One Song

[Doug]

It gets loneliest at night.

Down at the liquor store.

Beneath the neon sky.

Our moonlight.

Six A.M., the floor comes alive with lice.

The pan's dried up so tight.

With hardened beans.

We're hungry.

So I lean on you sometimes.

Just to see you're still there.

Your feet can't take the weight of one.

Much less two.

We hit concrete.

 

How were we born into this mess?

I know I painted you a prettier picture, baby.

But we were run out on a rail.

Fell from the wagon to the night train.

 

I kissed the bottle.

I should've been kissing you.

You wake up to an empty night.

With tears for two.

 

Cigarettes they fill the gaps.

In our empty days.

In our broken teeth.

We're jonesing.

Say mister, can you spare a dime?

Some change could make a change.

Could buy some time.

Some freedom.

Or an ear to hear my story.

It's all I've got. My fiction

beats the hell out of my truth.

A palm upturned burnt blue.

Don't call it sunburn.

 

You've been shaking on the job.

Just one drink ahead of your past.

There's a white light coming up.

You draw the blinds hoping it'll pass.

 

I kissed the bottle.

should've been kissing you.

You wake up to an empty night.

With tears for two.

 

I kissed the bottle.

I should've been kissing you.

You wake up to an empty night.

With tears for two.

 

I kissed the bottle.

I should've been kissing you.

You wake up to an empty night.

With tears for two.

[yermom]

Get out your measuring cups and we'll play a new game

Come to the front of the class and we'll measure your brain

We'll give you a complex and we'll give it a name

 

Get out your measuring cups and we'll play a new game

Can't have the cream when the crop and the cream are the same

Liquid or gas no more than the glass will contain

 

When you talk about the hand of glory

A tale that's rather grim and gory

Is it just another children's story that's been de-clawed?

When the tales of brothers Grimm and Gorey have been outlawed

 

I think they're gonna make you start over

You don't want to start over

Put your backpack on your shoulder

Be the good little soldier

Take your places now

'Cause we're all predisposed

 

Measuring cups, play a new game

Front of the class, measure your brain

Give you a complex and we'll give it a name

 

When you talk about the hand of glory

A tale that's rather grim and gory

Is it just another children's story that's been de-clawed?

When the tales of brothers Grimm and Gorey have been outlawed

 

Put your backpack on your shoulder

Be the good little soldier

It's no different when your older

You're predisposed

That's all for questions now

The case is closed!

[Jesusetc84]

"The Moon" by The Microphones

from the album The Glow, Part 2 (2001, K Records)

 

 

I drove up to the city at night and found the place

Where you grew up and then where you stayed

And we walked around and stayed up late under city lights

I spent the night, next to you in the house where you grew up

Next to you I miraculously woke up

In your parents' house I laid in bed with you

 

I went back to feel alone there

I went back to wipe it clean

 

I took the lights and radio towers out of my dreams

And we went all the way up to the small town where I'm from

With foggy air and the wind and the mountain top

And we clung to rocks and looked off and you held my hand

You almost got to start feeling me

I finally felt like I was breathing free

Under swaying trees we fell asleep and we had the same dream

The stars were bright, we dream the same every night

On my island home I spent some time with you

 

I went back to feel alone there

I went back there by myself

I gave up on everything that we'd felt

 

We found a precious place in the sand right out in the wind

And we laid under a blanket and heard the furious sound

The roar of waves, the pounding surf, two bodies on the earth

It was intense just getting to be there next to you

And you trying to get me then, and I was happy to let you in

 

I went back and wished I hadn't

I went back and felt regret

I went to the beach and I stared west

 

Every night when the sun went down in the town where we lived

The empty streets were lit up by reflected light from a distant sun

Bouncing off a glowing ball of rock and we just laid on the roof

And watched the moon, the moon, the blue light of the moon

We didn't talk and silently we both felt powerful

And, like the moon, my chest was full because we both knew

We're just floating in space over molten rock

And we felt safe and we discovered that our skin is soft

There's nothing left except certain death

And that was comforting at night out under the moon

 

I went out last night to forget that

I went out and stared it down

But the moon stared back at me

And in it's light I saw my two feet on the ground

[froggie]

John Butler Trio - Better Than

 

[damn catchy tune]

 

 

 

All you want is

What you can't have

And if you just look around man

You see you got magic

So just sit back and relax

Enjoy it while you still have it

Don't look back on life and only see tragic

 

Because you could be better than that

Don't let it get the better of you

What could be better than now

Life's not about what's better than

You can be better than that

Don't let it get the better of you

What could be better than now

Life's not about what's better

 

All the time while you're looking away

There are things you can do man

There's things you can say

To the ones your with

With whom you're spending today

Get your gaze off tomorrow

And come what may

 

Because you could be better than that

Don't let it get the better of you

What could be better than now

Life's not about what's better than

You can be better than that

Don't let it get the better of you

What could be better than now

Life's not about what's better

 

All i know is sometimes things can be hard

But you should know by now

They come and they go

So why, Oh why

Do i look to the other side

Cos i know the grass is greener but

Just as hard to mow

 

Life's not about what's better than

 

All you want is

What you can't have

And if you just look around man

You see you got magic

So just sit back and relax

Enjoy it while you still have it

Don't look back on life and only see tragic

 

Because you could be better than that

Don't let it get the better of you

What could be better than now

Life's not about what's better than

You can be better than that

Don't let it get the better of you

What could be better than now

Life's not about what's better

[PopTodd]

I'm all lost in the supermarket

I can no longer shop happily

I came in here for that special offer

A guaranteed personality

 

I wasnt born so much as I fell out

Nobody seemed to notice me

We had a hedge back home in the suburbs

Over which I never could see

 

I heard the people who lived on the ceiling

Scream and fight most scarily

Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling

Thats how its been all around me

 

Chorus

 

I'm all tuned in, I see all the programmes

I save coupons from packets of tea

I've got my giant hit discoteque album

I empty a bottle and I feel a bit free

 

The kids in the halls and the pipes in the walls

Make me noises for company

Long distance callers make long distance calls

And the silence makes me lonely

 

Chorus

 

And its not here

It disappears

Im all lost

[bsr8j]

The Weakerthans

"Left & Leaving"

 

My city's still breathing (but barely it's true)

through buildings gone missing like teeth.

The sidewalks are watching me think about you,

all sparkled with broken glass.

I'm back with scars to show.

Back with the streets I know

will never take me anywhere but here.

 

The stain in the carpet, this drink in my hand,

the strangers whose faces I know.

We meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say "I wanted it this way"

and wait for the year to drown.

Spring forward, fall back down.

I'm trying not to wonder where you are.

 

All this time

lingers, undefined.

Someone choose

who's left and who's leaving.

 

Memory will rust and erode into lists

of all that you gave me:

a blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest,

the best parts of Lonely,

duct-tape and soldered wires,

new words for old desires,

and every birthday card I threw away.

 

I wait in 4/4 time.

Count yellow highway lines

that you're relying on to lead you home.

[Jesusetc84]

Down on cyprus avenue

With a childlike vision leaping into view

Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe

Ford & fitzroy, madame george

Marching with the soldier boy behind

Hes much older with hat on drinking wine

And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through

The cool night air like shalimar

And outside theyre making all the stops

The kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops

Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops

Happy taken madame george

Thats when you fall

Whoa, thats when you fall

Yeah, thats when you fall

When you fall into a trance

A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance

With your folded arms and history books you glance

Into the eyes of madame george

And you think you found the bag

Youre getting weaker and your knees begin to sag

In the corner playing dominoes in drag

The one and only madame george

And then from outside the frosty window raps

She jumps up and says lord have mercy I think its the cops

And immediately drops everything she gots

Down into the street below

And you know you gotta go

On that train from dublin up to sandy row

Throwing pennies at the bridges down below

And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow

Say goodbye to madame george

Dry your eye for madame george

Wonder why for madame george

And as you leave, the room is filled with music, laughing, music,

Dancing, music all around the room

And all the little boys come around, walking away from it all

So cold

And as youre about to leave

She jumps up and says hey love, you forgot your gloves

And the gloves to love to love the gloves...

To say goodbye to madame george

Dry your eye for madame george

Wonder why for madame george

Dry your eyes for madame george

Say goodbye in the wind and the rain on the back street

In the backstreet, in the back street

Say goodbye to madame george

In the backstreet, in the back street, in the back street

Down home, down home in the back street

Gotta go

Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Dry your eye your eye your eye your eye your eye...

Say goodbye to madame george

And the loves to love to love the love

Say goodbye

Oooooo

Mmmmmmm

Say goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye to madame george

Dry your eye for madame george

Wonder why for madame george

The loves to love the loves to love the loves to love...

Say goodbye, goodbye

Get on the train

Get on the train, the train, the train...

This is the train, this is the train...

Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye....

Get on the train, get on the train...

[froggie]

from Ed Kuepper's latest album.. such a dreamy, hypnotic tune and the album is about the last woman to get hanged in Australia:

 

 

MIRACLES

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

And when I see the sign that

points one way

The light we used to pass by

every day

 

Just walk away Renee,

You won't see me follow you back home

The empty sidewalks on my

block are not the same

You're not to blame

 

From deep inside the tears that

I'm forced to cry

From deep inside the pain I

I chose to hide

 

Just walk away Renee,

You won't see me follow you back home

The empty sidewalks on my

block are not the same

You're not to blame

 

Now as the rain beats down

upon my weary eyes

For me it cries

 

Just walk away Renee,

You won't see me follow you back home

The empty sidewalks on my

block are not the same

You're not to blame

 

Your name and mine inside

a heart upon a wall

Still finds a way to haunt me,

though they're so small

 

Just walk away Renee,

You won't see me follow you back home

The empty sidewalks on my

block are not the same

You're not to blame

[PopTodd]

Uncorrected personality traits that seem whimsical in a child may prove to

be ugly in a fully grown adult.

Lack of involvement with the father, or over-involvement with the mother,

can result in lack of ability to relate to sexual fears, and in homosexual

leanings, narcissism, transexuality (girls from the waist up/men from the

waist down), attempts to be your own love object. Reconcile your parents to

you by becoming both at once!

Even Marilyn Monroe was a man, but this tends to get overlooked by our

mother-fixated, overweight, sexist media.

So:

Uncorrected personality traits that seem whimsical in a child may prove to

be ugly in a fully grown adult.

If you give in to them

Every time they cry

They will become little tyrants

But they won't remember why

Then when they are thwarted

By people in later life

They will become psychotic

And they won't make an ideal husband or wife

The spoiled baby grows into

the escapist teenager who's

the adult alcoholic who's

the middle-aged suicide. (Oy.)

So:

Uncorrected personality traits that seem whimsical in a child may prove to

be ugly in a fully grown adult.

[CortezTheKiller]

3 DIMES DOWN

It was a straight shot

All it took was luck to not get caught

I laid three dimes down and the machine wanted 25 cents

In the back seat her and a friend,

one out the window and the other on the other end

One belt loop away from Sunday night's news

 

If the part about being who he was didn't help Tom get loose,

what's a guy without a T. gonna get? Totally screwed,

while chicken wing puke eats the candy apple red off his Corvette

Three dimes down and 25 cents shy of a slice of the Doublemint twins

Come back baby, Rock and Roll never forgets

 

Mike Cooley / Drive-By Truckers

[Jesusetc84]

"I'm Not There" by Bob Dylan & The Band

 

 

 

Things are crashing down

she's on too tight

in my neighborhood

she cried both day and night

it's a milestone

but she's down on her luck

the days make her so lonely

and it's so hard to buck

now and then

 

I believe that she'd stop him

If she found the time to care

I believe that she may look upon

deciding who's to care

and I go by the road

and yeah she's on my way

but I don't belong there

 

Yeah I don't belong to her

I don't belong to anybody

she's my prize forsaken angel

but she don't hear me cry

she's a lone hearted mystic

and she can't carry on

when I'm there she's alright

but she's not when I'm gone

 

Heaven knows she's the answer

she don't call on anyone

she's a wave a thing of beauty

she's mine for the one

and I lost her hesitating

by temptation when it runs

but she don't haunt me

I'm not there I'm gone

 

Now I cry tonight

like I cried the night before

and I feast on her eyes

but I dream about the door

So long Jesus savior

blind faith worth to tell

It don't have consolation

she is mine fare thee well

 

 

Her smile is contagious

I was born to love her

But she knows that the kingdom waits

so high above her

and I run and I race

But it's not too fast or soon

I'll try not to decieve her

I'm not there I'm gone

 

It's all about confusion

and I cry for her veil

I don't need anybody now

beside me to tell

cause it's all affirmation

I've recieved but it's not

I wish I was beside her

but I'm not there I'm gone

 

Yeah she's gone like a rainbow

that was shining yesterday

but she's home now beside me

and I'd like her to say

she's a known forsaken beauty

and she can't carry on

wish I was beside her

but I'm not there I'm Gone

[Elixir Sue]

Oh baby why

Do I miss you like I do

Oh miss my sweet

And the birds all singing blue

And why

And why

Call me on your way back home, dear

Cause I miss you

Honey, I ain't nothing new.

 

Oh baby why

Did I treat you like I did

Honey, I was just a kid

Bubblegum on my shoe

But you loved me

And I loved you

 

Call me on your way back home, dear

Cause I miss you

And I just want to die without you

Oh I just want to die without you

Yeah I just want to die without you

Without you

Honey, I ain't nothing new.

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Nine Bullets

 

My roommate

[Jesusetc84]

"Sign on the Cross" by Bob Dylan & The Band (unissued song from the Basement Tapes)

 

 

Now, I try, oh for so awf'ly long

And I just try to be.

And now, oh it's a gold mine

But it's so fine.

Yes, but I know in my head

That we're all so misled,

And it's that ol' sign on the cross

That worries me.

 

Now, when I was just a bawlin' child,

I saw what I wanted to be,

And it's all for the sake

Of that picture I should see.

But I was lost on the land

As I heard that front door slam,

And that old sign on the cross

Still worries me.

 

Well, it's that old sign on the cross,

Well, it's that old key to the kingdom,

Well, it's that old sign on the cross

Like you used to be.

 

But, when I hold my head so high

As I see my ol' friends go by,

And it's still that sign on the cross

That worries me.

 

Well, it seems to be the sign on the cross. Ev'ry day,

ev'ry night, see the sign on the cross just layin' up

on top of the hill. Yes, we thought it might have

disappeared long ago, but I'm here to tell you, friends,

that I'm afraid it's lyin' there still. Yes, just a

little time is all you need, you might say, but I don't

know 'bout that any more, because the bird is here and

you might want to enter it, but, of course, the door might

be closed. But I just would like to tell you one time,

if I don't see you again, that the thing is, that the sign

on the cross is the thing you might need the most.

 

Yes, the sign on the cross

Is just a sign on the cross.

Well, there is some on every chisel

And there is some in the championship, too.

Oh, when your, when your days are numbered

And your nights are long,

You might think you're weak

But I mean to say you're strong.

Yes you are, if that sign on the cross,

If it begins to worry you.

Well, that's all right because sing a song

And all your troubles will pass right on through.

[CortezTheKiller]

Nine Bullets

 

My roommate

[CortezTheKiller]

"Choctaw Bingo" James McMurtry

 

Strap them kids in

Give 'em a little bit of vodka in a cherry coke

We're going to Oklahoma to the family reunion for the first time in years

It's up at uncle Slayton's cause he's getting on in years

You know he no longer travels but he's still pretty spry

He's not much on talking and he's just too mean to die

And they'll be comin' down from Kansas

and from west Arkansas

It'll be one great big old party like you never saw

Uncle Slayton's got his Texan pride

Back in the thickets with his Asian bride

He's got a Airstream trailer and a Holstein cow

He still makes whiskey 'cause he still knows how

He plats that Choctaw bingo every Friday night

You know he had to leave Texas but he won't say why

He owns a quarter section up by Lake Eufala

Caught a great big ol' blue cat on a driftin' jug line

Sells his hardwood timber to the shipping mill

Cooks that crystal meth because the shine don't sell

He cooks that crystal meth because the shine don't sell

You know he likes his money he don't mind the smel

lMy cousin Roscoe Slayton's oldest boy from his second marriage up in Illinois

He was raised in East St. Louis by his momma's people

Where they do things different

Thought he'd just come on down

He was going to Dallas Texas in a semi truck called from that big McDonald's

You know the one they built up on that great big ol' bridge

Across the Will Rogers Turnpike

Took the Big Cabin exit stopped and bought a couple of cartons of cigarettes

At that Indian Smoke Shop with the big neon smoke rings

In the Cherokee Nation hit Muskogee late that night

Somebody ran a stoplight at the Shawnee Bypass

Roscoe tried to miss 'em but he didn't quiteBob and Mae come up from little town

Way down by lake Texoma where he coaches football

They were two A champions now for two years running

But he says they won't be this year no they won't be this year

And he stopped off in Tushka at that "Pop's Knife and Gun" place

Bought a SKS rifle and a couple a full cases of that steel core ammo

With the berdan primers from some East bloc nation that no longer needs 'em

And a Desert Eagle that's one great big ol' pistol

I mean .50 caliber made by badass Hebrews

And some surplus tracers for that old BAR of Slayton's

Soon as it gets dark we're gonna have us a time

We're gonna have us a timeRuth Ann and Lynn come down from Baxter Springs

That's one hell raisin' town way up in Southeastern Kansas

Got a biker bar next to the lingerie store

That's got them Rolling Stones lips up there where everyone can see 'em

And they burn all night you know they burn all night you know they burn all night

Ruth Ann and Lynn they wear them cut off britches and those skinny little halters

And they're second cousins to me

Man I don't care I want to get between 'em

With a great big ol' hard on like a old bois d' arc fence post

You could hang a pipe rail gait from

Do some twisted sisters 'til the cows come home

And we'd be havin' us a time

Uncle Slayton's got his Texan pride

Back in the thickets with his Asian bride

He's cut that corner pasture into acre lots`

He sells 'em owner financed

Strictly to them that's got no kind of credit 'Cause he knows they're slackers

When they miss that payment

Then he takes it back

He plays that Choctaw Bingo every Friday night

Drinks that Johnny Walker at that Club 69

We're gonna strap them kids in give 'em a little bit o' Benadryl

And a cherry coke we're goin' to Oklahoma Gonna have us a time

[Jesusetc84]

Back in the old folky days

the air was magic when we played

the riverboat was rocking in the rain

midnight was the time for the raid

 

Oh isabella

proud Isabella

they tore you down

and plowed you under

you're only real

with your makeup on

how could I see you

and stay too long?

 

all along the Navajo trail

burnouts stub their toes on garbage pales

watresses are cryin' in the rain

will their boyfriends pass this way again?

 

Oh mother goose

she's on the skids

she ain't happy

neither are the kids

she needs someone

that she can scream at

and I'm such a heel

for making her feel so bad

 

I guess I'll call it sickness gone

It's hard to say the meaning of this song

an ambulance can only go so fast

it's easy to get buried in the past

when you try to make a good thing last

 

I saw today

at the entertainment section

there's room at the top

for private detection

to mom and dad

this just doesn't matter

cause it's either that

or pay off the kidnappers

 

So all you critics stand alone

you're no better than me

for what you've shown

with your stomach pumps

and your hook and ladder dreams

we could get together scenes

 

Well I'm down in T.O.

keepin' jive alive

and out on the corner

it's half passed five

but the subways are empty

and so are the Cafes

except for the farmer's market

and I still can hear him say

 

"You're all just pissin' in the wind.

You don't know it but you are."

and there ain't nothin' like the friend

who can tell you you're just pissin' in the wind

 

I never knew a man

could tell so many lies

he had a different story

for every set of eyes

how can he remember

who he's talking to?

Cause I know it ain't me

and I hope it isn't you

[lizish]

 

Weakerthans - Plea From a Cat Named Virtute

 

Why don't you ever wanna play?

I'm tired of this piece of string.

You sleep as much as I do now,

and you don't eat much of anything.

I don't know who you're talking to,

I made a search through every room,

but all I found was dust that moved

in shadows of the afternoon

 

And listen, about those bitter songs you sing;

they're not helping anything,

they won't make you strong.

 

So we should open up the house,

invite the Tabby two doors down.

You could ask your sister if,

she doesn't bring her basset hound.

Ask the things you shouldn't miss:

tape hiss and the modern man,

cold war and card catalogues

to come join us if they can.

 

Girly drinks and parlor games,

we'll pass around the easy lie

of absolutely no regrets,

and later maybe you could try.

To let your losses dangle off,

the sharp edge of a century.

We'll talk about the weather,

or how the weather use to be.

 

And I'll cater, with all the birds that I can kill,

let their tiny feathers fill disappointment.

Lie down, and lick the sorrow from your skin

Scratch the terror and begin to believe you're strong.

 

All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV,

frankly that thing doesn't really interest me.

I swear I'm going to bite you hard and taste your tinny blood

if you don't stop the self-defeating lies you've been repeating

since the day you brought me home.

I know you're strong.

[CortezTheKiller]

Sometimes when I go walkin'

Among the tall trees

I feel the light comin' down on me

Under moon, under sun

I feel the chosen one

Through the mist, come walkin' here with me

 

And the leaves on the ground

Make a rustling sound

In the wind now blowing in my face

It's that cool wind again

And I feel my missing friend

Whose counsel I can never replace

 

Show me the way and I'll follow you today

Show me the way and I'll follow you today

 

Show me the way

No more darkness. No more wasted time

Show me the way

Let me stay here with this heart of mine

And with you I feel no hidden path

No hidden path

No hidden path

No hidden path

No hidden path

No hidden path

 

How you change, how you change

And how you rearrange

Everything that touches me

 

Now you're her, now you're her

And she's sleeping here with me

Everything that touches me

 

Ocean sky, sea of blue

Let the sand wash over you

Giving all that you can give

 

Will the northern lights still play

As we walk our distant days

Giving all that we can give

 

Show me the way and I'll follow you today

Show me the way and I'll follow you today

 

Show me the way

There's a cold wind, blowin' through my mind

Show me the way

But I'm holdin' on to the threads of time

And with you I feel no hidden path

No hidden path

No hidden path

No hidden path

 

Will the northern lights still play as we walk our distant days

Ocean sky, sea of blue, let the sun wash over you

 

Will the northern lights still play as we walk our distant days

Ocean sky, sea of blue, let the sun wash over you

 

Will the northern lights still play as we walk our distant days

Ocean sky, sea of blue, let the sun wash over you

[Lynch]

 

Weakerthans - Plea From a Cat Named Virtute

 

Why don't you ever wanna play?

I'm tired of this piece of string.

You sleep as much as I do now,

and you don't eat much of anything.

I don't know who you're talking to,

I made a search through every room,

but all I found was dust that moved

in shadows of the afternoon

 

And listen, about those bitter songs you sing;

they're not helping anything,

they won't make you strong.

 

So we should open up the house,

invite the Tabby two doors down.

You could ask your sister if,

she doesn't bring her basset hound.

Ask the things you shouldn't miss:

tape hiss and the modern man,

cold war and card catalogues

to come join us if they can.

 

Girly drinks and parlor games,

we'll pass around the easy lie

of absolutely no regrets,

and later maybe you could try.

To let your losses dangle off,

the sharp edge of a century.

We'll talk about the weather,

or how the weather use to be.

 

And I'll cater, with all the birds that I can kill,

let their tiny feathers fill disappointment.

Lie down, and lick the sorrow from your skin

Scratch the terror and begin to believe you're strong.

 

All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV,

frankly that thing doesn't really interest me.

I swear I'm going to bite you hard and taste your tinny blood

if you don't stop the self-defeating lies you've been repeating

since the day you brought me home.

I know you're strong.

This is a great song! Now I have it in my head, and my Friday will go much better.

[Jesusetc84]

And if you save yourself

You will make him happy

He'll keep you in a jar

And you'll think you're happy

He'll give you breather holes

And you'll think you're happy

He'll cover you with grass

And you'll think you're happy

Now

You're in a laundry room

You're in a laundry room

You're in a laundry room

Conclusion came to you

 

And if you cut yourself

You will make him happy

He'll keep you in a jar

And you'll think you're happy

He'll give you breather holes

And you will seem happy

He'll cover you with grass

And you'll think you're happy

Now

 

You're in a laundry room

You're in a laundry room

You're in a laundry room

Conclusion came to you

 

And if you fool yourself

You will make him happy

He'll keep you in a jar

And you'll think you're happy

He'll give you breather holes

And you will seem happy

You'll wallow in your shit

And you'll think you're happy

[Jesusetc84]

"There She Goes, My Beautiful World" by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

 

The wintergreen, the juniper

The cornflower and the chicory

All the words you said to me

Still vibrating in the air

The elm, the ash and the linden tree

The dark and deep, enchanted sea

The trembling moon and the stars unfurled

There she goes, my beautiful world

 

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes again

 

John Willmot penned his poetry

riddled with the pox

Nabakov wrote on index cards,

at a lectem, in his socks

St. John of the Cross did his best stuff

imprisoned in a box

And JohnnyThunders was half alive

when he wrote Chinese Rocks

 

Well, me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my ears

Me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my ears

Me, I'm lying here, for what seems years

I'm just lying on my bed with nothing in my head

 

Send that stuff on down to me

Send that stuff on down to me

Send that stuff on down to me

Send that stuff on down to me

 

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes again

 

Karl Marx squeezed his carbuncles

while writing Das Kapital

And Gaugin, he buggered off, man,

and went all tropical

While Philip Larkin stuck it out

in a library in Hull

And Dylan Thomas died drunk in

St. Vincent's hospital

 

I will kneel at your feet

I will lie at your door

I will rock you to sleep

I will roll on the floor

And I'll ask for nothing

Nothing in this life

I'll ask for nothing

Give me ever-lasting life

 

I just want to move the world

I just want to move the world

I just want to move the world

I just want to move

 

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes again

 

So if you got a trumpet, get on your feet,

brother, and blow it

If you've got a field, that don't yield,

well get up and hoe it

I look at you and you look at me and

deep in our hearts know it

That you weren't much of a muse,

but then I weren't much of a poet

 

I will be your slave

I will peel you grapes

Up on your pedestal

With your ivory and apes

With your book of ideas

With your alchemy

O Come on

Send that stuff on down to me

 

Send that stuff on down to me

Send that stuff on down to me

Send that stuff on down to me

Send that stuff on down to me

Send it all around the world

Cause here she comes, my beautiful girl

 

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes again

[chisoxjtrain]

"There Was No Song"

Tongue Tied Lightning

 

There Was No Song

(J. Hermle, D. Hermle)

 

Verse:

There comes a time in everyone

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Picture yourself in the living room

your pipe and slippers set out for you

I know you think that it ain't too far

 

But I hear the call of a lifetime ring

felt the need to get up for it

oh you cut out the middleman

get free from the middleman

 

You got no time for the messenger,

got no regard for the thing that you don't understand,

you got no fear of the underdog,

that's why you will not survive!

 

I want to forget how conviction fits

but can I get out from under it?

Can I gut it out of me?

It can't all be wedding cake

It can't all be boiled away

I try but I can't let go of it

Can't let go of it,

 

Cause you don't talk to the water boy

and there's so much you could learn but you don't want to know,

You will not back up an inch ever,

that's why you will not survive,

 

The thing that I tell you now

It may not go over well

And it may not be photo-op

in the way that I spell it out

 

But you won't hear from the messenger,

don't wanna know bout something that you don't understand,

You got no fear of the underdog,

that's why you will not survive! (Hey!)