocean blue and rain down lonely pools of my love of my love of my love of all my love of my love of my love lover, i’m walking alone one foot after the other on the cracking bones of a world with dyin' eyes cast down under the shade of a hungry cloud honey find me rainin' for that cloud oh lord, let it move away from me give me the sun, buddha spring with sweet honey give me earthly trees- just one sight before my concrete night lord, let it move from over me lord- let my soul feed full the winds let my sorrow rush in the dust and the rain let my hope burn in the rays leave my regret to the ashes of the day and use my joy use my joy to part that cloud take all my joy, take my joy to part that cloud take my joy, take my life to part that cloud

the hollowscape of the sun-stripped place, where sorrow snakes burrowed in your face, the decadent seem to be the only saved was a place you once called paradise the horrible one drags his worn out sun through the muddy muck of the fucked up square, newsboy spoke of an execution there where you stared at your body swayin' you went to your hometown to look for a cause for the starving groan of whatever was, you can’t make out the snakes from the doves as the foundation of a childhood crumbles the crows pick seeds from the dried up dust so the plants can’t grow, but the cars still rust your heads torn up by a justice lust and a thrust of a thumb in the air to lurk in fire or end up somewhere, dissolving in the waters of a woolen chair, to look away scared when faced with the stares of the bodies that bleed for your comfort you could stumble home to your retail throne, your thunder mind and your dry cloud moans, your junky eyes and the telephone scratching on the surface of nowhere or find some peace or fancy a god in the silhouettes mixed in with the fog it’s moving back now, it may soon be gone 'less you jump from your chair and follow it your lazy, your glued to your dollars fate, you killed your soul to use as bait, your mind's numb, your heart weeps in hate at the one who starved it of its wonder and so on the seasons go until a sweet mother wind blows and another soul follows the road. . .

i’m in the night's street when the lights meet dark drought, the sky is rolled under a cramping cloud, but i just wanna see a piece of heaven in my dark room i don’t see myself, don’t see my guitar don’t hear the far off song of wealth, and in that corrosion into dark my spark flickers streets are walking but i’m standing still, mouths are talking but my frozen ears are filled with breaking thoughts of a face in my chest's cold safe yeah, don’t look for me in the sea as i sink into a sob, don’t follow me to my night's cold rooftop, my eyes are closed in icey streaming, but i’m dreaming of heaven

it took a broken day for me to fix my guitar, it took a broken telescope for me to wanna see far, it took an avalanche for me to run from the peak. i thought i could change, hiding from the rain in your cave, yet all my pain it burned me in shadows inside, away from the rain, the insane seized my mind so i tried to be good, yeah, i tried my best to be kind because i saw you leave yourself behind to help me believe white roses could grow back in time so i tightened my smile to try and bear the empty miles of a dirt road i thought might go where i may warm my cold soul, but it only grew old, alone- trees speak most to the lonely, i heard them well when they spoke to me, said "oh my god- is that really you? witherin' with us in this dry winter, leafless noon?" so-- here i stay and write this song, with greasy hair the days grow long and i listen to the old house creak and hope for sunlight between clenched teeth and hope for springtime to melt me into streams that feed the flowers and my friends; the trees and hope for springtime to help me see the way that heavy rain is only a soft release of the sacred pain that pushes out the leaves

lost boy crying to a crescent moon awake in the night of pain he looks down to a world that’s drowned in an all pervading rain and the stars drive him insane he looked close at the western coast to try to find a hope in the sun but mere hope is just a way to cope now he knows that more than anyone nothing blinds quite like the sun he spun his wheels into the fall of day to remain in the dark for a while searched the shade for a savory place to gaze at the painful face of the night and the rain fell from the stars and i'm doped up every night so i can stumble my way through the dawn and laugh loud, while i kiss the ground the drooling dew spits in my eye and it says don’t you know the time? well, forget the clock and the faces that mock and the lock in the socket of my mind turn the key for a speeding spree down the streets toward a free mirage the oasis fades like a god - what awaits after the spotlights shot is a certain singe-ing of the nerves tangled trembling in bloody drying into sharp scars they bite and gnaw slowly twisting and convulsing and this tickles you when you get your milk or go to the spa drive your car it keeps you raw and your brains like the cold cuts and it doesn’t get warmer but you season it and it’s only now that u wish the rats would come carnivorously and with teeth reason with it what remains when the spotlights shot is a stage made empty by the dark an empty auditorium where your own echos are the only ghosts and the lost souls you so thought you’d find even they we’re poisoned by a wine called divine and you hear the clock ticking but you can’t tell the time and you feel out your mask and say "this ain’t mine" and it’s not and the spot shines and you look at your feet defeat defeat shine on rain on defeat defeat muddied in clots of conceit - the desert eyes turned up to the dry sky wait for stars in the daylight, the sulking sand in your trembling hands slivers through your fingers to freedom despair melts in the desert air despair coughs and begs me water despair chokes on its sandpaper throat i hand it a sliver of rain. refrain, refrain refrain, refrain refrain, refrain calls the sky to the rain.

sunkdown sundown; sly strip of shine on the sunburned tough guy- fly, fly, fists to five fruits of foul pungence, devoured feverishly guy rise, rise to fly, rise to fuck the sky with superman fists into the hard sun burn, burn, become the desert's sucking air, and singe the rough skin of the weary wanderer suffer in fire; mold in flames, remain, remain, calls the burning plain.

shallow sing the waters of the empty grave, slowly flows the blood in your humming veins, and while burden kisses bliss, and virtue marries the vain, you shout remain remain x2 trickle smirking snakes down his windowpane, sure burns the sun above his clouds of pain , and while a judge barks, and calls those thoughts insane, he howls remain remain x2 surely burn the fears in her heart's migraine, quickly falls the tear cheered by her dark refrain, and while doctors panic, and try to smother the pain, she calls remain remain x2 so sorrow and i watch a rusting railroad train, fading frontiers paint my shirt with sweating stains, but while i’m cooked in sand, and soaked in rain, i cry remain remain x2 sunkdown sundown; sly strip of shine on the sunburned tough guy- fly, fly, fists to five fruits of foul pungence, devoured feverishly guy rise, rise to fly, rise to fuck the sky with superman fists into the hard sun burn, burn, become the desert's sucking air, and singe the rough skin of the weary wanderer suffer in fire; mold in flames, remain, remain, calls the burning plain. remain, remain, calls the burning plain.

isn’t it plain? does it feel the same to anyone? to feel so strange, but still blend in with everyone? to cry under the sun, to cradle close the moon, to run, run, run, from the laughing, sunlit hands of june? isn't it strange? to be outmanned and outrun? outstanding show of hands for the man who stands outgunned clutching close apollo’s bow and arrow and feeling first the bullet’s stinging then a ringing sinkhole clearing the clouds for the skies muted emptiness and the rain that whispered near and the wise man laughing as the baby pulls his beard and the seer finally blinking and rubbing his eyes and the soft sliding worms loving delicious demise and decay unraveling in the empty night within itself to expose a hidden light and the rising tide pushes your fragile feet towards that same glow your chin is held in the palm of awe but your slow so you run and you shout say "hey, man- don’t cut me out!" all i wanna say is written in the empty graves taking up space all i wanna see is dripping in soft streams from the lone moon all i wanna feel is ripping at my guts and biting my heels all i wanna be is churning in a stormy sea and laughing at the shore what does it mean? what do i care? who are you then? who’s that fella over there? he smiles a stitched smile opens my scars with his scythe and slowly shows me the beauty of our strife and as it welcomes you you feel a smile swirl into a circle gently spinning as your wounds mend themselves by singing bringing light upon; upon your apparition as it is out-shined on earth, as flesh decays, on earth, as the reign of flesh ends, on earth, where my words are lain, on earth, where my notes will bend, on earth, as flesh decays, there is a sunrise