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Good morning little god
I see you've come for me again
With a noose between your teeth
You are not my friend
Pouring little cups of tea
Humming a little tune
You sit across from me
And fill my little room
Little god
Smoke is in the air
From your little cigarettte
You tell me to throw the fight
Go and place your little bet
Shake, little god-
Shake your little fists
All the strippers think you're odd
But you leave the biggest tips
Little god
Where oh where did I leave myself today
On the bed, on the chair
Did I send myself away
On a sleepy afternoon
Will I be returning soon
Laugh your little laugh
Stomp your little feet
They sulk behind your back,
All the people that you meet
They say time is running out
And you don't know what to do
And I hear them talk about
Another place without ??
Little god
Little god
Little god
Little god
Little god
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I went back to Boston
Back to the city you're lost in
I went back to the place without you, facing the stone
Walked around Harvard Square
The runaway kids are still hanging out there
And I took the red line all the way
Across the River Charles
Some things try and try
And they never fly
And they never fly
You reach up from the waves
And find that you're only waving goodbye
Went walking in Boston
Over a bridge I used to walk on
I was looking for my heart
That I'd flung into that sea of stone, stone
Boston said you need not apply
For your license to fly
Hey young lady don't be so surprised
You know you're not alone
Some things try and try
And they never fly
And they never fly
You reach up from the waves
And find that you're only waving goodbye
It was Memorial Day
I went to where you lay
There were thousands of people
Just like you in a giant graveyard
You came all that way
Looking for the sky
And got a slap in the face
You had a desperate need to be loved
You just got put in that place
You better know your place, boy
Some things try and try
And they never fly
And they never fly
You reach up from the waves
And find that you're only waving goodbye
Only waving
You're only waving
You're only waving
You're only waving goodbye
Goodbye
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Heaped from a snowy white mountain
Slipped down a snowy white hill
Came from a water fountain
Water was sweet until
Sunshine on a shiny ocean
Sunshine on a shiny bay
I opened a tiny shutter and
Sunshine blowing me away
And I don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing about
Perfect white girls that wear gold and
I'm very busy
I'm very very busy baby
I'm very very busy becoming invisible
Why would you want
Why would you want to disappear
School is a women
Ask any woman that's sitting here
And I don't a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing about
Perfect white girls that wear gold and
If you kiss their asses long enough
They might let you kiss their asses
If you kiss their asses long enough
They might let you kiss their asses
So here I come in a river my hips
Here I come with my big red lips
Hidden now a newfound friend
Cause I'm never going back again
And I don't a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Know a thing
La la la la la la la...
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You don't like the sound of the truth
Coming from my mouth
You say that I like the proof
Baby that might be so
I might get to the end of my life
Find out everyone was lying
Look like you are not afraid anymore
I say that I would rather die trying
Oh swing me way down south
Sing me something brave from your mouth
And I'll bring you pearls of water on my hips
And the love in my lips
All the love in my lips
This time when I swung the bat
And I found myself laying flat
I wondered
What a way to spend a dime
What a way to use the time
Aint it baby?
Now I looked at our reflections
In the window walking past
And I saw a stranger
I think we're just so scared all the time
That's the main reason why
The world is so dangerous
Oh swing me way down south
Sing me something brave from your mouth
And I'll bring you pearls of water on my hips
And the love in my lips
All the love in my lips
You don't like the sound of the truth
Coming from my mouth
You say that I like the proof
Baby that might be so
Tell what's wrong with having a little faith
In what you're feelin in your heart
Why must we be so afraid
And always so far apart
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All the ladies, on the lake they start to dance
It's been a long time, don't you wish you had the chance
What do you wish you were?
Do you wish you were the silence on the moon?
Nobody knows but maybe you will be soon
I used to think the sidewalk was the way
Always waiting for my lucky day
Over and over every patch of gray
One day inside me I was lucky anyway...
What do you wish you were?
Do you wish you were the light of every star?
Nobody knows but, maybe that's just what you are
All night count all the singing stars
Alright is where you want to know you are
What do you wish you were?
Do you wish you were the light of every star?
Nobody knows.. but maybe that's just what you are
Nobody knows.. but maybe that's just what you are
Nobody knows.. but maybe that's just what you are
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Silver bell
Silver bell
Yeah that's the name of the old motel
You were traveling when they fell
Down on a bed at the silver bell
How you been
I'm doing well
I hear you're digging a hole to hell
How you been
I'm doing well
Meet me tonight at the silver bell
I hate to tell you baby,
This is home
The wallpaper is
A color called sea foam
Pull down the shades a little and you've
Got yourself a prison cell
Every night the wicked wait
Down at the silver bell
Silver bell
yeah that's the name of the old motel
I did a stupid thing
I even tried
Feels like a hundred bees are
Stinging me from the inside
Don't know just what to do
Don't know just who to tell
So I'm telling you to meet me
Tonight down at the silver bell
Silver bell
Yeah that's the name of the old hotel
I hate to tell you baby,
This is home
The wallpaper is
A color called sea foam
Pull down the shades a little and you've
Got yourself a prison cell
Every night the wicked wait
Down at the silver bell
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Driving and driving
Thinking about you
Keep the car in the lines
What else would I do
I look straight ahead
Lock all of my doors
So tired of driving
Don't wanna drive no more
Driving and driving
Fast forward rewind
Every morning and night
Every day of my life
Thinking about you
Hugging that curb
I think of jumping the skyway
But I don't have the nerve
I don't have the nerve
Oh by the way, did I tell you what you do to me
One way or another if gets me home
Driving and driving
There's nothing on the radio
There's an accident ahead
Everyone is moving slow
Police cars everywhere
There's an ambulance too
It looks pretty bad
As I make my way through
And I creep past the wreck and I think about you
I got a pain in my neck and I think about you
I got a tape in my deck and its broken in two
IЈl driving and driving
Driving and driving
Oh by the way, did I tell you what you do to me
One way or another it gets me home
Oh by the way, did I tell you what you do to me
One way or another it gets me home
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Sometimes you fly so high
You really need to fall
You think you wanna die
You need to cry alone (?)
You don't feel anything
No sorrow no danger nothing
Someone was asking you
Where do you wanna go
You didn't seem to care
You didn't seem to know
You never ask for much
just wanna feel the touch and the chill
Sooner or later, Sooner or later you will
Sooner or later, Sooner or later you will
Sooner or later, Sooner or later you will
The snow is coming down
Outside the motel walls
You feel a little chill
You need to cry is all (?)
The night is moving slow
And you're just so tired, I know
So be still
Baby be still
Oh yeah
Sooner or later, Sooner or later you will
Sooner or later, Sooner or later you will
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I wished I was smarter
Wished I was stronger
I wished I loved Jesus
The way the my wife does
I wished it'd been easier
Instead of any longer
I wished I could've stood
Where you would've been proud
That won't happen now
That won't happen now
There's a whole lot of singing
That's never gonna be heard
Disappearing every day
Without so much as a word
Somehow
I think I broke the wings
Off that little songbird
And she's never gonna fly
To the top of the world Now
To the top of the world
I don't have to answer
Any of these questions
Don't have no god to
Teach me no lessons
I come home in the evening
Sit in my chair
One night they called me for supper
But I never got up
I stayed right there
In my chair
There's a whole lot of singing
That's never gonna be heard
Disappearing every day
Without so much as a word
Somehow
I think I broke the wings
Off a little songbird
And she's never gonna fly
To the top of the world
Now
To the top of the world
I wished I'd had known you
Wished I had shown you
All of the things I
Was on the side
But I'd pretend to be sleeping
When you'd come in in the morning
To whisper goodbye
Go work in the rain
I don't know why
Don't know why
Cause everyone's singing
We just wanna be heard
Disappearing every day
Without so much as a word
Somehow?
Gonna grab a hold
Of that little songbird
And take her for a ride
To the top of the world
Right now
To the top of the world
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You used to make me so mad
Make me so mad
I was almost glad why you make me so mad
And if I wasn't still mad
Probably feel sad
Sorry for you
So sorry and sad
Nothing was ever free
But you still had me
You didn't want, evidently
And if there was no trace
Of anything real
Would you feel safe enough to feel?
Sad, sorry and sad
Think it's disappointment, boy
The only friend you ever had
Was that you never got famous
Makes a good distraction
In case you start to feel bad about your
Undiscovered genius
Makin' everyone so mad
You used to make me so mad
Make me so mad
I was almost glad why you make me so mad
I really don't have time
Believe that I had
Swallow the pill
Of your bitter end
Sad, sorry and sad
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It's not far
I can walk
Down the block
To TableTalk
Close my eyes
Make the pies all day
Plastic a cap
On my hair
I used to mind
Now I don't care
I used to mind
Now I don't care
Cause I'm gray
Did I show you this picture of my nephew
Taken at his big birthday surprise
At my sister's house last Sunday
This is Monday and I'm making pies
I'm making pies
Making pies
Pies
Thursday nights
I go and type
Down at the church
For Father Mike
It gets me out
And he ain't hard to like
At all
Jesus stares at me
In my chair
With his big blue eyes
And his honey brown hair
And he's looking at me
Way up there
On the wall
Did I show you this picture of my sweetheart
Taken of us before the war
Of the Greek and his Italian girl
One Sunday at the shore
We tied our ribbons to the fire escape
They were taken by the birds
Who flew home to the country
As the bombs rained on the world
5am
Here I am
Walking the block
To TableTalk
You could cry or die
Or just make pies all day
I'm making pies
Making pies
Making pies
Making pies
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All you kids get out the back door
I've never seen her this bad before
She took all her favorite things down from the window
and broke 'em all over her clean floor
It's Saturday at the mansion
The oldest boy walks with a slouch
The young ones are wild in back of the house
and she gave up and went back to sleep on the couch
Something as simple as boys and girls
gets tossed all around and then lost in the world
Something as hard as a prayer on your back
can wait a long time for an answer
When I was little I'd stare at her picture
and talk to the mother of God
I swear sometimes I'd see her lips move
like she was trying to say something to me
When I was eighteen I moved to Florida,
like everyone sick of the cold does,
and I waited on old people waiting to die
I waited on them until I was
Something as simple as boys and girls
gets tossed all around and then lost in the world
Something as hard as a prayer on your back
can wait a long time for an answer
So I'm wearing my footsteps into this floor
One day I won't live here anymore
Someone will wonder who lived here before
and went on their way
I live too many miles from the ocean
and I'm getting older and odd
I get up every morning with a black cup of coffee
and I talk to the mother of God
Something as simple as boys and girls
gets tossed all around and then lost in the world
Something as hard as a prayer on your back
can wait a long time for an answer...
can wait a long time for an answer
Maybe … it's alright.
Maybe we won't fight anymore.
Maybe love is waiting at the end of every room.
I don't know.
I don't know.
But maybe … maybe it's al……….right.(or maybe is al……….right).
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I took off my iron smile
Because I found it weighed me down
Tomorrow when the world wakes up
I'll be in another town
You don't know what you want
At this moment you think it's me so you
Move your hand across my knee
Turn me into some novelty
Yes I'm one more girl on the stage
Just one more ass that got stuffed in some jeans
Just one more day that you don't find true love
No, you don't know what it means
Did you ever take the time to
Think about who I might be
Where I've been or
What I'm thinking or
Who I love or what I see
One more girl on the road that
You might pass on your way home
Someone's sister, someone's wife or
Just some bitch who's probably
Got no life and yes I'm
One more girl on the stage
Just one more ass that got stuffed into jeans
Just one more day that you don't find true love
No, you don't know what it means
One day we'll be a pile of ashes
For the best of time, it passes
So take your hand off my knee
Do you know what it means to be
One more girl on the stage
Just one more ass that got stuffed in some jeans
Just one more day that you don't find true love
No, you don't know what it means
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I'm standing in the shadow of the hill
I'm standing in the shadow of the hill
Feel the fear everywhere
Hope it don't get me killed
I'm standing in the shadow of the hill
I'm standing in the shadow walking blind
I've been unfair & unkind
Turned away from your suffering far too many times
Now I'm standing in the shadow walking blind
Sister, brother, there's a fire on the hill
And it's burning like a lantern
Making all this time stand still
I'm standing, I'm standing, I'm standing
I'm standing, standing, standing
Mother, I am weak but I am strong
Standing in the darkness this long
But in the deepest darkness I listen to your song
Mother I am weak but I am strong
I'm standing, and I'm standing, I'm standing
I'm standing, standing, standing, I'm standing
Standing in the shadow of the hill
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