Sunset Rubdown – Lyrics

Snake’s Got a Leg
The Dust You Kick up is Too Fine
Snake’s Got A Leg
I’ll Believe in Anything You’ll Believe in Anything
Hey you Handsome Vulture
Hope You Don’t Stoop to Dirty Words
Hope You Don’t Stoop to Dirty Words II
Cecil’s Bells
I Know The Weight Of Your Throat
Stadiums and Shrines
Snake’s Got A Leg II
Portrait of a Shiny Metal Little Boy

EP #1
Three Colours
Jason Believes Me, You Can’t Trust Your Dreams
A Day In The Graveyard
A Day In The Graveyard II
Three Colours II

Shut Up I Am Dreaming
Stadium and Shrines II
They Took a Vote and Said No
Us Ones In Between
I’m Sorry I Stood on Your Hands That Have Been in The Grave
Snake’s Got a Leg III
The Empty Threats of Little Lord
Swimming
The Men are Called Horsemen There
Q-Chord
Shut Up I Am Dreaming of Places Where Lovers Have Wings

Demos / Early versions
The Weather Can Turn on You
Give Up On Your Ghost
I’ll Believe in Anything, You’ll (piano)
Snake’s Got A Leg
Stadium and Shrines
We Got Broken Eyes
It Wouldn’t Let Them Down
You Are A Runner

Random Spirit Lover
The Mending of the Gown
Magic vs Midas
Up on Your Leopard, Upon the End of Feral Days
The Courtesan Has Sung
Winged/Wicked Things
Colt Stands Up, Grows Horns
Stallion
For the Pier (and Dead Shimmering)
The Taming of the Hands That Came Back To Life
Settling Vs. Rising
Trumpet, Trumpet, Toot! Toot!
Child Heart Losers

Dragonslayer
Silver Moons
Idiot Heart
Apollo and the Buffalo and Anna Anna Anna Oh!
Black Swan
Paper Lace
You Go On Ahead (Trumpet Trumpet II)
Nightingale/December Song
Dragon’s Lair


The Dust You Kick up is Too Fine

Because variables lurk in the wine
Because the bed’s warm and it’s cold out that’s good sign.
It’s never ever gonna feel right to pull the latch back again.
‘Cause the dust you kick up is too fine.
Because variables lurk in the wine
Because the best one that’s cold out has a good sign.
It’s never ever gonna feel right to pull the latch back again.
‘Cause the dust you kick up is too fine.

Whaaa ohhh


Snake’s Got A Leg

Snake’s got a leg
It’s one only she can see
And she’ll get, she’ll get so many legs
That she’ll run away so we’ll never ever see.

I got a jacket
A coat full of contraband
And I got, I got so many high heels to sell
And I got so many hands to hand ’em over with

And we’ll eat like kings, oh

So Ooh, ooh, ooh
Got hit with bows and arrows oh
Said Ooh, ooh, ooh
Got hit with bows and arrows oh

I don’t wanna go
Into the hills today
Into the mountains
To feed the crows up in the hills
Up, up in the hills
It’s cold and brutal

They’re back at my skin with their beaks on my mound
They’re back at my bones with their beaks on my mound
They’re back at my ears with their nevereverending caw-ing
And cawing, and cawing, and caw-caw-cawing

They’ll eat like kings, oh

Snake’s in the grass
Throw the snake in the oven ’cause
I’m in the oven
And sing, “How can you live up so
High in the mountain?”
“It’s cool in the shade of the woodshed,” babies say,
“Can I stay awhile?”
She said no, “How dare you live up so
High in the mountains?”
Snake’s in the grass
Throw the snake in the oven ’cause
I’m in the oven
And sing, “How can they live up so
High in the mountain?”
“It’s cool in the shade of the woodshed,” babies say,
“Can I stay awhile?”
She said no, “How dare you live up so
High in the mountains?”

“Got chased by a hundred snakes this morning
Got away from a hundred snakes in the night.
Sing, how can you live up so


I’ll Believe in Anything You’ll Believe in Anything

Give me your eyes
I need sunshine
Give me your eyes
I need sunshine
Your blood, your bones, your voice, and your ghost

We’ve both been
A very brave
Walk around with both legs
Fight the scary day
We both pulled the tricks out of our sleeves
I’ll believe in anything and
You’ll believe in anything
Said
I’ll believe in anything and
You’ll believe in anything

If I could get the fire out from the wire
I’d share a life and I’d share a life
If I could take the fire out from the wire
I’d share a life and I’d share a life
If I could take the fire out from the wire
I’d take you where nobody knows you and
Nobody gives a damn
I said nobody knows you and
Nobody gives a damn

And I could take another hit for you
And I could take another trip for you
And I could take away the salt from you
Take away the skin and salt in you
And I could take away your shaky knees
And I could give you all the olive trees
And I could give you all the olive trees
And I could take away your shaky knees
And put it all up into the trees and into the seas and away from here

So give me your eyes
I need sunshine
Give me your eyes
I need sunshine
Your blood, your bones, your voice, and your ghost
We’ve both been very brave
Walk around with both legs
Fight the scary day
We both pulled the tricks out of our sleeves
But I’ll believe in anything and
You’ll believe in anything

If I could take the fire out from the wire
I’d share a life and I’d share a life
If I could take the fire out from the wire
I’d share a life and I’d share a life
If I could take the fire out from the wire
I’d take you where nobody knows you and
Nobody gives a damn
I said nobody knows you
And nobody gives a damn

I said nobody knows you
And nobody gives a damn either way
About your blood, your bones, your voice, and your ghost
Because nobody knows you
And nobody gives a damn either way
You know I’ll believe in anything and
You’ll believe in anything
Because nobody knows you
And nobody gives a damn either way


Hey you Handsome Vulture

Hey, you handsome vulture
What you got hiding under there?
You got my hands tied
You got your hands behind your back

I take it all’s o-kay, you handsome vulture
With all your charm and wit and escapades
You’re making me pick,
You son of a bitch
You’re making me pick one.

You ask me about my absences
Then you make some of your own
You ask me about my absences
Then you make some of your own


Hope You Don’t Stoop to Dirty Words

I hope you don’t shoot at the terps [terrapins, a Maryland bird]
I hope you don’t stoop to dirty words
I hope you don’t send out the birds
When you watch your houses come down

And all the flames shooting around up there in the air
Down here on the ground.

I hope you don’t send up the stripes
Oh, shake your arms down in the night
Take your legs down—sight your eyes
When you watch your houses come down

Never gonna hold your lover’s hands in the air
Again, I hope you don’t shoot at the terps
I hope you don’t stoop to dirty words
‘Cause dirty words are only ever heard
But they’re not used in stinkin’ dirty words.

Do you know regrets?
Have you no regrets?
‘Cause I didn’t know anything you know
They just heard that you world’s are comin’ down


Hope You Don’t Stoop to Dirty Words II

I hope you don’t shoot at the terps, oh
I hope you don’t stoop to dirty words, oh
I hope you don’t send out the birds
Hope you don’t send out the birds

When you watch your houses come down
And all the flames shooting around up there in the air
Down here on the ground.

I hope you don’t send up the stripes, oh
Hope you don’t swallow all of the nightglow
Hope you don’t sight all the bright snow
Shake your fist down at the night, oh

When you watch your houses come down
And all the flames shooting around up there in the air
Down here on the ground.

You find blame where you want it to be
You find things where you wanted to be
So fix it up, fix it up
You find things where you wanted to be.


Cecil’s Bells

Instrumental.


I Know The Weight Of Your Throat

You ring your bell and smile at me
I drink from your well and fall down
You bring the shells above your knees;
Around my ears they ring out silently.
They ring out silently

Oh

Found out the way to your goals
I know the weight of your throat
And there’s something in the books, oh
Found out the sound of your whole notes
I know the weight of your throat
And there’s something in the books

And you go, “oh”

Found out the way to your goals
I know the weight of your throat
And there’s something in the books, oh
In the books, in the books, oh”

“You’re up there in the books
You’re up there in the books
You’re up there in the books
You’re up there in the books
You’re up there in the books
You’re up there in the books
You’re up there in the books
You’re up there in the books.”


Stadiums and Shrines

Can I lift my dress up for you?
Can I lift it in the nighttime?
White undersides of my thighs look much better
In the dying light

There’s a kid in there
And he’s big, and dumb,
And he’s… kinda scared
Well, he’s too old to be there

And he’s just looking for a ride.

Well, I’ll lift it to the ceiling tiles
Of stadiums and shrines

You see something to cheer about

I’ll tell you that it’s mine
I’m sorry that your mother died
That one was my fault
I’m sorry anybody dies at all these days

I still find reasons to pout.

Oh
Oh, your thighs
With my eyes.


Snake’s Got A Leg II

Snake’s got a leg
It’s one only she can see
And you can, you can get nobody hurt
But you’ll run away so we’ll never ever see.

I got a jacket
A coat full of contraband
And he got, he got so many shoes to sell
And he got, he got so many hands to hand ’em over with

And we’ll eat like kings, oh

So OH, oh, oh
Got hit with bows and arrows
So OH, oh, oh
Got hit with bows and arrows oh

I don’t wanna go
Into the mountain
Away so I can,
So I can feed the crows up in the hills
Up, up in the hills
It’s cold and brutal out

They’re back at my skin with their beaks on my mound
They’re back at my skin with their beaks on my mound
They’re back at my skin with their penniless god and their god
and they’re caw-caw-cawing out

And we’ll eat like kings, oh

Snake’s in the grass
Throw the snake in the oven and
The rats in your face
“How can you live up so
High in the mountain?”
Snake’s in the grass
Throw the snake in the oven and
The rats in your face
“How can you live up so
High in the mountain?”
Crows in my belly
Throw the crows in the oven and
The crows in your face
“How can you live up so
High in the mountain?”

They’re back at my skin with their beaks on my mound
They’re back all the way, three feet on the ground
And the rat in the oven and
The snake gets out
“How can he live up so
High in the mountains again?”

So they’re back at my skin with their beaks on my mound
They’re back all the way, three feet on the ground
And the rat in the oven and
The snake gets out
“How can he live up so
High in the mountain again?”

He will eat up all the goods
And then he’ll eat up all the grains
He’ll eat up all the good things
They’ll eat up all the good things
He will eat up the goods
And then he’ll eat all the drains
Eat up all the good things, girl (x3)

So OH, oh, oh
Got hit with bows and arrows
So OH, oh, oh
Got hit with bows and arrows


Portrait of a Shiny Metal Little Boy

Instrumental.


Three Colours

Oh

Do you believe that you belong to something?
I can’t believe that I belong to nothing.

Do you believe that you belong to something?
I can’t believe that I belong to no one
I can’t believe that I belong to no one

Oh
La, la, la
I go la, la, la

Do you believe that you belong to somewhere?
I can’t believe that I belong to nowhere.

Oh

I can’t believe that I belong to nothing.

Do you see three colors? Do you see them?

Do you see them? (Oh)


Jason Believes Me, You Can’t Trust Your Dreams

Jason, believe me, you can’t trust your dreams
When they take you alone in your room.
Some of them showgirls and some of them queens
But none of them who you swore to

Hold on Ho-oh-oh-old on
Till they summon old bones of mothers of old
You say, “Love’s gonna die.”
They say, “Love’s gonna come home.”

Young man, you shake hands too quickly with
Captains that take you alone in the night.
What’s in the hull? Is it femurs and skulls?
Then why are their hands so slight?

Hold on Ho-oh-oh-old on
To the resident bones of sons who roam
You say you’re gonna die
They say you’re gonna come home

So sleep with your eyes open
Oh, sleep with your eyes open
Sleep on your back, stave off the attack
Of carnivorous things
Sleep with your eyes open
Sleep with your eyes open
Sleep on your back and kick off the attack of carnivorous things.


A Day In The Graveyard

Instrumental.


A Day In The Graveyard II

There was a day in the graveyard
With helicopters overhead
I had a rose-petal bed and
The sun on my shoes, and
I knew, I knew, and I couldn’t see
That if you could make another one of you
Then you wouldn’t give the other one to me; oh
If you could make another one of you
Then you wouldn’t give the other one to me.

When the conductor fucks up
You can’t blame the symphony
So I won’t blame you
If you don’t blame me.
You were doing something else that day.
You were doing something else that day.
You were doing something else that day
[You were doing something else that day.]

da ba da da ba da da ba da da ba da da ba


Three Colours II

Oh

You say oh, oh, oh, these colors
Do you see another color?
Is it red, red, red?
Do you see another color?
Is it red, red, red, red, red,
Red, red, red, red
Oh, oh, oh, oh
This aching head

If there are winds in my head
Then there is wind in my head
You know these rustling stones
In the years that I hold so dear
My dear, to all the things that
You said to me, oh.

You said the shape of my hands
Roll up inside your hands
Without opening up your eyes
Oh, I say “thanks and thank you for
The things that you said to me”

You take a little wind
Wind at my earlobes
You take the little pins
The pins in my pillow
You gather up my sins
You let them go out
You take a little wind
The wind at my ears, oh
I say, “You should hear the wind in my window.”
You say, “Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok.”

I say, “You should hear the wind in my window.”
You say, “Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok.”
I say, “You should hear the wind in my window.”
I say, “You should hear the wind in my window.”
I say, “You should hear the wind at my window.”
“You should hear the wind in my window.”

It goes, “Oooh-ooh, ooh-oh-ooh”

You say, “Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok.”
You say, “Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok.”
You say, “Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok.”
You say, “Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok.”


Stadiums And Shrines II

Can I lift my dress up for you?
Can I lift it in the night?
White undersides of my thighs look much better
In the dark light

There’s a kid in there
And he’s big, and dumb,
And he’s… kinda scared
Well, he’s too old to be there

And he’s just looking for a light.

I’ll lift it to the ceiling tiles
Of stadiums and shrines
If you see something to cheer about
Then I’ll tell you that it’s mine.

You see something to reach about
I’ll tell you that it’s mine
I’m sorry that your mother died
That one was my fault
I’m sorry anybody dies at all these days

Oh I see the night
With my own two eyes.


They Took a Vote and Said No

One, two, three

There was a kid,
He wants a ride
They took his ears,
They took his eyes
They said a ride
Is never free,
He couldn’t hear
He couldn’t see.
Well there are things
That have to die
So other things
Can stay alive
The fire burns,
It burns to give,
It has to burn, alive,
To live.

The other men spoke low;
They took a vote and said no.
They turned around real slow
Where did they go? Where did they go?

Is the question of the question
If the fire doesn’t die can the kid keep his eyes
Say NO!!!
Say, “You don’t know what king we serve, boy.
You don’t know what things we employ.”

The other men spoke low;
They took a vote and said no.
They turned around real slow
Where did they go? Where did they go?

Is the question of the question
Can the kid keep his eyes?
If the fire doesn’t die
Can the kid keep his eyes?
On the question of the question
Can the kid keep his eyes?
If the fire doesn’t die
I said be CAREFUL
Of what you wish for
Oh be CAREFUL
Of what you wish for
And be CAREFUL
Around the fire-light
And be CAREFUL
Around the bright, bright, light
But the fire never died
So the kid lost his eyes
Oh, that’s how it goes, Baby
That’s how it goes, Baby
That’s how it goes, Baby
That’s how it goes.


Us Ones in Between

You are a waterfall
Waiting inside a well
You are a wrecking ball
Before the building fell
And every lightning rod
Has got to watch the storm cloud come.

And I’ve heard of pious men
And I’ve heard of dirty fiends
But you don’t often hear
Of us ones in between
And I’ve heard of creatures
Who eat their babies;
And I wonder if they stop
To think about the taste.

I saw the sun go down
Outside of Arkansas;
And I saw the sun come up
Somewhere in Illinois.
And in the darkness
I taught myself to hate.
But where were you, oh where were you?
And where’d the fuckin sun go?

And I am a creature.
And I am survivin’.
And I want to be alone
But I want your body.
So when you eat me,
Mother and baby,
Oh baby, mother me,
Before you eat me.

And you should always pass
When you get the inside lane.
Don’t pull your hair out;
I won’t pull my hair out.
For I have never seen the sun
That did not bury his head in the side of the world
When the day is done.

You are a waterfall
Waiting inside a well
You are a wrecking ball
Before the building fell
And I will mutter like a lover
Who speaks in tongues, oh he speaks in tongues.
Oh I speak in tongues.

(She’s your mother; she’s got a lovely tongue.)


I’m Sorry I Sang on Your Hands That Have Been in the Grave

Carry on, carry on, carry on, ba-dum, ba-dum
Carry on, carry on, carry on, ba-dum, ba-dum
If you are a teacher I am a vessel, oh
So carry on, carry on, carry on, ba-dum, ba-dum

There are ones that lie
And ones that lie underground
The first ones lie;
The second one I lie about.
Carry on.

Think it’s a sign, where we’re shooting the sun? Ba-dum, da-dum
I put a flag where it didn’t belong, ba-dum, da-dum.
You got a heart and I got this big, big, lance
You’re a hunter; I’ll tend the gun, ba-dum, ba-dum.

No learned has seen the lakes
And I know your hands have
Been in the grave
You beat the path down;
Will you beat the path down?
I will follow the hunter and see what you take.

I don’t really want to swim with you;
I don’t really want to swim with you;
I don’t really want to swim, swim, swim
In the water that you claim or has claimed you.
I don’t really want to swim with you;
I don’t really want to swim with you;
I don’t really want to swim, swim, swim
In the water that you claim or has claimed you.

Da-da da-dum-dum
Carry on

I don’t really want to swim, swim, swim
In the water that you claim or has claimed you…


Snake’s Got a Leg III

Snake’s got a leg
For all, we wish, we see (?)
And you have so many legs
But you’ll run away so we’ll never ever see.

I got a jacket
A coat full of contraband
And I got so many high heels
And I got so many hands to hand ’em over with

And we’ll eat like kings, oh

So OH, oh, oh
Got hit with bows and arrows oh
Uh-oh, uh-oh, so OH, oh, oh
Got hit with bows and arrows oh

I don’t wanna go
Into the hills and high into the mountains
Away so I can,
So I can feed on crumbs up in the hills
Up, up in the hills
It’s cold and brutal

They peck at my bones with their beaks on my mound
They peck at my eyes with their beaks on my mound
They peck at my ears with their nevereverending calling and their calling
Their c-c-calling

And they’ll eat like kings, oh

So snake’s in the grass
Put that snake in the oven cause I’m the other one.
I say, “How can you live so high in the mountains?”
“It’s cool in the shade of the woodshed,” babies say;
“Can I stay awhile?”
She said, “No. How dare you live up
So high in the mountains.”
“I got chased by a hundred snakes in the morning
Got away from a hundred snakes in the night.
Sing, how can you live up so

Oh, oh, oh, oh.
“I got chased by a hundred snakes in the morning
Got away from a hundred snakes in the night.
Sing, how can you live up so


The Empty Threats of Little Lord

If I ever hurt you
It will be in self-defense
If I ever hurt you
It will be in self-defense

Podiums as high as the gallows are low
Swing low, swing low, swing low.

You are a beast and I am serving up your supper
You are a beast and I am serving up your supper
Oh, oh, oh…

What will you do when the drink is all gone?
Will you slam your fist down on the table?

‘Cause I’m not that kind of whore
No, I’m not that kind of whore
No, I’m not that kind of whore
But I am a little lord.

No, I’m not that kind of whore
But I am a little lord.
No, I’m not that kind of whore
But I am a little lord.
Lord, grant me, gracious,
I am burning up inside.

There are snakes out in the night;
All these kids have gone astray;
There are women with no meaning to their names
When we say them… they are worse to win
For never over sinful days

So if I ever hurt you
It will be in self-defense
And if I ever hurt you
It will be in self-defense

If you ever come at me
I will hurt you
If you ever come at me
I will hurt you
If you ever come at me,
You snake.
You snake
You snake
You snake

I wish you the best, you snake.
You are self-professed, you snake.
My heart’s in my chest, you snake.
You can have the rest, you snake.

I wish you the best, you snake.
You are self-professed, you snake.
My heart’s in my chest, you snake.
You can have the rest, you snake…


Swimming

Maybe an ocean is found in a lake.
Maybe exceptions to this could be made.
But I’m swimming Lord, just to be saved

She always loved him, but not in the way,
The way she’s supposed to, but she never claimed to.
But she’s swimming Lord, just to be saved
Young lovers gathering ’round, they
Hold their hands on Sundays
Sundays they get down on the ground
They’ll get down on the ground for you
I say that some claims are true, some claims are true
And I say that some silly dreams but I can’t come true, oh
Someday I’ll get down on the ground
Get down on the ground for you

He’s getting old, he’s getting old, he’s getting old,
He’s getting old, he’s getting old,
And the water is cold.

Bum, bum ba-da dum

I say that some claims are true, some claims are true
And I say that some silly dreams but I can’t come true, oh
Someday I’ll get down on the ground
Get down on the ground for you

He’s getting old, he’s getting old, he’s getting old,
He’s getting old, he’s getting old

Because variables lurk in the wine
Because the bed’s warm when it’s cold out and that’s a good sign.
It’s never ever gonna feel right to pull the latch back again.
The dust you kick up is too fine.
Because variables lurk in the wine
Because the best one that’s cold out has a good sign.
It’s never ever gonna feel right to pull the latch back again.
The dust you kick up is too fine.


The Men are Called Horsemen There

So you need me to say that I’m sorry
That someone undressed me as professed to me
In Spain with their eyes

Ba dum-bum ba da dum.

I’m sorry ’cause someone told me to watch
And I watched for it all over
Spain with my eyes.

Ba dum-bum ba da dum.

If I’m sorry, then so are you
Cause I, I go where you tell me to.
On horseshoes.

The Casanova ran
Toward the Eastern lands
His cock was in his hand
You got to ride away from him
You gotta ride away from him.

“But if you ride over there
they’ll put bows in your hair
they will stand back and
stare at you to Spain with their eyes.”

Ba dum-bum ba da dum.

It never occurred to me
It never occurred to me
It never occurred to me
That the men are called horsemen there

Oh, the men are called horsemen there

Oh, the men are called horsemen and
I’M NO HORSEMEN!
Oh, the men are called horsemen and
I’M NO HORSEMEN!
Oh, the men are called horsemen and
I’M NO HORSEMEN!
I’M NO HORSEMEN! And you are no angel

I’m no horse and you are no angel.
If I was a horse I would
Rush like a leopard.
If I was a horse I would
Trample the shepherd down.
If I was a horse I’d have
Twigs in my mane.
If I was a horse I would throw up the reins.

If I was you
If I was a horse I would throw up the reins.
If I was you… Oh, oh oh oh oh oh.
If I was a horse I would throw up the reins.
If I was you… Oh, oh oh oh oh oh.
But I am no horse and you are no angel
Oh, oh oh oh oh oh.
I said if I was a horse I would throw up the reins.
If I was you. Oh, oh oh oh oh oh.

Your hand’s in my back
Your hand’s on my muscles
Your weight on my back
It keeps me from trouble

But oh, oh oh oh oh oh

But such weights never did stay
In Madrid, did they

Where someone says, “fuck me” someone else says, “ok.”

You gotta ride me to a pasture
on a ride to kiss all the wings.

Where someone says “fuck me” someone else says, “ok.”


Q-Chord

Instrumental.


Shut Up I Am Dreaming of Places Where Lovers Have Wings

You’re on the distant shore
Yo’re on the distant shore
Oceans never listen to us anyway,
Oceans never listen to us anyway.
And if I fall into the drink,
I will say your name before I sink.

He says your name out loud;
In miniature rooms where no one’s found;
It’s a desperate sound.
You’re on the distant shore
He stamps his feet down
You hear his knuckles on your door.
He wants to send you drawings
Drawings of men with faithful hands
They’ll make such good boyfriends
He wants to tell you stories
Stories of boys who stomped their feet saying,
“Shut, shut up I am dreaming of places
Where lovers have wings”.

l’ll meet you where the river forks;
When everyone else is dead
You’ll be safe on the water
We’ll be much younger if we remember.
You’re on the distant shore
I stamp my feet down
Down do you hear knuckles
On your door. Do you understand
What I’m fighting for? Oh,
Oceans never listen to us anyway.
Oceans never listen to us anyway.
And if I fall into the drink,
I will say your name before I sink.
Oceans never listen to us anyway.

I’m afraid of the water;
I’m afraid of the sky.
I’m tired of waiting.
Oceans never listen to us anyway,
Oceans never listen to us anyway.
And if I fall into the drink,
I will say your name before I sink.
So don’t make a sound.
Don’t make a sound.


The Weather can turn on you

Hey! Put the jacket on,
It’s forty degrees
With the jacket on.
You can’t trust the weatherman,
He doesn’t know;
He’s a TV man.
Hey, with the jacket on
And the eyes on fire
At the crack of dawn.
The weather can turn on you
It can turn and you’re out on the lawn,
And you’re out and you’re gone.

And I know that you’ll be looking
For the heat when the sun goes down.
Yes I know that you’ll be kicking
Yourself when the sun goes down.
And you know, and you know, and you know,
and you know, and you know,
and you know, and you know,
you’ll be looking for the heat
when the sun goes down.

When you go downtown,
I say you’ll be cold,
You say you’ll be fine;
You say you’ll be fine. (x4)


Give up the Ghost

Splattered on the window
The swallow and the sparrow
Nothing in the river but
You know that they’re down there.
Black and golden pharaohs
The ones who shot the arrows
Nothing in the river but
You know that they’re there.

And all the hells from the gallows
Well you know that they’re there.
And all the babes in the shallows
Well you know that they’re there.
Oh, the Greek and Roman heroes
They’re waiting till tomorrow
Nothing in the river but
You know that they’re there.

And the bad man swings
Round a branch of oak
And the good man sings
About his rowboat, oh

But no one said you couldn’t have
Both the pedestals above the same height as the gallows
Oh, the pedestals above the same height as the gallows
Oh. No.
But no one said you couldn’t have ’em both
The river never cared what place you bring
Gonna go no matter what things you sing about to your lovers oh
The river never cared what place you bring
Gonna go no matter what things you sing about to your lovers oh
Things you sing about to your lovers oh
What things you sing about to your lovers oh
What things you sing about to your lovers oh
What things you sing about to your lovers oh

Everybody give up the ghost and just
Jump in the water, jump, jump in the water, oh
Everybody give up the ghost and just
Jump in the water, jump, jump in the water, oh
Everybody give up the ghost and just
Jump in the water, jump, jump in the water, oh
Everybody give up the ghost and just
Jump in the water, jump, jump in the water.


I’ll Believe in Anything, You’ll Believe in Anything (piano ver)

Give me your eyes
I need sunshine
Give me your eyes
I need sunshine
Your blood, your bones, your voice, and your ghost

We’ve both been
A very brave
Walk around with both legs
Fight the scary day
We both pulled the tricks out of our sleeves
I’ll believe in anything and
You’ll believe in anything
Said
I’ll believe in anything and
You’ll believe in anything

If I could get the fire out from the wire
I’d share a life and I’d share a life
If I could take the fire out from the wire
I’d share a life and I’d share a life
If I could take the fire out from the wire
I’d take you where nobody knows you and
Nobody gives a damn
I said nobody knows you and
Nobody gives a damn

And I could take another hit for you
And I could take away the trips from you
And I could take away the salt from you
And take away the skin and salt in you
And I could take away your shaky knees
And I could give you all the olive trees
And I could give you all the olive trees
And I could take away your shaky knees
Put it all up into the trees and into the sea and away from here

So give me your eyes
I need sunshine
Give me your eyes
I need sunshine
Your blood, your bones, your voice, and your ghost
We’ve both been very brave
Walk around with both legs
Fight the scary day
We both pulled the tricks out of our sleeves
But I’ll believe in anything and
You’ll believe in anything

If I could get the fire out from the wire
I’d share a life and I’d share a life
If I could take the fire out from the wire
I’d share a life and I’d share a life
If I could take the fire out from the wire
I’d take you where nobody knows you and
Nobody gives a damn
Nobody knows you and
Nobody gives a damn

I said nobody knows you
And nobody gives a damn either way
About your blood, your bones, your voice, and your ghost
Because nobody knows you
And nobody gives a damn either way
I’ll believe in anything and
You’ll believe in anything
Because nobody knows you
And nobody gives a damn either way.


Snake’s Got a Leg (acoustic segue alt. version)

Snake’s got a leg
It’s way more than she can see
And you’ll get, you’ll get so many legs
That you’ll run away so we’ll never ever see

I got a jacket
A coat full of contraband
And I got, I got so many high heels to sell
And I got, I got so many hands to hand ’em over with

And we’ll eat like kings, oh

So oh, oh, oh
Got egged with bows and arrows
So oh, oh, oh
He’s got legs with bows and has ’em

“I got chased by a hundred snakes in the morning
Got away from a hundred snakes in the night.”
Sing, “Back at my ears with their beaks on my mound
They’re back on their wings, three feet on the ground.”
The rats, and the rats, and the babies in the woodshed
Said, “How can you live up so high in the mountains?”


Stadiums and Shrines (piano segue alt. version)

I lift my dress up to the ceiling tiles
Of stadiums and shrines
And if you see something to cheer for
You can say, “I stole all the good lines”
Lets do this in a dying light
Nothing brighter than a half-lit marquee
All the voices of the ones I love
Are the white scars on my knees

You’ll wave your courageous arms
Like a black flag in the night
When boys stoop to use another boys’ jones
‘Cause their mother didn’t raise ’em right
And I’ll wave my courageous arms
Like a black flag in the night
I’ll sing a verse and you can ring the alarm bells
Sometimes they sound kinda nice

In the dying light
I lift my dress up over my head
I’ll lift it in the skies
‘Cause nothing’s been [nothing’s been] said
And now I’m paying through the fucking nose
‘Cause everybody knows I’m just the highest bidder
Hands red with the blood of my heroes
And the money I took from their children

I’ll lift my dress and you’ll say
“Hey, there’s a little kid in there.
Hey, there’s a little kid in there.”
Put ’em in the house with
Twenty foot walls and lock the doors.
[But you’re not the inspector!]
You built this church with stolen goods
[Oh please, inspector…]
You built this church with stolen goods
[Oh please, inspector…]
People get burned when the tables get turned
[Where’s your lie detector?]
You built this church with stolen goods
[Oh please, inspector…]

Do I have the right
To lift my dress up over my head?
I’ll lift it in the skies
‘Cause nothing’s been [nothing’s been] said
And now I’m paying through the fucking nose
‘Cause everybody knows I’m just the highest bidder
In the dying light
I lift my dress up over my head
In the dark, in the night
‘Cause nothing’s been [nothing’s been] said
And now I’m paying through the fucking nose
‘Cause Lord knows I’ve been turning bad tricks so…

You built this church with stolen goods
[Oh please, inspector]
You built this church with stolen goods
[Oh please, inspector]
People should burn when the tables get turned
[Where’s your lie detector?]
You built this church with stolen goods
[Oh please, inspector]

And I’ll wave my courageous arms
Like a black flag in the night
When boys stoop to use other boys’ jones
‘Cause their mothers never raised ’em right
And you’ll wave your courageous arms
Like a black flag in the night
I’ll sing a verse and you’ll ring the alarm bells
Sometimes they sound kinda nice

And I’ll lift my dress over my head in the night
IS THAT ALRIGHT?
I’ll lift my dress over my head in the night
IS THAT ALRIGHT?
And I’ll wave my courageous arms
[Oooh-ooh…]
Like a black flag in the night
I’ll sing a verse and you can ring the alarm bells
Sometimes they sound kinda nice

And in the dying light


We Got Broken Eyes

Why do you always got to dance to everything?
We’d say she is to see behind things.
Not a lot of love and not a lot of anything.

Criminals and mimics put a limit on the little things
Dolly’s had the same, Dolly’s love love day things
Not a lot of love and not a lot of anything.

So why you always got to dance to everything?
We got broken eyes.
We’d say she is to see behind things
We got broken eyes.
They got all the sections, all the sections
They got all the sections, we got all the
Sec-sec-sec-sec-TIONS!
Not a lot of love and not a lot of anything.

Criminals and mimics put a limit on the little things
They got broken eyes.
Dolly’s had the same, Dolly’s love love day things
They got broken eyes.
They got all the sections, all the sections
They got all the sections, they got all the
Sec-sec-sec-sec-TIONS!
Not a lot of love and not a lot of anything.

Lord, I think the city’s been hypnotized.
Can you shiver when you wear disguises?
Lord, I think the city’s been hypnotized;
Kiddies got a lot of shit in their eyes. They’re alone.
So Lord, I think the city’s been hypnotized.
Kiddies got a lot of shit in their eyes. They’re alone.
(In the lovely day)
Lord, I think the city’s been hypnotized.
Can you shiver when you wear disguises?

Liars always walk when they’re boxed and swingin’ and
Devils always walk when the spider-heart’s struggling and
Hire me to bright hire me to bright lights!
When the white clown’s moving in the para-abyss of photographs [?]
How dare you look that way?
How dare you strip me down?
A shitty shell with a knock-off watch
With a knock-off jacket and a knock-off
Lord, I think the city’s been hypnotized.
Can you shiver when you wear disguises?

Why do you always got to dance to everything?
We’d say she is to see behind things.
They got all the sections, all the sections
They got all the sections, they got all the
Sec-sec-sec-sec-TIONS!
Not a lot of love and not a lot of anything.
Lord, Lord, Lord

Hit the villain with the knife today
Gonna take the legs outright
Do you think it’s all right?
Do you think I sing song songs to be a son of a bitch in the night?
Make believe in better things and all things become too bright.
Do you think it’s all right?
Do you think I sing song songs to be a son of a bitch in the night?

I knew your broken eyes
I knew your watch is ticking down
I knew you had it down to take
All the code off of all the poor caps [?] and
Ooh

And you capture and
You must trust my feelings and
You’re getting warmer

I knew your broken eyes
I knew your watch is ticking down
I knew you had it down to take
All the code off of all the poor caps [?] and
Hit the villain with the knife today
Gonna take the legs outright
Do you think it’s all right?
Do you think I make song songs to be a son of a bitch in the night?
Make believe in better things and all things become too bright.
Do you think it’s all right?


It Wouldn’t Let Them Down

It’s got decorations on its hips
Got decorations on its hips
Oh, the boys are going to take it all the way down.
[They cost line]

It’s got strings around its hips
It’s got things all under hips
Oh, the boys are going to take it all the way down.
[They cost line]

He’s got big, big fucking hands
Boys got big, big fucking hands
Oh, you betcha, oh, you betcha, oh, you betcha, he does.

And you know he breaks the other one
He is their favorite son
And he’ll go, and he’ll go, and he’ll go, and he’ll go,
So the other one comes in the morning sun
But now they all know, they all know, they all know,
He is the only one.

He’s got wings made from their backs and
He’s got things waiting out the times of attacks
Oh, the boys are going to take it all the way down.
[They cost line]

Again, he’s got decorations on his hips
Got decorations on his hips
Oh, the boys are going to take it all the way down.
[They cost line]

Again,
He’s got strings made from Baghdad and
He’s got strings’ wings made out of rocks
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy

Bum bum

Hold it down!
They wouldn’t let them down
You, you wouldn’t let them down
You, you wouldn’t let us down
They wouldn’t let us down
I knew you wouldn’t let us down
I knew you wouldn’t let us down
You, you wouldn’t let us down
You, you wouldn’t let us down
You, you wouldn’t let us down
You, you wouldn’t let us down
I knew you wouldn’t let us down
I knew you wouldn’t let us down
I knew you wouldn’t let us down
I knew you wouldn’t let us down

I knew you wouldn’t let us down
You, you wouldn’t let us down
I knew you wouldn’t let us down
You, you wouldn’t let us down.


You are a Runner

[I] Said, “How can you live if you
never lived underground?”
Said, “How can you live if you
never lived underground?”

“Well I’m a hero early in the morning;
I’m not a hero in the evening light.
But I’m a hero early in the morning;
I ain’t a hero by the evening light.”

“Sing it low, sing it low, sing it low,
sing it low, sing it low, sing it low,
sing it low, sing it low, sing it low.”

“You’re a runner, baby, you’re a runner,
A runner wild and a runner steep.
You’re a runner, baby, you’re a runner,
A runner wild and a runner steep.”

“Sing it low, sing it low, sing it low,
sing it low, sing it low, sing it low,
sing it low, sing it low, sing it low.”

“We talk a lot but we don’t read any books, we can’t hustle about, we can’t make any family. We talk a lot about too many books in the kitchen, but we ain’t cooking.”


The Mending Of The Gown

He made an enemy then he made an enemy of all of you
It’s him, not you
You never heard it from me
But there’s a breech in the hull
Where the truth and the water’s too deep to prove
He made an enemy then
He made an enemy of all of you
It’s him, not you
It’s a little red sea
Let the miracle worker go free
See the paddle go up and the paddle go down
And a man falls in the sea

He was a man of many nations
Had a hundred souls and a hundred to go
He was a man of many nations
Two hearts, two hands, it’s a slippery slope
He had a fear of being naked
But you’re any other man in another man’s clothes
He was a man of many nations
With revelations, oh revelations
He wrote a book about the Bible
He wrote a book about men in the sky
He wrote a book about the smell of the winter
And then two… A little less simple to decipher
Saying “I am the water at the foot of the palms,
Or I am sand and wind, and a shitty mirage,
But either way, I’m a man of many nations!”

Was it the mending of the gown, or the running it around?

She had a name, she had a spirit
She had a line in the play if you waited to hear it
But a master of disguises…
Her demise was her design, they said
“Was it the mending of the gown or the running it around?”
She said: “My name and my spirit are both corrupted
If you hold me close you gotta hold me up!
It was the tender meaning of this slender gown
That brought me bending to the ground
Now you’ll wear any old thing, oh you’ll wear any old thing”
So she wrapped herself in swaddling
That the fever deviated to a broken wing
“It’s an act, I think she’s just pretending”
Burn the virgin flags and I will shake
As the heat waves in the sand
This one’s for Maggie
This one’s for Sam
Or any other random spirit lover
Busted
I have lusted after you
The way bloodsuckers do

Was it the mending of the gown,
Or the running it around?

It was the tender mending of this slender gown
That brought me bending to the ground
But this ship was built to go down
See the paddle go up and the paddle go down


Magic Vs. Midas

Would you say that you wish you were worse than you are?
See you made up a list of your luckiest stars
And you made me familiar to you in the dark
When you said that you wish you were worse than you are

Hey you with the gold
Which you keep (or which keeps you) in place
Do you recoil from its jail house green and copper taste?
Or do you love to dance
With it hanging like some hula dress
So lightly off your waste?
Was it magic or Midas that touched you?
And by magic I mean trickery and by Midas I mean faith

But the sister speaks of trickery!
Is your work the work of the Midas touch?
Do you close your eyes while you’re dancing the same way
You close your eyes in your lover’s clutches?
“How dare I speak of trickery
I am not bestowed with the Midas touch
I don’t close my eyes while I’m dancing
The same way I close my eyes in my lover’s clutches”
How dare I speak of trickery
When the wild things in me are pulling their sham
You can follow the lead of the jackal to see where I am
You can follow the lead of the jackal
Who waits for the kill to be made by a mightier hand
And you made up a list of your luckiest stars
And you made me familiar to you in the dark

You made up a list of your luckiest stars
And you made me familiar to you in the dark
You made me familiar to you in the dark
And you said that you wish you were worse than you are

You made up a list of your luckiest stars
And you made me familiar to you in the dark
And you made me familiar to you in the dark
When you said that you wish you were worse than you are
Could I follow the lead of the jackal to see where you are?

(Enter melodramatic sing-sighs)


Up On Your Leopard, Upon The End Of Your Feral Days

You’re the one who ran in the wild because you’re the one the wild called
You’re the one who followed the child to save the sun from how it falls
You’re the one who had knives set aside for the throats of hunters
But they tricked you with a trinket and a name
I’m the one who sat at your capture and I’m the one who whispered low
“That’s the one who followed the child to save the sun and look It’s starting to snow”

Now you’re the one who’s riding around on a leopard
You’re the one who’s throwing the shit in the air
You’re the one whose wild hide will weather in the weathering days
To a leather made for princes
To lay their princely heads of hair
Upon the end of your feral days

You’re the one who ran in the wild a virgin to a name
You’re the one who lived off a forsaken land
I’m the one who sat at your capture and let the snow fall
On this whispering rapture
And you’re the one who’s kissing your captor’s hands
Well shit,
I know we’re all growing old
And where there’s a will there’s a way
So, way to go
But say goodbye to your feral days

Because you’re the one who’s riding around on a leopard
You’re the one who’s throwing dead birds in the air
(And they will stay dead there)
You’re the one whose wild hide will weather in the weathering days
To a leather made soft
So princes can lay down their princely white heads of hair

So say goodbye to your feral days
Your highness is holding your chains


The Courtesan Has Sung

The courtesan has sung
And Nadia says the crowd’s too young
And Amber says she hates guitar

Think of the scene where a washed up actor
Wipes the make-up off his wife and says
“Morticians must’ve took you for a whore”

The courtesan

A stranger finds you in your home
Says “Brother, your work’s got no soul”
You say “Brother, bite your tongue, it is my soul
That you have won”

The courtesan

And when she showed him all her paintings he said
“Let’s do something racy”
Took the bottle from his pocket, it was vodka again

The courtesan

Five actors have arrives
They are good looking but they’re hungry
They start cooking with the trash found on the safety of the stage
And you see a crowd is forming
But the winged things are swarming
Yelling “Stop! It’s fucking poison!”
But the deaf
They hear no warnings

Think of the scene where a washed up actor
Wipes the make-up off his wife and says
“Morticians must’ve took you for a whore”
Oh morticians must’ve took you for a whore
Oh love I’m sorry that they took you for a whore
And I am sorry if you took me for a whore
But if you’re sorry that you took me for a whore
Then I’m sorry that I took you for morticians


Winged/Wicked Things

I say it’s just smoke
You say it’s the hair of ghosts
So I say it’s the white hair of Poseidon
Ebbing in the tide in some dead sea
So you say it’s some shroud of Turin
And the sun wore it white and the Earth wore it thin
Or the son wore it white and his faith wore it thin

Unraveling heavenward
It’s saddled to tiny birds
Or other such winged things
Either way they are struggling
Either way they are miniature
Either way they’re invisible
But either way they’re confused as hell would have them
And the pattern of flight is chaotic and blind
But it’s right because chaos is yours and it’s mine
And chaos is luck, and luck: Love, and love: Blind
(So) Ba da da
The pattern of flight is chaotic and blind
But it’s right because chaos is yours
And chaos is mine mine mine mine
And chaos is love and they say “Love is blind”

But they’re subject to hating us, just like the rest of us
But just like the best of us
They need the rest of us to stay alive
So that’s not where confusion lies
That’s not where an allusion to the fact that the truth
Is just smoke in your eyes does lie
No
Confusion lies in which other wicked thing to lie with
And if chaos is yours then chaos is mine
And chaos is love and they say “Love is blind”
So I say oh, I see now, it’s just smoke


Colt Stands Up, Grows Horns

I followed the trail you left in the snow
Picked up your footsteps and made them my own
One-thousand and one, one-thousand and two
Oh, the gravity of you
You gave me an idol when you gave me these idle hands
And you twist up the land until the snow turns to sand
And I can’t find the trail back home


Stallion

Stallion, step away
Saddle up the width of an age
I am good where I am I am good where I am
Stallion

Wrote off stay gold from the list I hold, then I
Wrote off all gold from the list you hold
I’ll be the grave with no name on the stone
Stallion

Fight for your right to hate the night
Children singing like a choir with no taste for the wine
And the time-minding dawn when the chiding eye
Falls upon you
First fall of light on the counterfeit ring
Likens other things
Some unknown glittering
The balancing of riding and steed can’t be upon you

Stallion, step away
Saddle up the width of an age
I am good where I am I am good where I am
But my God where I am oh my God where I am,
And you,
You had a lot of flexing two muscles on the stage
Now step away, step, step away
Saddle up the width of an age
Rode off, the prospect of gold in my wake
Stallion, step away
The fluttering of wings in the trees can’t be upon you


For The Pier (And Dead Shimmering)

I pushed off the pier
Infinity ran cold
And filled up my ears
There’s the weapon you hold
There’s the thing that you hold it to
And the thing you hold dear

Oh the speed of a year
It runs the wood dry
And water unclear
There’s the thing you hold high
And then there’s the thing that you hold it to
And the thing you hold dear

I will be an enemy
To men seen in the light
Do you think it’s alright?
Yes, I think it’s alright

If you make the waves the sun makes the rays
The speed of the light can be trusted to prey
To prey on the fools that pushed off your pier
The whirling of pools runs clear

So I’ll be out till the shimmering dies
I’ll be out till the shimmering dies
It’s the wringing out the predatory nature of the sky
And the ringing sound it makes
When it’s burning out your eyes
It’s alright, it’s alright
It’s the speed of the light
It’s the speed of a year
It’s the weapon you hold
And the thing you hold dear
Oh my dear oh my dear
It’s infinity’s time to shine out here

If you make the waves the sun makes the rays
The speed of the light can be trusted to prey
To prey on the fools that pushed off your piers
The whirling of pools runs clear
Da da da dad um
The rocking of boats and the making of mirrors
The whirling of pools running clear

I hear them say “Put the weapon away”
It’s the thing that you know and my taking it away, I know
But I’ll find a way to let the dear thing go


The Taming Of The Hands That Came Back To Life

I am embracing the cold rushing in
Like ice to a diamond
It’s a new kind of rough you can find me in

When the sail starts flapping in the wind
I say cool. That looks cool.
Now do you think the 2nd movement has too many violins?

Don’t get too close
You’ll detect in the west coast air in my chest
And the way I hold it in there
It’s the taming of the hands that came back to life
When she synchronized swam on the ice in 03
Oh, but enough about me

Will you live in the physical world?

And though explosions make debris
And catching it kind of suits you
It doesn’t suit me
She said: My sails are flapping in the wind
I said: Can I use that in a song?
She said: I mean, The end begins
I said: I know, can I use that too?

Will you live in the physical world?
With the sun setting low and the shadows unfurled
Can you live with the way they make you look unreal?


Setting Vs. Rising

How you gonna sing a song that runs
From the mouth of where the singing comes
From the mouth of where the song is sung
Do you call a setting sun a sun rising?

How you gonna get the soil and the glory
When you want to be a harvester of light
But the soil only turns under the moon’s shitty story?

There may be churches burning down next year
If I’m a city then my citizens will pass no pails along
There may be temples of temptation to take refuge in my dear
If I’m a city then my citizens will cast a vote

As to:
Where you pray Vs. What you’re praying for
What/who you love Vs. What you bow before
Where you beg and what you’re begging for


Trumpet, Trumpet, Toot! Toot!

You gotta memorize all the lines, and Brother
Thespian, you’ll be fine
You gotta define your breath in beats
With a graduation pen
Use mind
Stage left: Enter Maggie, looking hurried,
She has a parcel in her arms
Were you the leopard or the virgin,
Or the child in a grown man’s beard
Worn out of place and hanging off his face
By the time the audience cheered?

You were feeling pretty cocky on the day
You became an actor
I know the thing I shouldn’t say
So I’ll leave it at this:
I hope you get what you’re after
And if when you’re out you see the hundredth rose
Fallfrom the sky
Brother, stick that thing in the ground and
Say a heartfelt prayer for your safe arrival

I’d like to think that the actors never banded
I’d like to throw this trumpet down and go empty handed
The part of the virgin has been taken
So let me throw this trumpet down and go empty handed
If you’re the virgin I’m the stand-in

I’d like to think the actors never banded
I’d like to throw this trumpet down and go empty handed
And go Da da da-da da


Child-Heart Losers

There’s a child-heart in the child
There’s a child-heart in the child
There’s a child-heart living wild, oh
La la la la la
Fire makes it go
You were pretty before you knew
You were pretty before you knew
You were pretty before you knew it, oh
La la la la la
Now fire makes you go
All a diamond is is good timing
All a diamond is is good timing
All good diamonds are uncut diamonds, oh
La la la la la
Fire makes them so cold to the eye
Who lets that take place?
And where’d you learn to stage dive with such grace?
Indescribable face
What do you stay beautiful for?
Don’t you worry about the floor?
And why so many many many many many violins?


Silver Moons

Confetti floats away like dead leaves in the wagon’s wake.
There were parties here in my honor until you sent me away.
Now silver moons belong to you.
Passing the baton from the old mare to the fawn –
it was out of line but it was fun –
and didn’t you love the part right before the dawn?
But now silver moons belong to you.

I’m off to the ballet,
and to practice all these ancient ways.
Tell the new kids where I hid the wine,
tell their fathers that I’m on my way, and say
“Hey, maybe these days are over now…”
And I loved it better than anyone else, you know.

I believe in growing old with grace.
I believe she only loved my face.
I believe I acted like a child making faces at acquired tastes.
And now silver moons belong to you…

Gone are the days bonfires make me think of you.
Looks like the prophecy came true:
You are a fallen tree. He is a fallen tree.
“How old are you?” “No, how old are you?”

Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear
there’s an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square.
Over are the days that the congas made your hair
sway around to the cadence of your ‘hey-oh-hey-oh’ cheer…

Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear
you sway around to the cadence of your voice when you sang there.


Idiot Heart

Stay away from open windows,
and put the telephone down.
Can you run as fast as this house will fall
when the alarm bell sounds?
No, I was never much of a dancer,
but I know enough to know you’ve got to move
your idiot body around,
and that you can’t settle down
until the idiot in your blood settles down.

So move around…

If I found you in this city called Paradise,
I’d say, “I love you, but I hate this city, and I’m no prize.”
You want to walk around like you own the joint,
the way that Icarus thought he might own the sky.
I say, “You can’t settle down
until the Icarus in your blood, in your blood, drowns…

And if I was a horse, I would throw up the reins if I was you.”

But look at you go (into the fire-star). Look at you go (you are a meteor). Look at you go…

And you know your heart,
and you know your heart…
but it’s an idiot heart.
And you know your heart,
and you know your heart…
but you can’t settle down.
No, you can’t settle down.
So just move around…

I hope that you died
in a decent pair of shoes,
you’ve hot a lot of long walking to do,
where you’re going to…


Apollo and the Buffalo and Anna Anna Anna Oh!

The buffalo have given up on the world.
And Apollo? Apollo is kissing all the valley girls.
We climbed up the cross on the mountain on New Year’s Eve:
It was just god, the blizzard, the dream-weaver and me.

My god I miss the way we used to be.
Here’s a photograph for you to hold.
It’s my picture right before I got old.
It’s a picture of a buffalo
that we rode into extinction.
That was the crime we committed in the night…

Apollo, I heard your sister is equated with the moon,
but I think your sister is just another run-around Sue.
And where have you been, Erato?
Because it’s been a long time since we sat around the willow tree fire,
where Anna played guitar and the rest of us fell in love.
That was back before she changed her name.
Will we ever find our way into Cassandra’s gaze again?

Like the days before Anna changed her name?
Here’s a photograph for you to hold…
It’s a picture of the prize, you hunter…

Anna, Anna, Anna, Oh! Why’d you change your name?


Black Swan

There was a black swan outside the palace –
it was appointed by the king.
People took it as a sign that he needed more time, but you said,
“I ain’t afraid of no blackbird.”

There was a rumor of a ghost in the bedroom –
hanging in and around the bed –
but by the time the moon rose,
you has taken off your clothes
and had the pillow under your head.

There was the face you saw above you
in the fever of a hot black dream,
but it was made out of paper and glue,
and you were hoping for something a little more realistic.
You were hoping for the head of the queen.

My heart is a kingdom
where the king is a heart,
and my heart is king…
My heart is a kingdom
where the king is a heart,
and my heart is king,
the king of hearts.

There was the matador who said he would have you,
if you could only give it up and walk away.
He has carved out an avenue for you,
from the palace to the palisades.
But now it’s half destroyed,
and you are half destroyed.
I see you running down a washed out road.
I see you running between the dream and the void.

There was a rumor of a ghost in the bedroom –
hanging in and around the bed –
but by the time the moon rose,
you has taken off your clothes
and had the pillow under your head.
You got mascara all of the bed sheets!
You got mascara all over your clothes!
You got mascara making broken-hearted shapes on your face,
and you have yet to see the ghost.


Paper Lace

I heard you’re suffering.
Come be a wild thing.
Come run with Jackie,
me, and this lady.

The stupid house you made
fell away like paper lace.
Come run with Jackie,
me, and this lady.

And when you’re done
crying to everyone
you can go back to your good home.
She will be tired, but she’ll be glad,
when you go back to your good home.

Paper burns and paper fades.
Paper crumples into ugly shapes.
Come run with Jackie,
me, and this lady.

And when you’re done
crying to everyone
you can go back to your good home…
And when she’s done dancing with everyone
she will go back to your good home.
She will be tired from loving everyone,
but she’ll be glad that you’re back home.

But for now,
until you’re home,
you ride with us.
There was no way you could have known
about the things she didn’t know she couldn’t trust.
Oh, sanctuary…
Oh, what’s in the world?
What’s in the hearts of pretty girls?
There’s nothing left inside the room you filled with lion skins and laurels.
Those were good ideas, but they weren’t diamonds and pearls.


You Go On Ahead (Trumpet Trumpet II)

You go on ahead for a while.
I would like to follow you a while….

I would like to just follow you a while.
I’d like to watch the white flash of your heels
as they take turns breaking the desert heat,
to beckon me in languages I’ve never learned.
I’d like to have you navigate to hills where no musicians live,
and on the way decide what ‘bendings’ of your will you’re willing to forgive.

And I’d like to think the actors never banded.
I’d like to throw this trumpet down and go on empty handed.
I’d like to think I am not one of them, but I know I am,
so I’d like to just follow you a while.

When me and the boys were out we killed a thousand butterflies,
so I put their wings into my mouth and said a prayer for our safe arrival.
Then a big black car crossed our path,
and I wondered whether or not that shit was empty.

See the sirens and the lizards
flick their tongues behind the stage.
See the actor keep a ritual
to keep them all at bay.
He would like to come home naked
without war paint on his face,
and appear before you virgin white
if virgins are still chaste.

So wait, you’ve got to wait…
you’ve got to wait for me.
I’ll appear before you virgin white
if virgins are still chaste,
then I’d like to just follow you a while.

And if there are two eyes in my head,
there are four seasons in a year,
and reflections on the water
of a burning yellow sphere.
And the days add up to weeks,
add up to months,
and add up, and add up… to years.

And if reflections on the water
sometimes look like burning tears,
we can watch them changing shape
without pushing off the pier.


Nightingale/December Song

So let me hammer this point home:
I see us all as lonely fires
that have burned alive as long as we remember.
But like all fireworks and all sunsets,
we all burn in different ways:
You are a fast explosion, and I am the embers.

And though your flames are quick and mean,
they will not last the year,
but expire like a sudden falling star,
that only nightingales had seen,
before migrating to southern jungles.
And in this way you will come find me in December.

He said he’d like to move to Nashville
to master the guitar,
where he would live a single day the way I live a single year.
He covered his body in mud,
went hunting for the sun,
and then went swimming in a lake of holy water.

You are too hot for me.
I am too slow for you.
You are a fast explosion and I am the embers.
You need the one who slowly burns,
and burns to stay alive.
In this way you will come find me in December

So let me hammer this point home:
I see us all as lonely fires
that have burned alive as long as we remember.
But like all sacrificial virgins,
we all burn in different ways:
You are a fast explosion,
and I am the embers.
And though your flames are quick and mean,
they will not last the year,
but expire like a sudden shooting star,
that only nightingales had seen,
before transforming into bluebirds.
And in this way you will come find me in December.


Dragon’s Lair

I’m sorry that I’m late.
I went blind.
I got confetti in my eyes.
I was held up at yesterday’s parties.
I was needed on the Congo line.

But my dear, oh, my dear,
I’d like to fight the good fight for another couple of years.
Because to say the war is over is to say you are a widow.
And you’re not a widow yet…

So this one’s for the critics and their disappointed mothers,
and for the cupid and the hunter shooting arrows at each other:
Ain’t no such thing as a saint, ain’t no such thing as a sinner.

But there’s a swan among the pigeons of Barcelona’s floor.
There’s a Samson with Delilahs lining up outside the door.
If you are sharpening your scissors,
I am sharpening my scissors,
and I am sharpening my sword.
So you can take me to the dragon’s lair,
or you can take me to Rapunzel’s windowsill.
Either way it is time for a bigger kind of kill.

I see your face when I close my eyes.
I see the muscles in your legs from the way you always rise
to the occasion of catching things that fall,
like the statuettes on pedestals I tend to build to tall.

But I have navigated Iceland,
I laid my claim on Portugal,
and I have seen into the wasteland
of the future of us all.

And I kicked up a whole country of dead, dead leaves last fall…

Seen from the back of a train
I rode away from your station,
they drifted in the air
like memoirs of old conversations,
sprung from a leather case you opened in the wind,
to watch the papers chase each other into oblivion.

You’re such a champion.
I hide behind your sun.
You are the champion…

So you can take me to the dragon’s lair,
or you can take me to Rapunzel’s windowsill.
Either way it is time for a bigger kind of kill…