1. |
Save Some Sanity Blues
04:12
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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
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2. |
How Do You Feel?
03:04
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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
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3. |
Burning Blimp
05:44
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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
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4. |
A Dear Old Gnome
02:59
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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
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5. |
Pony Eye
06:08
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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
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6. |
The Hollowscape
06:17
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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. . .
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7. |
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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
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8. |
The Rain and Your Cave
05:50
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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
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9. |
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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.
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10. |
Sunkdown Sundown Psalm
02:31
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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.
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11. |
Remain, Remain
09:32
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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.
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12. |
Isn't it Plain?
07:16
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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
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