Incomplete Songs

Watch me make myself disappear
Watch me climb inside of your ear
When you are getting down I’ll take a stand
And when you need a pointer I’ve got the hand

Watch me make myself pixellate
Watch me disintegrate
I am everywhere and nowhere to be seen
I am listening whenever you speak

Watch me slip under the wire
Watch me hold it down while you are high
I am here to make you shine your brightest hue
I am here to help you sing the perfect tune

She said believe me I’ve been gone so long
Its like I’ve never been
And she was studying the label on
That empty fifth of gin

You’d think up north the mighty river
Would be a trickling stream
But instead it ran untethered
Breaking its banks and running free

It was just above the tree line
Where it all became so clear
I am standing on that mountain
And the mountain rests in me

Will our trials and tribulations be put to some use
Or are they just the rooms our life passes through

Water seeks scale

How do you show your weakness
What makes you afraid

How do you hold your weakness
What makes it disappear

How do you know your weakness
What does it make you do

How do they know you’re there

What is it responding to

Who do you have tasting your food

Are you ready to take the first shot
Did you bet on retaliation

Do you crack the bones and suck out the marrow
Do you swallow it whole
Do you spit out the seeds

Shut down the discos

What’s the worst that you assume

Barking at the bigger dogs

Respect

The universe is unfinished

What can’t you quit, what owns you?

Weakness as an invitation to love

We’re all fundamentally weak and frail, if we owned that for ourselves would we be better to other people? We’re born dependent

Poverty and annihilation

Hallucination
Seeing things that are not there

There was something you said that I should have written down

We who are comfortable in this world
The question is will it be enough?

Begging for minimums
Using complication as a weapon
When do you start the clock
Let’s make our intentions plain

Looking for warmth and a place to hide
a lizard in the light

People say where there’s smoke there’s fire
But you can smell the smoke after the fire is gone

Protect your reputation over your integrity

… and the riderless horse

Who is hallucinating, you or me?

Wrote this song in a war
When you hear it there will be more
Wrote this song in fading light
As the edges faded from sight

I hear them coming now
Wave after wave, breaking on down
There’s nothing that will last
Disaster is coming on thick and fast

You and I we’ve had our share
Filled our days up with worries and care
And I know somehow
All the best are behind us now

Wrote this song for myself
To keep me company when everything fell
Wrote this song for you
I believe you’ll be there too

Late in the day/late in the year

I’ve grown old
I’ve grown scared
And I can only change one of those

Nobody gets out of this world alive
What scares me is being alive when the world ends
I don’t want to live to see its end

Here in the abyss

Where buildings turn their backs on you
And wreckage is never far away
The old, tired and worn out things

You want to see the future
Man, take the train

You want to see something new?
You want to see America

Go on and make it rain

Listen to the ambulance go by
Somebody somewhere is waiting for that sound

I’ll take the tower of silence
You can keep your tower of song

Once your computers crash we’re gonna see who’s who and what’s what.

A highway through the heart of town

Bearing witness until the pain leaves our bodies

And now on top of everything
You want to be a victim too

You only mean to offend
Finding new ways to take offense

We’re all performing for each other

Because those people were let in
The world has let you down

So you made it to the moon
Where you gonna go now

You can’t have cosmic American music without the galactic south

In the fall of change we got high on hope
Started to believe they weren’t just giving us some rope
Put him in office like his face would be enough
They were dancing on the roof of the downtown bus

Man I’m through with hoping, I’m done with thoughts and prayers
Waiting on things that I wish were there
You and me, we got to work through the night
And when the sun comes up, no time to give up the fight

Occupy
Gulf war protests

The ballot box and the bloody flag
This is not that dawn
The color guard and the rockets glare
This is not that dawn
Thoughts and prayers and the rockets glare
This is not that dawn
A changing face in the highest place
This is not that dawn

Think I heard the sounds move the the air
Heard those voices everywhere

Diversity
Aesthetics of change without the reality
Representation
Keeping the door open
Who’s your audience and how did they get in

This ain’t the first and it won’t be the last

Believing it would be different this time
The bitterness of falsehood
The arrogance of claiming difference
We know better
This time this time

Now I’m out here on the highway
On a ride to some bad end
Where you are headed is going my way
Wherever you go my friend

Some things keep coming back like a junkie for a fix
Foo Fighters on the radio and bad news on the bricks

I know it hits different for you
And harder too

Even if I could I wouldn’t
Tell you what to do
Tell you how to feel
Or who to be

I’ve been told you wouldn’t
Take things easily
All the harm you do
Could be for free

Even though I can I won’t
Tell you what to do
Tell you how to feel
Or who to be

Waves become an ocean
When they meet the shore
Waves become an ocean
And there’s always one more
One is followed by more

Sacrifice zone
Sugar - molasses - rum
A gun raffle to raise money for cancer treatment
No muscle shirts allowed
Residents and immigrants
A park bounded by piety and desire

After life has knocked me about
There is not much that moves me anymore.

Standing at the edge I feel it creeping up behind
Wrap it’s fingers around my skull and swallow up my mind
And I can hear it whisper just one step more
Make your life into a memory what are you waiting for

Standing at the border with a whirlwind at my back
I had no time for goodbyes, I had no time to pack
And I don’t know where I’m headed or what will meet me there
But I keep on moving forward like I haven’t got a care

Standing at the crossroads of either/or
I can’t see around the corner, I can’t see over the wall
But I put the pedal down, grit my teeth and swing the wheel
Speed prevents me from looking in the mirror

Now I want to drive right off the cliff

Immigration
A citizen of oblivion

Is it you?
The obliteration I’ve been waiting for

This once was an empire
This once was the sea
This once was the mountain
That came to you and me

This once was the island
This once was the shore
This once was everything that is to come
And all that went before

I am always at my limit
So why not now, why not another round
I am always at my limit
So come and give me more than I can stand

If Huddie were still around today
Man he’d have some shit to say

Outrunning the cannon ball

Detached from my own capacity to care

Please leave with what you came with. - sign in subway booth

Though i have offered some resistance in the measure of my life

The worlds we hold within us are the worlds that we can build No more and no less

I am always at capacity More work than capacity

The amount contained or produced.

When it’s low tide here, it’s high tide somewhere else.

Down east there’s a granite mountain Further east a marble hill And people climb to find the summit And people find a deeper will

For grace received

You’ve broken it down
Your best protection

You’ve taken them down
Taken them down
Taken them down
Your best defenses

They went in thick and they went as thieves
Cut down mangroves for that embassy
And now the sea swells
And they ring the bells

They’ll squeeze you hard until you squeal
Until you plead out and take that deal

Walls going up around the little Americas

G
Em
C G
C D G

The world is built around equal and opposite reactions
So what if you don’t react

Let me get back get back on that
But what if you didn’t
Everybody’s saying get back get back
But what if you didn’t

You never just put it out there
Without expecting something back

The blues are built on call and response

The war is won after the cost is paid

You could be miles away
From everything you know
Speaking a foreign language
Wearing unfamiliar clothes

You’ve been here before

The place where the people you care about
Are waiting for you

laundry out to dry
out the side door the cats are asking for scraps
the stove burns the lowest flame of blue

in the back yard a building’s going up
and the windows are closed against the dust

books that smell of mold (it’s not really mold, it’s cheap paper denigrating)

I’ve always felt that home was in people not places
But places have a way of sneaking up on you

And later walking in the forest we saw a sign that read
Two years ago a leopard was spotted here

When you go into town, everyone looks at you

This ain’t your home, you can’t disappear here

Sympathy won’t feed you

I’ve been running round in circles
Running til I can’t feel my pain
All around me everyone is moving with purpose
Trying to turn disaster into gains

The wealth that has gone to other hands
Slipping away like sand

And if there’s anything to be made out of this crisis
I’m damn sure none of it will be coming my way

Your instincts are revealed

Lately I’ve been watching people’s eyes
The way they squint in place of a smile

I went running round in circles
Until I felt nothing but pain

Do you make an architect by chance or design
In a room full of history or alone in the wild
By shaping the clay or shedding the chains
Is an architect born or made

What do I know about what I know
And where it lives
What do I know about what I know
And what that gives

As if civilization is infectious
And taste a matter of averages

Take a box and puncture it
To let the light in
Furnish it with experience

Step inside your own brain
A house to hold your head

What would I be without you
How would I know what I should do
To stand between lines, waiting my turn
Expecting nothing in return

What could I be without you

We’re under pressure and we’re all out of time
It’s raining in December
Evening comes early and we may be too late
To hope we could remember

Ice in the lakes it fractures and breaks
Leaving islands behind

They’re all saying it’s the worst it’s been
Since I don’t remember

I stepped out when the news came in
Couldn’t watch it happen

One by one they are taken in
All your heroes fall
Each new thing feels stark and grim
And oh so personal

Lately I’ve been thinking about thinking about time
Talking about the weather
Lately I’ve been wondering if the will of the signs
Can bring us back together

Time has no heart
it will bury you

production
containment - packed in
endless knot

Now I’m looking for a south less west
A place where I can learn, a place where I can rest

When I was a painter I used both my hands
Made my living on someone else’s plans
And the past was not a place of regrets
When I was a painter, I was a happy man

When I was a painter, I didn’t speak all day
Let it out in songs, or some other way

Put yourself in position to draw a straight and a clean line

Five seconds after I walk out the door
I miss you
Right after I hang up the phone
I miss you
All the way on that late night bus
Taking me away from us
When I remember what I planned to say
I miss you

When I’ve had more than enough to drink
I miss you
When I am too tired to even think
I miss you

When skies are cloudy and its pouring rain
When I am singing under sunny skies
When I’m all alone by myself at night
When I’m packed in the bus on a rainy day

I’ve been thinking about John Henry
How he was born with a hammer in his hand

I’ve been thinking about John Henry
How he drove that steel like a man

I’ve been thinking about John Henry
How he laid his hammer down

She said Karachi broke my heart
It will happen to you
But by then it was too late
I’d been taken in too

She said you’d better watch your step
Out on Clifton Beach
But I was already gone
Drifting out to sea

another verse here

She said you could spend your time
Thinking about what you’ve to to lose
You could stand around waiting for
Someone to make a move

another verse here

snow in sindh
The ghost of John Denver out on the pier
A place that is far from everything

Chanting with the thousands out there on the beach
Abdullah Shah Gazi come and rescue me

Keep it clean, keep it green
Prove your identity

Everything becomes a ruin
Every place is already a ruin

A city or a mountain will both end up as dust in time.

Ruins of nature

Two ways water can kill you in the desert: thirst or drowning

Angles of geology
Roots of the mountains
Scars
Veins

Distinguishing the human from the natural
The effects of nature on civilization

Here I am, it’s Monday night
I’ve got this barstool and this glass
I’d like to let this head full of memories go
And give my heart another chance

We’ve got places to get to
We’ve all got places to go
We’ve got means, ways and motives
We’ve got wheels, we’ve all got roads

There will be things to carry
There will be a heavy load
And the hardest place to travel
Is the country you’ve built on your own

You can spend your life certain
Here is not where you belong
Or you can make home in yourself
And settle down in hope

The mountains of your mind
Are the hardest to climb

When I think about the scar just below your right wrist
And how you turned the tiller and the windward side would lift

I’ve been trying to get over you
But you’ve got a way of keeping a hold
Over me and my fears
Are nothing to you but diamonds and gold

I’ve been trying to live my own life
But you reel me in as you’re turning your back
To me and the dark side of you
Is something I could not possibly lack

Made me choose between my friends and you
Dressed up as responsibility

Promised formulas and rewards
Talked of investment and traded in fraud

Made me care about things that don’t matter and ignore the things that count

You made me think it was me but really it was you

When things fall apart, you can see the pieces

I have watched my friends fight over the scraps of blame

When I come to you it will be as the man
I hope you will be to me

Evidence of me

You’re as sweet as the stuff that they used to make around here
And you make my head spin just as bad as a nine percent beer

Bakistan

Take it where you find it
There’s not a center or an edge
Go with who it leads you to
I am not the one to judge

Network

When I hear that whistle blowing I run down to the tracks
Put a stolen penny on the rails and watch the train wheels roll it flat
And every day, if there was sunshine, snow or rain
When I heard that whistle blowing I’d know here comes the train

From the freight yards of Tacoma to the Gulf of Mexico
I rode as far as those wheels would let me go
But I settled down in Kansas in those fields of waving grain
When I heard that whistle blowing I said here comes the train

bottom line

You pick them up from your father
You learn them in your school
You catch them in churches and hospitals
And they run you around like a fool

I’m trying to forget all of mine

Let me be the last to tell you
That you can carry everything
But let noone else set the limits
To your circles of affection

We set out from the port on the 13th day
Made our way out across the bay
Sailing right out into the blue
Gonna show you what we can do

And we were lovers, assassins and cooks
You’ll find us on the high seas but we’re strictly off the books.
Lovers, assassins and cooks
See how we made you look

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pirates

I was in another country when you walked right up to me
And I didn’t understand a word of what you said to me

I choose my country, it is you

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He came up from the south
He was born to let it out
With a heart as cold as plaster

Ali

On the edge of the city the air is thick with smoke
And it’s there they drag the rusting hull of ships up on the shore

Dreams

I am stronger than iron and older than sand
I can tear down anything built by human hands

Ship breaker

When your course is run
I will be waiting for you

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gadani_ship-breaking_yard

You took all that care
And laid it at my feet
And I tended it like cancer
I called it love when I should have called it fear

Take care my friend
And make sure you give it back

Narcissism

Keeping it together/Losing it

Keeping it/Giving it away

Keeping a record/Forgetting it

The Romans walked a thousand paces
Al-Farghani laid his stakes in the sand
And while we’ve measured distance on land, air and water
We’ve known space between a heart and a hand

units of measure
pieces of paper between here and the moon
geography
time
borders

When I first looked at the pieces
All I could see were my mistakes
And then I started to think of possibilities
About the things that I could make

How I had let it slip and fall
And the weakness of my hands

To make something new, something old has got to break

Noticing where things lay

Pieces that were lost and others reappeared

I’ve got nothing that I had before
I’ve got everything you left behind when you walked out the door
I’m in pieces all over the floor
And you’re out there getting what you wanted and more

I’ve got photographs I’ve got to hide
I’ve got thoughts that keep me up all night
I’m full up of loneliness and lies
But you’ve got more than my troubles on your mind

Now there’s no need to cry
Every generation leaves something behind
There’s no need to cry
Every generation has to learn to say goodbye

You could land in that land
You could land in the sky
You could land up somewhere else
You could land up in that land in the sky

Have you heard about the red dirt miners
Have you heard about the heavy load
Have you heard about the price they paid
And the 12 wheeled trucks they drove

Have you heard about the things they whispered
As they worked those open pits
And as the dust storms spun and rattled
How they held onto their wits

Have you heard how they broke that union
Have you heard how they cut them down
How the ships flew by their hands
How their blood ran into the ground

Have you heard about the red dirt miners
Have you heard about the heavy load
Have you learned about the tracks they left
In the planet’s dust and snow

I can’t love you and watch you fall apart
At the same time

If you knew what they were saying about you
Would you smile for the camera or turn your face away
If you knew how people worried over you
What would you do and what would you say

If you knew what they were planning for you
Would you up and fly away
If you knew the tricks they’ve got for you
Would you be gone by the end of the day

You will do what you came here to do
Place our minds in you

I would never insult love by calling it mine.

there’s a lot that can be said in a song
and there’s more that can be said in how it’s sung

There are not words for every expression
And some things you can’t say in a song - …where you belong

between the soul and the song

The daffodils on the kitchen table
Are leaning toward the light
By this time tomorrow
They will have died

I was walking down Eighth Avenue
On the day you died
I knew exactly when it happened
By the change in the light

I’ve always felt uneasy with my feet off the ground

It takes time for my head and stomach to catch up with a change in altitude

One glance from you was all it took
One word I did not understand
And your laughter cut me off right at the knees
Laid me out to die on the sand

And we are locked inside our walls
And we look out our own windows
And we can only walk out our own doors

But we know all of the loopholes and all of the cracks
The tunnels and the fords into the heart
The weaknesses to our defense
The places where we break apart

language: dispersion/gathering

Well you can shake and swerve and shimmy until you jump right off the tracks
And they’ll leave you burning there after watching the crash
But if you wait for the right moment, guard the throttle, grease the joints
You’ll be crossing over at the switching point

Find someone to sing to

Not to get high; to make the miles

We came in through the door off the car port
The one that always sticks
The answering machine was blinking
On the bed were the grandkids’ unwrapped gifts

There were lists on the refrigerator
And the calendar was covered in names
It was snowing in March in Alabama
As if we needed a reminder things had changed

And the messages were automated calls
On behalf of your pharmacist
While I was restless, going room to room
Sure there was something I had missed

There was a stack of bills in the closet
Bibles and westerns on the shelf
And we looked for reasons and tried to find ways
For our hearts to hold things they can’t bear

Take it down off the wall and pass it round
Don’t leave anything useful lying round
And whatever you can spend is enough to get you in
To keep everything going round

Paying for your share

If like me your mind’s a bum, let it go rambling on

Anyone can say anything and I will be listening

Food
Booze
Music (an instrument)
Friends (what I know about you depends on who I heard it through)
Ideas

When I’m up

When I’m down

When I’m right

When I’m wrong

When I’m down and low
When the waves of misfortune have covered me
When I am not half of the man I want to be
Mercy get a hold of me

I’m coming down from the mountain any day

Where the red tail hawks are always circling

I was born with a silver spoon in my hand
Tell the world to lay it down
Talk of real estate just passes over my head
And I lay it down
I’ve walked a mile in my sleep
On broken glass and concrete
Brothers, sisters, lay it down

You don’t have time for this tales of distant conflict
CEO-ldier, lay it down
We don’t see eye to eye you know the bottom line
Helicopters on the ground
You say you know the cost what’s sold can never be lost
CEO-ldier lay it down

I was born with my back against a wall
Come on Cisco lay it down
I got justice on my side and vengeance on my mind
Come on Cisco lay it down

Need some answers
I’ve got 9 to 5 cancer
Come on Cisco lay it down

There’s a line on the edge of town it starts when you put your guidebook down
Hey Cisco lay it down

Where are all the unions
In the black it’s got me blue man
Hey Cisco lay it down

Ladybug fly away home
This house is burning it is burning down
Ladybug fly away home

For things beyond the reach of dreams
Like fate and gravity
The reasons that I love you
Are a mystery to me

That one and one makes more than two
Is a mystery to me

The color of your eyes does not explain this at all
And neither does the way you smile

Let me be your talking head
Let me be your childhood bed
Let me be your first tattoo
Your first communion suit

Let me be your Jeri curl

You might find Jesus in a gay bar

You won’t have to go too far
Just the nearest pub or bar
You will find him there
Drinking ____

drinking with his friends

Barrel House
On 42nd Street
The Bird Circuit (group of gay bars)
The Golden Pheasant
Old Colony
Stonewall

He says I told him something I should have kept to myself
I say secrets are so fucking contagious

Listening to Joe Strummer feel the distance to the Nile
And the cruise control set at seventy five

Business corridors

Heading west and leaving the city behind
At seventy miles an hour

Moosic and the Promised Land State Park

Put it out of gear and let it roll
Let the wind take the lead for a verse or two - Finding lines in the passing air

Fragments of retreads stranded on the shoulder
Circling vultures
Crows dive bombing hawks

Out here we’re all the colors of our cars
And we’re singing along to the radio

Joe Hardy - 84 Lumber

Watershed, township, county, V for turkey vulture

90’s music charts, buckle up for the next million miles

You stood in the room where the paintings hung
They were watching you
Wondering if you were artist enough
They were watching you
Saint Sebastian lowered his head
With a mischievous smile said son don’t you know
I’ve been watching you

You sat yourself down in front of the screen
They were watching you
The pictures flickered in blue and green
They were watching you
The late night anchor turned in his chair
And fixing you with his benevolent gaze said
I’ve been watching you

They gave it to you fast and rough
They were watching you
Questioning if you were man enough
They were watching you
Monuments of bones, mountains of shoes
Skeletons dancing to the sound of Pan’s flute
They were watching you

I wake up with my stomach in knots and my ears ringing
I should not be feeling this way first thing in the morning
With my back bent into a curve and a wobble in my knees
A spirit as flat as my feet

Lead me out into the night in those wild places
The shoulders of the highway in those high lonely days

Grit my teeth and clench my fists
Slumped shoulders
Bad habits

Got to get out of survival mode

Not even Joe can make me believe

Cracking up

Thank God for loneliness

Struggling to sit up straight

Maybe I was right where I was right then
But in two years I’ll be gone
And maybe all the places I’ve been to
Only served to bring me here

Maybe all the things that I have lost
Make room for the new
Maybe all the people I forgot
I was not meant to know

Maybe the ideals that I have lost
Were the ones I don’t believe
Maybe all the anger that is gone
Was not sincerely felt

Maybe all the things that I regret

Not the waiting, but the preparedness

Confidence/assurity that I have lost

Remember something else

Mistakes I knew better than to make

Every thing noble is just waiting to fall

Dignity is just an excuse to stumble
Things fall down

Silence reigns in the beauty parlor
Rusting Russian tanks and American shells

And I walked in holding my guidebook

If I am an immigrant in my own country
Then what am I here

An immigrant twice removed

Ruled by a squawking TV set

Take it four lanes wide all the way
At ninety miles per hour
Tumbleweeds blow down ambush alley
And it will blow your confidence down

Out on the highway just past midnight
The asphalt is cold as hell
There’s a man standing there with a rock in each hand
And he’s praying to Allah for help

And though I drive down Route Irish
I will not be afraid
A gunner in the turret
Is my comfort and aid

You can’t pay to hear it anymore
Even if you wanted to
And you can’t hear it on the radio

DJs are afraid
Wolfman
AP and the girls
On the X
Turn your radio on

There’s a rule for every number
And a place for everything
There’s a word for every notion
A perfect description

Mr. Dewey we don’t need you anymore
So pack up your papers and leave
You take your numbers, I’ll take my time
Consider it a deal

There is an order to all subjects
And a line that they fall in
There’s a field for every question
You could ever imagine

There’s a path to every story A trail to discovery

I want to know just what you need
Not what you want it for

There’s a time for every station

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The wind blew down the avenue all night long
And it blew down a limb of the St. Nicholas Elm
Hundreds of years gone to splinters and dust
What was left on the ground I picked it up

You say lately things have been going to hell
There is less to be known and nothing to tell
Your body is failing to back up your mind
And you can’t trust your eyesight most of the time

Like Washington you stood your ground
As New York City burned on down
You stood by the trail where traders passed
An island was lost for trinkets of glass

And when we are gone our parting will be
A change in displacement, a scent on the breeze
Cracking and twisting with everything else
We are decaying miracles from our birth

Voices of nature and prophecy

I’ve always been unlucky with cards and dice and money And women never treated me well But you brought me down lower than everybody You dropped me right into hell

You would sit there for hours talking to yourself
And the words would flow right out of you like a fountain, like a well
You would sit there for hours talking to yourself
Things would fold and spin and shatter; I know, I was there

You would sit there for hours facing east
All the agents of empire came on bended knee
You would sit there for hours facing east
And all the nations streamed towards you
From the greatest to the least

You would sit there for hours in the shade of that tree
At the head of the river looking out towards the sea
You would sit there for hours in the shade of that tree
And in the silence of that morning I fell onto my knees

I’ve got friends who say that they’re always alone
And there is nowhere left to go
The have all been everywhere
But none of them have left their home

There are certain songs that cannot be sung alone
And stories that cannot be told
And you can never hope to sell
All the things you’ve got to tell

Home is always somewhere in between
Our feet and the ground

Just on the strength of your feet
And the courage of your lungs

Neither incumbent nor activist

Finally I have learned
In every moment and task a chance
For the smallness of transcendence

Every moment has a soul
Every job deserves to be the only one

Living is not an art, it is a craft

Do the thing you’re doing really well

Forget about averages and history
Tides and ripples and echoes and memory
What your grandchildren will think of me

Once it starts to sway there’s only one way it can go

After all, who needs eyes to see
And diamonds will never make you believe

Butterfly effect

vanishing day

Coming up 7s all the time
Scant City
White lightning
Poor boy stores
Crossing county lines for liquor

Speaking for myself, there’s more inspiration
In the alleys than the avenues

This is a song for the airline attendant
Who brought me this pen when I asked her to lend it
I thought she’d forgotten like she forgot the tea
For the woman in the seat next to me

But she didn’t, and I’ve got this pen that writes well
And it has the name of Radisson Hotels
I’ve never stayed there, though I’m sure it is nice
And this plane ride is bumpy and the clouds are white

This is a song for the stewardess
I don’t know her name, but I know I could guess
Or I could just look at that tag that she wears
But everyone knows it’s rude to stare

It was thanks to her that I wrote these words
On a flight to Charlotte, which is nice I have heard
I am out of space and out of lines
So this is the end, this song is over, but it’s mine

The sky was falling as we crossed the western border
You turned to me with a smile
Though the world was drowning in half an inch of water
I could see for miles and miles

The earth was screaming as they poured across the border
You were pointing at the moon
And though the creek was rising and the southern bridge was washed out
There was nothing ahead but _____

The sea was raging when I heard the call to order
You were dancing on the shore
And though the wind had blown us nearly on the rock’s teeth
We were neither created nor destroyed

If it looks like war and it talks like war and it walks like war and it smells like war
The enemy is the one who looks just like you

God willing and the creek don’t rise

If love is a game it’s the first one to zero that takes
Everything but the girl
Is it finite like energy and matter or as vast
As an open hand

Pull up your stakes and get out of town
There’s a flood coming down

Stanwyck dot cat
Lying on the mat
You could never kill a rat
You are too slow and fat

Stanwyck dot cat
What do you know
Are you a genius
Do you think humans are slow

Stanwyck dot cat
You’re a pretty girl
All the kitty boys
Want to get into your world

Stanwyck dot cat
You’re sleepy and sweet
What would you sat to me
If you could speak

Hey little sister don’t, don’t let them do this to you
Hey little sister don’t, don’t let them do this to you
Those things you’re believing are not real
Don’t let them do this to you

Hey little sister don’t, don’t believe what it tells you
Hey little sister don’t, don’t believe what it tells you
You are occupied territory
Don’t believe what it tells you

Hey little sister don’t, don’t let them do this to you
Hey little sister don’t, don’t let them do this to you
Those things you’re believing are not real
Don’t let them do this to you

Murder murder there’s blood on the breeze
Doctor doctor won’t you help me please
Heal me doctor

Fire fire there’s smoke in the wind
Doctor doctor untangle my mind
Strung out waiting on parted waters a bush burst into flame
–>
–>
A doctor to take away my pain

Liar liar there’s a fox with the hens
Doctor doctor I’ve been taken for dead
Heal me doctor

Murder murder there’s blood in the streets
Doctor doctor won’t you tell me please
The worst of my addictions is that I am addicted at all –>
–>
Doctor catch me when I fall

Street preachers and faith healers
High rollers and free wheelers

language of war
Shock the common mind
Hope is not common sense

I know the sun is shining somewhere
I know tomorrow’s never far away
I know the skies are blue in Boston
But New York City is cold and gray

I know I’m going to quit this drinking
I know my life is going to make some sense - I know I am still innocent

I know I can rely on happy endings
You play Romeo, I’ll be Juliet

I know that we have nothing but this moment
But right now sucks and tomorrow probably will

Did you know slugs have 4 noses
Goldfish have ADD
That camels have 3 eyelids
Fish cough like you and me

I told you once
I’m not saying it again
You either step back off yourself
Or you’ll be dealing with my friends

I told you once
It’s not funny anymore
You better drop that shit this second
Or I’m walking out the door

Now you’re screaming bloody murder
Like a pig who just got stuck
Here’s a quarter, go call someone
‘Cause I don’t give a fuck

So you’re scared
Hell aren’t we all
Get your head out of your ass and
Get your feet back on the floor

And if you’ve got a cross I’ve got a shoulder to lean it on
Go on and lay your burden down, it’s not heavy, it’s not _____
I’ve heard this one before, it goes ABC
It’s the same fucking song, in a slightly different key

breaking laws of your own invention and calling it transgression

We were down on the shore that evening
Walking the waterline
A voice was calling up from the deep saying run
Leave your troubles behind

We were down on the shore that evening
Walking the waterline
You were calling to me you spoke my name
You said leave your future behind

Forty days on the sea are nothing
It’s the nights that will do you in
Watching the wake fade into the sea
Erasing where you have been

Forty days in pursuit of a cloud
At night a pillar of fire
The wind at your back blows over your footsteps
The past creeping up from behind

You can’t cut a line into water
Part the seas with a wave of your hand

It’s too deep for your anchor to hold

We’ve been two of a kind it’s true

If I’m caught in this flood give me strength
Not to struggle or swim
Let me drown like a stone let me surrender
Let me give in

Is this divine intention or human design
Are we out of step with this creation or
Right in time

Above my head a seagull
Loops across the sky
And I’d be up there too
If I could only fly

You were looking at the sky and talking of God
At you feet a flower bloomed and heaven grew from mud
You were looking at the sky and speaking holy words
While the sacred passed unspoken and unheard

You were looking at the wall and scales fell from your eyes
And you fell off of your horse and fell into this life
You were staring into space and then you heard the sound
You got up and left behind that winning hand

You have told me often and I know it is true
That art is for the sake of live and beauty is not truth
I am saying to you that living is an art
And love is more than giving, it is faith in your own heart

Let’s do this all over again
I’ll say you are my lover
You’ll say you are my friend

Let’s do this all over again
You will tell me stories
I will tell you lies

Let’s do this all over again
You will cry and I
I will apologize

Place the blame on anybody
Claim that you don’t care
Say the world is lost forever
But don’t say you’re scared

Say you’ll move to Canada
You’ll never vote again
But don’t say you’re scared forever

Don’t fear tomorrow
don’t bow down
Do not be frightened
of any power
Don’t fear the dawning
Don’t be cowed
Do not be frightened
Of any power

It’s easy to say that I know nothing at all
And what I see may all of it be false
It’s easy to say that one and one is undefined
But all we have to do each day is simply live this life

It’s easy to say you are the master of this plan
And what you hold so dear is in your hand
It’s easy to say this is a miracle divine
Because all we have to do each day is simply live this life

I’ve tried to keep this short and sweet
But the words keep flowing out of me
It’s such a mystery

I’ve tried to slip my trembling grip
But I love this life too much
Just like Odysseus

I could be lifted up
Like I was Lazarus

I’ve tried to keep this lecture brief

Enter into life
I am a simple man

I know it’s easy to say you believe in anything
It’s simpler still to just refuse

There are times to get back to basics
And this is one of those
Food water air and love
And you, you alone

There are times when not much matters
And this is one of those
I could even throw my life away
For you, you alone

I’m happy being your lover
I’m fine with being your friend
But if there was just one thing that I could be
I’d want to be your home

I know that I’m your lover
I know I am your friend
But what I really want to know is
Am I your home

Even Jesus had twelve men and you have yours too
A Judas, a Thomas, a Mark and maybe even a Luke
There are twelve months to each year twelve hours to each day
And I have but twelve breaths left to speak all the words I have left to say

All the twelve tables of law and steps to a higher place
Were of very little use of me when I stopped counting at twelfth grade
But the twelve Federal Banks can’t hold the love I feel
The Army of Twelve Monkeys can’t tell me this is not for real

The Greeks had twelve gods for every possible event
And the past is far behind us now but what can it help to prevent
There is a stone for every month of the year and I’ve carried them since
I did my twelve Herculean tasks in atonement for my sins

There are twelve days of Christmas and only one true love
Twelve tribes of Israel but only one true God
And as much as I try to tell myself who you are is not who you’ve been
There are still twelve of them and only one of me

A liar is the worst kind of coward and I have been that
A fool dies a thousand deaths and I have died some
But I was not a fool or a liar for you I tried to deceive myself
And now I am through with all this shit
And happiness is not my goal

You said to leave the past behind me and I have done that
You said to do what makes me happy and I have been some
But I was not about to leave what I have cursed and sweated for
And now I am through with playing mind games
And speaking in shifting codes

It’s the smallest things that kill when you’re in outer space

Thirty-eight miles high a cowboy rides the clear blue sky over eastern Texas
His silver ship and his gleaming gun reflecting morning sunlight
His face is radiant
So before it all ends in a flash of light brighter than the sun

Debris raining down over Nagacdoches

Countdown clock counting up

What did you
Come out to see
A man with a tongue like the wind
A resurrection

Ash in wind
Bullets in the debris
Will the future appear as the past
Are we bound to repeat

Home from war
Wounded soldier walks
In what is done and what is seen
Forgotten how to talk

There’s no harm
In telling tales of war
But the future cannot be the past
Bathed in blood and gore

To all those
Who at the tomb now stand
Rise up and walk like Lazarus
Take up your cross and dance

Dare to dream
Endure memory
Do you have courage to create
Or just destroy

What did you
Come out to see
A man with a body covered in scars
A walking miracle

She said it’s cold in here as she pulled the blankets up to her chin
I rolled over and fell off the edge into the sea of my sin
Captain oh my captain I am caught adrift
No stars to guide this sailor home no wind these sails to lift

She said she’d known all along or at least a couple of days
I never meant to be telling a lie so maybe I wanted to fail
Tell me oh my brother where the current flows
I can feel I am in motion where it leads to I don’t know

I left you alone
I left you cold
I left you dead
I left you with a hole in your head
I left you with a piece of lead
I left you in the lake you bled
I left you with your hand on the phone
I left you all alone

You give me life
You give me peace
You give me blood
You give release
You made me laugh
You made me cry
I made you scream
I made you die
I made you beg
I waved goodbye

Are you after me
Are you after you
Are you after my life
Are you after yours too
Are you after my mind
Are you after my head
Are you after my thoughts
And the books I have read
I am after you
I am after me
I am after your blood
I am after your plea
I am after your home
I am after your life
I am after your kid
I am after your wife

I am after fame
I am after TV
I am after success
I want to be seen
I am after faith
I am after hope
I am after love
I am after dope

The jailer had too much to drink he was fast asleep by ten
I stole his keys and let myself out of the holding pen
Set out across the mountains, heading for the nearest port
I knew it wouldn’t be long until they filed a Missing Person’s Report

I stowed away on a schooner headed out at dawn
To match wits with the future and beat it with my brawn
We were somewhere near the Azores when a storm came up fast
Blew our sails to shreds and broke off both our masts

They found me in the cargo hold, pulled me out and sat me down
I pulled out my flask of gin and passed it around
Then someone said, “Hey I know you, I’ve seen your face before
Oh yeah, it was on that poster on the wall at the General Store.”

I made like I had to leave, but they said I had to stay
The ship began to founder, we all began to pray
They said they had to lose some weight or the ship would surely sink
So they threw me and my sins overboard into the drink

I was never much of a swimmer, but I paddled around
‘Till I heard the captain shouting, “My God, we’re all going down!”
And through the waves I saw the ship dive into the deep
The sea sucked me in it’s gaping grin where many fell asleep

And as the waves rolled over me the sky above was dark
I screamed, “Don’t call me Ishmael, don’t call me Joan of Arc
Don’t call me a survivor, don’t wish you’d died instead
And far above all else, don’t you dare call me dead”

today’s line calls for an increased chance clouded sun, popular indifference a shot of blood and a pint of hate sharks rising to the scent of the bait

when did love become hate’s favorite game and peace a way of staying sane children - collateral damage in our wars i wish that i could say it wasn’t my fault

water freezes this july
burning kisses fall from the sky
humanity sinks out of sight
the sun’s caresses give way to night

in africa the desert’s frozen
artic water boils to the yellow skies
noah’s ark is slowly sinking
this world we’ve blown is lost to our eyes

last night I heard the screaming
went outside to watch them fall from the sky
tonight I hear the screaming
of a world that’s not quite ready to die

it’s because we loved our children
it’s because we had to keep up with someone else
it’s because we need inventory
this is our final love song for the earth

it’s because we loved our children
it’s because we had to keep up with someone else
it’s because we need inventory
this is our final love song for the earth

We’ll all be fat and happy our children well bred
We’ll all be beautiful and modern, we’ll hae a place to lay our head
Cars will have wings and dogs won’t have fleas, in the Twentieth Century

When the iron curtain fell I was standing there
More surprised than I cared to admit

When the borders were closed I was sitting there opposed

When the verdict came down I was kneeling on the ground
My head in my hands

Asymetry
Sanctions

What is here and what is beyond

You can leave my failed aggression dangling

I know you have tried to hide your hatred
And I for my part have forgotten how much I love you

In life you sought illicit loves
Divorced future kings
Now you’re the “People’s Princess”. you’re
Flying on angelic wings

MLK
Malcolm
Jefferson

mordechai - spy
free - we

i am your spy
runaway train
photos
solitary - 12 yrs
mental insanity
sentinel for peace
whistle-blower - use parable
emperor’s clothes
little man - doesn’t see/hear

runaway train, he’s pulling the alarm