Lyrics  1983  -­‐  2011  

Ari  Gold  

 The Aftershock In the morning just after dawn That’s when it always comes on Like a teardrop that won’t be born That’s where you’ve gone That’s where you’ve gone I got a whole lot of drivin’ And even much more livin’ Down the windin’ road I’m sorry for the goodbye But in time I will be fine And the blue sky with the sun still shinin’ bright The horizon down over the ocean The seasonal revolvin’ and the changes go on and on so catch me smilin’ from the sweetness of my pain in the pourin’ rain It’s the poundin’ of the waves into those hollowed out caves That keeps me searchin’ on Yeah, that’s what keeps me searchin’ on. So, in the morning just after dawn That’s when it always comes on Like a teardrop that won’t be born That’s where you’ve gone That’s where you’ve gone

Anthill Blues Losing in the rat race Jumping into my face Clinging to a lifeline Walking on a fine dime Looking for some me time Holding down a wind chime Way to keep your head alive Give yourself a high five Attitude adjustment Hoping just to make rent Paying the bill for free will Slaving on the ant hill Plaster on a new face Digging in the same place Waste not want not Taking it ‘fore the roots rot Dipping in the old well Banging on the school bell Spitting out the same rhyme Gearing up for game time Try to work the problem Proud to know we got one Paying the bill for free will Slaving on the ant hill Tighten up your shoelace Launching into outer space Call it in-- wear it thin Lighten up the load again Fill ‘er up and clean it out What the hell’s it all about Do it up and go long Sing it in a dumb song Stack ‘em up end to end Send it round the bend Paying the bill for free will Slaving on the ant hill

Being Alone I’m sifting back Searching through the wreckage Trying to decide where you belonged And I tried to Write it all down Before it fades away No time for regrets No time for recriminations No time for needless bitterness No time to write it all down before it gets too far away Some things she said shocked me Other things she said Got right through to me I don’t have to worry about being alone Cuz I find enough time to spend By myself I owe these words to Someone else’s mouth To a time gone by in history No time to write it all down Before it happens again

Belief I believe in the color of your eyes I believe in the blood in my veins I believe in yesterday’s news and I believe in us And I know it’s not important That we agree but I know it’s better If we agree On what we believe I believe in time and space I believe in the nose on my face I believe in water cause it tastes so good I believe in exercising my free will And I know it’s not important That we believe the same things But it’s better if we agree On what we believe I have conviction that our love is real I feel it each and every day I see the lights surrounding me and I know they’re true, they’re so true They pick me up when I feel lonely and blue I believe in not believing I believe in the beating of my heart I believe in having a dream I believe in the strings of my guitar I believe in leaving no trace I believe in waiting my turn I believe in letting out my feelings I believe in you

Bloody River What you gonna do now that you believe the lies are true? What you gonna do when they come a callin' on you? How much will you risk just to feel a little safer? Hang it on the line, boys Hang it out to dry Hang it on the line cuz I ain't walking in that bloody river I say that all we need to fear now is fear itself I say I ain't worrying about another man's wealth I say when we go, we'll all be goin' together Hang it on the line, boys Hang it out to dry Hang it on the line cuz I ain't walking in that bloody river What do we expect living on the edge of a knife? I'll put my hand on my heart and pledge allegiance to my life We can stand alone or get it together Hang it on the line, boys Hang it out to dry Hang it on the line cuz I ain't walking in that bloody river

Busride Write your name on the window It’s not so good to look down Slipping backwards into the fog And we’re singing all the old songs Don’t stand up while it’s moving Go ahead and sleep if you can Do you want to try on my glasses? It’s getting very hard to see That we’re creeping towards heaven I tell you this feeling is real The curves twisting in the road The rolling of the wheels Put your faith in the driver Put your trust in the road Put your faith in the driver And stare out the window Out in the country Right between the lines Writing your name As it melts in the sun Take me away from The usual routine Be perfectly silent We’re getting to the railroad tracks Put your faith in the driver Put your trust in the road Put your faith in the driver And stare out the window

Comfortable You’re too comfortable You’ve got a bubble for a brain To think of anything deeper than your favorite TV show Is such a strain You’re too comfortable Nothing seems to penetrate The substance of this conversation is far too great When you hear that civilization hangs in the balance Your ears cannot take all the weight What you have left of your life to devote Is where the hell you left your precious remote…control You’re too comfortable To wake up now would squelch your perfect bliss You’re too comfortable Give us a kiss You’re too comfortable You’ve consumed it all You even ate your own couch potato But that problem seems so small Down the drain rubber ducky feels the pain it’s mildly insane that… You’re too comfortable

Deep Down Love I saw her as a rich girl it was symptomatic of the judgments that I made so I did my best to rodeo the attraction that was laid down that night And watching her reaction it only made it worse the grace style and beauty verses the money in her purse gave me a chill—or was it a thrill? I need a real, a real deep down love, all I really want to have is a real deep down love Later on I went out walking, talking with my head, trying to convince myself that getting into bed with her was all it was Well, living with the fact that the timing wasn’t right, coupled with the notion that my needs just might be leading me astray wasn’t easy So, I shouted for the bottle and then clamored for the pen and then passed out in a stupor having almost drunk my feelings to death I need a real, a real deep down love, all I really want to have is a real deep down love So she drives me round in the car and sweetly tries to hide pretending that the safest place is the dollhouse inside her mind and forgetting that we all need a real deep down love

Doesn’t Make a Sound Rabbit’s in the field Running from the sun Fox is on the prowl again And the chase has just begun Hunter goes to blow his horn But the damn thing can’t be found Rabbit done dug his hole And the planet turns around Planet turns around boys, Planet turns around Night creeps up proud again And it doesn’t make a sound, gals It doesn’t make a sound Farmer’s on the line He’s singing for his mom Mom’s gone for a walkabout And another day is gone Farmer’s got a wife And she’s counting up the cost Holed up in her corner office But she just can’t shake the boss Just can’t shake the boss, boys You just can’t shake the boss Don’t be walkin’ in no jagged lines You just can’t shake the boss, gals You just can’t shake the boss Every rabbit has to run And fox he’s got to chase Hound dog gets to his bone But the whole thing goes to waste The hunter and the farmer They keep ol’ rabbit down The boss walks a straightened line Like the rabbit in the ground Rabbit’s in the ground boys, Rabbit’s in the ground Night creeps up mighty proud And it doesn’t make a sound, gals It doesn’t make a sound

Driveby Shooting Go get a gun It’s really much too easy Just give ‘em the ID And they hand it right to me Watch that driveby Watch that driveby shooting Grab a few lawn chairs Plop them on downstairs Trot them out on the street there And crack a round of cold beers Watch that driveby Watch that driveby shooting Bill and Nancy getting a divorce it’s never that simple They’re having a few problems Dividing up Watch that driveby Watch that driveby shooting Bill’s got no job He’s got a national debt It keeps piling up He wishes he was dead Watch that driveby Watch that driveby shooting Some people got no heart Some people got no head Some people got no money Some people got no bread Some people got no feeling some people lost their thread some people got no reason cus they’re already dead Watch that driveby Watch that driveby shooting Take a walk downtown Chance upon a stranger Look ‘em in they eye They’ll look right through you Watch that driveby Watch that driveby shooting

Foggy Summer Evening We sat on her porch And talked for so long I knew it’d be hard For me to move on And I wished for a sign So I looked up in the heavens like I sometimes will The air was clear not a bit of a chill And there was nothing there for me to see Because time don’t mean a thing On a foggy summer evening Time don’t mean a thing On a foggy summer evening Well, I told her All about crazy Manuel He has no money and He looks like hell I thought he was chasing his tail She started in about Grandma Jane They moved her from Queens And bought her a chain That they tied her down with In Chicago

Then we told each other what our mothers say and do and all about the misery our fathers put us through but I guess that we’re still standing For all the tea in China I didn’t want it to stop Though it only was a skip and a hop to my door To my front door Time don’t mean a thing On a foggy summer evening Time don’t mean a thing On a foggy summer evening She held me in conversation so close I looked right into the sound of her voice AndI thought How sweet it is I said goodnight I squeezed her tight Everything went that way alright And then I rode off on my bike I rode off into the night Because time don’t mean a thing On a foggy summer evening Time don’t mean a thing On a foggy summer evening

For Its Own Hey, ho, fol de rol is everywhere you go Trouble hides in all its awkward places Speaks in special whispers and over the phone Swear it has a life of its own You’d swear it had a life of its own Just like the that, the die is cast, the story unfolds Can’t believe my eyes didn’t see it coming It’s all over my face at the table with somebody very old Swears he has a life of his own He swears he has a life of his own Spin your dials, spin your wheels Ain’t nothing out there but the way you feel Keep knockin’ me over, I don’t care I don’t always think that fate is real Never wants to leave you alone But it’s never really there when you need it I hope its not draped around my neck Taking my like for its own Taking my like for its own If I put it away will it stay that way? I never could really buy myself an answer Gone is the pain and wit it the shame That took on a life of its own It took on a life of its own Spin your dials, spin your wheels Ain’t nothing out there but the way you feel Keep knockin’ me over, I don’t care I don’t always think that fate is real

Hey, ho, fol de rol is everywhere you go Trouble hides in all its awkward places Speaks in special whispers and over the phone Swear it has a life of its own You’d swear it had a life of its own

Free Life Life without guilt Said the priest As he swirled the brandy in his glass Napoleon would be Proud of me As he turned around to face The past Without the family ties That roots you in the dirt There’s a certain misery But even harder is to find A life that is truly free It wasn’t me Cried the sacrificial lamb This cannot be part of The plan No doubt Said the prideful lion Who was holding destiny In his hands Wash yourself in holy waters Make yourself out to be clean But even harder is to find A life that is truly free Get a load of me Yelled the brazen monkey He was singing from Tree to tree You an animal Shouted Chairman Mao He never made it with anyone anyhow There’s nothing more exquisite Then a well-crafted apology But even harder is to find The life that is truly free

Funny Little Victim Funny little victim Sitting all alone Do you wonder when the world Will call you home Little victim Happy little victim An easy bulls-eye And they gather round Their little toy surprise Little victim When the mouse sleeps in the lion’s claws When the bait is snapped up in the waiting jaws You’re not even sure if there is a Santa Claus You’re a victim Convenient little victim It’s always someone’s fault The world is cruel, and you’re a fool But you never will be caught When you’re a victim Cursed little victim With no one left to blame Suffer without shame The nobility of pain The kingdom has a king And it’s always the same When you’re a victim When the mouse sleeps in the lion’s claws When the bait is snapped up in the waiting jaws There’s no such thing as f—king Santa Claus You’re a victim

Goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Goodbye old friend I never hoped that it would end And now all I can send Is my goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye I hope you’re doing fine The lamb lies down with the sword And I leave you with one word Goodbye I never knew you as a person I only listened to a voice That told me love is strong And that it was OK to rejoice even When you know the world can be wrong Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye You sang me my lullabies I hung your picture on my wall I sung all your words when I was small Now that is all goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye A flower in the sand Slipping through my hand It was just a rock n roll band But it’s so hard to say goodbye

I’m Afraid Please try and pay attention My temper is not OK I have all the responsibility but few of the rewards Maybe I ought to just switch seats Maybe I ought to just shut up I’ve got a hole in my head they can’t see I have no friends in high places I’m afraid there is such a thing I’m afraid there is such a thing I’m afraid there is such a thing As a dumb question I just heard one I’m in love with coffee I wish I could go to Europe Please put that away They’ve been drawing pictures of me And it came down yesterday I saw it in my box All of the plans are underway I’ll deal with it at the meeting I’m afraid there is such a thing I’m afraid there is such a thing I’m afraid there is such a thing As a dumb question I just heard one My temper is not OK I’ve got a hole in my head they can’t see I wish I could go to Europe I’ll deal with it at the meeting I’m afraid there is such a thing I’m afraid there is such a thing I’m afraid there is such a thing As a dumb question I just heard one

Imageman What you see is what you get I got a smile and a private jet So kick back, relax, drink another six-pack Cuz you ain’t seen nothing yet I’m the image, I’m the imageman If you want to believe in me, just hold out your hands I see you like my autograph You want it on the back of my photograph Nothing seems to take you aback Like all I am is a hologram I’m the image, I’m the imageman If you want to believe in me, I know you can I can pretend to have the answers And I can make believe to know the way You’re gonna help me cuz It’s what you want It’s the image game we love to play Play with your image, imageman If you want to believe in me, just hold out your hands I’m the image, I’m the imageman If you want to believe in me, I know that you can

In the Rain When your faith has been tested The foundation on which your life rested The truth about the lies you invested The need for comfort and avoidance of pain Stand out in the rain When your soul cries out for a drenching When you cut your teeth from the clenching When the thirst walks a mile for a quenching When you find that it’s all a crying shame Stand out in the rain In the rain you’ll stand all alone Under the glow of the stars that shone In the rain draw near into the fear Of knowing that there’s no way home When it’s slammed into perspective Take a look you’re sad and dejected You’re hearing has become weak and selective You can’t even call it by a name Stand out in the rain

It Might Be Good I -- heard it in my own head You -- saw it there instead It might be good It might be good I – have nothing You – need even less It might be good Or that’s bad I guess For some silly reason I won’t give up I have to keep going and Never stop because it might be good You and me – across all time Me and you – still as one It might be good You never know For some silly reason I won’t give up I have to keep on going and Never stop because it might be good

Lithium and Vinegar I get my fill Send me the bill Twisted in the mirror that is myself I call you later from the elevator on my way up to mental health It’s a medication a meditation perseverance, preservation I’m readin’ about Screaming phone lines You had all the moans, now c’mon give me the whines You say your mood is blue there’s nothin’ no one can do I’m paralyzed, I’m a cripple With absolutely nothin’ I can do Free him, free me Show us a way never a child never at play written as prescription bottled up as memory and labeled on the very first day It’s your mother’s fault And daddy never cared Did you raise your voice? Did you ever dare? You turned it on me at a tender age Now I stare through your bars at a comfortable cage The shame of what the years have done to you They pocket your soul and they damage what is true I’m left shaking scratching at the night I’m broken and shattered baby now I lost the fight

London Town In London Town It’s always raining down In London Town It’s always pouring down In London Town People running around Well you might not like it that way You might have something to say In London Town People there from all over the place You might recognize yourself in someone’s face You may hit the wall in the human race If you don’t like it that way well then You just shouldn’t stay In London Town Come out of the ground Come out of yourself The hole in the clouds is dragging you down To London Town In London Town It’s always raining down In London Town It’s always pouring down In London Town People running around Well, the rules have their reason And I still find it pleasing In London Town Well, the rules have their reason And I don’t know what season it’s In London Town

The Look in Her Eyes Standing on the boardwalk Lost in your own thoughts Suddenly he is there Try to avoid him You could destroy him Hide your face in your hands He’s walking toward you He could ignore you He sees the look in your eyes You are not strangers But there’s still danger Something has changed inside Lost in the darkness Of your awareness It’s like your feelings have died When you awaken You’ll be mistaken It will have left you behind At the injunction You state your function But the verdict remains At the indictment Filled with excitement It just all sounds the same The rain is falling Someone is calling To see the look in your eyes Your hands are drying

The tears you’re crying Soon will all subside The contradictions Don’t seem to whisper A comforting word And then you’ll wonder About the thunder Or something else that you heard Look at the storefront inside the window Do you know who that is? It could be a friend there It could be a stranger It could be the look in your eyes But keep on walking Past those windows Out in the ice and snow The sun is shining It’s like your climbing To come up from below Under a treetop At the bus top Update the memory in your mind When you awaken You’ll be mistaken You will have left it behind

Love Always Has the Last Word When they’ve robbed you of your reason And stripped you of your throne The night has filched the light And carved you to the bone When hope has taken flight and Choked the song from every bird Will you look at me and finally see Love always has the last word When we’ve reached the peak of silence Bereft of sad lament When our tongues can heave no more In muted permanence Our conscience has grown weary Our souls stand on the verge Bend your ear and listen here for Love always has the last word There is no escaping the scraping and the stinging of the bees The scattering and the shattering and the The falling on your knees So when the hour is upon you And the time has gone by fast The now that you cherish so It slips into the past Still there is no relenting or Repenting I have heard Only firmness in the grasp Love always has the last word

Love is a Rainstorm Love is a rainstorm after so long with no rain and Love is the sunshine after waking up from the darkest night and I'm so glad after so long after so long that you're still here when Love comes to kiss my face it puts me right back in my place and Love helps me to believe in Love and know just how to Love and I'm so glad after so long after so long that you're still here because Love is a rainstorm after so long with no rain

Marlene on my Mind She was just a friend of mine She said that till the end Of time She walked along the starry beach all of it just out of reach Marlene on my mind Down the walk and through ravines She twisted up inside the scenes Of all her growing things and vines She rarely let herself entwine She never said goodbye Lost among the fire ants The shallow lines at hollow slants It made me laugh and follow blind I drank it in and began again For all I had and what I left behnd Marlene on my mind

Master of the Obvious I think it’s a disaster I did it myself All I really know is that I don’t really know Lately shadows on the wall remind me about me that’s the way it goes when you’re trying to get something said I’m straightening the lines trying to get things clear gathering up what’s near and what still so far away Weaving it all together into what I ‘m just about to say You know that’s the way it goes when you’re trying to get something said Master of the obvious tell us what we already know Yes I can believe it then again no I don’t think so I go dancing around the subject and now I‘m toying with the idea Weighing out the options and choosing for myself Pausing for a moment to ... collect my… thoughts You know that’s the way it goes when you’re trying to get something said. Master of the obvious tell us what we already know Yes I can believe it then again no I don’t think so Yes I can believe it then again no I don’t think so Yes I can believe it then again no I don’t think so Yes I can believe it then again no I don’t think so

New Caledonia I had this dream It rose like steam The clouds broke on the Tip of the wings There was nothing In particular but the palm fronds And the waves on the White beach sands Of New Caledonia I’m on my way to you It’s like this every day Of every one of us Staring through the walls Of ourselves With no particular direction only the hope of the dream rising in the distance Of New Caledonia I’m on my way to you It’s when I feel like this That I miss the bliss In your kiss from the lips Of the dream that haunts My open eyes as I stand Waving my hands On the runway To New Caledonia I’m on my way to you

Patsy I'll never see Playa Venao I still can't figure out how they just set me up and threw me away 17 years and nothing to say a perfect fall guy no one will believe I've got a hundred aces up and down my sleeve Just a tin soldier kept up on the shelf I'll see you sitting in the front row of hell Call me a trafficker, a racketeer A big martyr can take it up the rear I dance when you tell me to dance Pack me up and ship me off to Paris, France I'm a perfect fall guy that no one will believe I've got a hundred aces up and down my sleeve I'll miss my home in my presidential cell I'll see you sitting in the front row of hell I live for today I get on my knees and pray to Jesus he's my main man I hope he’s cool enough to understand I never killed nobody with my own hands Prisoner of war and war is hell Watchin' plasma TV in my prison cell I'm just a cover-up, a patsy that is all Lee Harvey Oswald right on my wall a perfect fall guy no one could believe I've got a hundred aces up and down my sleeve

Stuck in the bottom of a hundred foot well I'll see you sitting in the front row of hell

Prayer Time Like a blind man Can’t understand What’s there to see What’s down here For me Plague Something so vague Impossibly sweet Existing on air And something To eat Dirt Covers my skin Again and again Knows no remorse Taking its course Runs over me Mind No more of your kind Roughly entwined Cast out your light To help see me right At last Hope To you I devote All that I wrote Guarding your flame Please do the same For my soul Light I cling to your plight Well that we might As dark as we are We come from the stars

Love Anchor my world Where I was hurled Shine as the heat Bitter and sweet At home

Profound So you want to be profound When times are more profound than you And you think looking down is so cool When we’re all looking down On you These are the days of yore In times of world war When you’re grasping at straws And gasping at it all And you want to know it all When you don’t know a thing At all So you’re making it big While playing a gig at the mall Do you hear the knock at the door Bracing yourself for the war And you’re reaching your dream As you silently scream Yes it all eludes you so neatly And you wanted to hold it so dear The changes uproot your Illusions of truth and you feel that the end is so near

Say What Say what you mean and mean what you say Say what you do and do what you mean Life’s passing by and it’s just like a dream So let’s do all the things we say Before it gets too late Before we hesitate To want what we have and have what we want Say what you mean and mean what you say Say what you do and do what you mean Have what I give and give what I have What I feel is all that remains Be what I feel and know it’s real The rest goes right down the drain Before it gets too late Before we hesitate To want what we have and have what we want Say what you mean and mean what you say Say what you do and do what you mean Love all we do and do what we love It’s all that I can really be thinking of Be here and now cuz there’s nowhere else to be Than to say and want and do and have and be Before it gets too late Before we hesitate To want what we have and have what we want Say what you mean and mean what you say Say what you do and do what you mean

Sincere Folk Song Once I wrote this Very sincere folk song It was about right and wrong And also about war and peace and also greed And money It was about death and life and also about… freedom I wrote my Overly sincere folk song Using clever metaphors About opening and closing doors About shiny metal objects that are really symbols For the way we fall so short of our ideals And how that’s just like the game of baseball Played on a crimson field of love Which is more like our backyard. After I analyzed my Cleverly sincere folk song I saw that it was kind of a tirade Or like a jilted lover’s rant So I decided to deflate it of its meaning and turn it into… A chant Li li li li li (etc.) When I thought I was done with my Overly sincere folksong I realized that I was being too real I had finally said exactly how I feel It was made more intense by the solo I played On my handmade glockenspiel I knew it was making history when I forgot to write it down because I couldn’t find a pen sing Li li li li li (etc.)

Slow Motion Slow Motion I want you to sneak up on me Slow Motion C’mon and tug at my sleeve When I feel like I’m spinning my head And all I see is the future I want you to drag me back Slowmotionally Slow Motion C’mon and hold my breath I’ve got no notion Of one life with many deaths When I feel like I’ve settled in To a predictable routine I want you to do your Slow Motion To me Slow Motion I’ll let you be my best friend Slow Motion If you think you can catch me I’ve run around while you laughed at me I went all the places that I didn’t want to be Now all I want is for you to take me Slow Motion

Sly Little Smile I see you with your sly little smile I gotta say I like your style I wanna know your next big adventure Do you want me to read a book Do you want me to give you a look Do you want me to chase you around the house? Do you want me to go and hide Do you want me to stay alive I know you’ll be here for awhile Yes I do It’s all about dogs and planes And the whistle of the evenin’ train These are your areas of interest Do you want me to read a book Do you want me to give you a look Do you want me to mix up in your business? Do you want me to go and hide Do you want me to stay alive I know you’ll be here for awhile Yes I do Hold onto my hand in the parking lot Put on just what you think you’ve got You are the best dressed one of us Do you want to read me a book Do you want to give me a look Do you want me to call us on the phone? Do you want me to go and hide Do you want me to stay alive I know you’ll be here for awhile Yes I do

Song for Tobin Have you learned to weep from happiness? Do you have the courage to cry? Is your heart strong enough to bend in half? Are you soft enough never to lie? Have you figured out that hope itself depends On nothing more than tenderness? And do you feel the light come shining in The dark of your wilderness? Oh baby, don’t you know I’ll cradle you In the warmth of my human hands Yours is the mystery I hoped for all my life To try to understand Can you wait for hate to be out of breath And when love doesn’t have to beg or steal? Is your determination great enough to Make my simple dream be real? Do you realize that all love is the Flowering of joy That nothing come from it can Ever be lost or destroyed Oh baby, don’t you know I’ll cradle you In the warmth of my human hands Yours is the mystery I hoped for all my life To try to understand

Stay Home Daddy When I was young Thought I was well hung Had a story to tell and You might as well listen Wouldn’t miss it for The world Stay home Daddy fun to lie on the floor Stay home Daddy It’ll be OK Kiss you on the forehead Put you to bed Stay home Daddy Knows the way I went to school Belly flopped in the pool Nothing makin’ me stay Drove all night in a drive away Wouldn’t miss it for the World Stay home Daddy Read the same book again Stay home Daddy It’ll be alright Kiss you on the forehead Put you to bed Stay home Daddy Is outta sight Didn’t have plan got my lazy ass canned Spent the night Sleeping in a big orange van Wouldn’t miss it for the world Stay home Daddy Rock my baby to sleep Stay home Daddy It’ll be fine Kiss you on the forehead

Put you to bed Stay home Daddy Right on time Pleasure principle Drove me to distraction Now I mow the lawn Sing this stupid song Long morning slips into Afternoon Long afternoon slips into Night Stay home Daddy fun to lie on the floor Stay home Daddy It’ll be OK Kiss you on the forehead Put you to bed Stay home Daddy Knows the way

Talk to Me I took myself down to the shadows and I skulked around there long enough to remind myself of all my favorite fears it was a story I told myself to believe Talk to me Talk to me Talk to the wilderness Inside of me I guess I needed to believe this I needed it so badly A vivid story told with such conviction I could not shake its snaky grasp Though I know I tore holes in me and you The things that hold our life together You refused to be moved by the drama in me You told me it would be OK, yes you did It is here in this hellish place that I come to seek this treasure chest of pain I’ve been here now so many times but I don’t know why I come back again and again

Teenage Angel Skateboard wheels Scrape the sidewalk As each day turns for looks that kill I would die in your eyes When you came down the hill Teenage angel Hold on to that face Stars in the matinee Just as long as It won’t fade Fade away It’s a dirty world With all its cheap promises Padlocks Waiting to jail Your every desire your every whim You won’t play like that Not the Teenage angel Crooked halo Resting in its place Float in space and pray not to Fade away Try as I might to ride along The rusty blade frays the knotted rope In a cloud of Someone’s crazy life I saw the skateboard wheels Of the Teenage angel Assigning blame From jaded wings Nothing is ever meant to Fade away

There Are These Days There are these days I wish I was some kind of soul singer With all the heart and cool just like Etta James But with none of the hardship and oppression There are these days There are these times in which I dream I was a rich old man With a long Cadillac and a bucket of champagne But with none of the narcissism and the neurotic strain There are these days There are these days In these times For which I’d gladly leave myself behind I’d trade myself in for a gallant disguise There are these days In these times There are these days I wish I was a lion roaming on the plain Like the ones I see in those slick outdoor magazines But without the flies in the eyes or the hunters on the scene There are these days There comes a moment that stirs up my brain When I realize I’m trapped inside my frame It’s the way I’m meant to be and I guess it’s all the same There are these days

Thirty Finding something in a room Somewhere far away It’s very hard to do this When I feel so anxious I’ll probably just give up Then there’s you you wonderful you And everyday tenderness You know that when I worry I really worry I worry a lot Don’t get your hands dirty Go on and leave the mess Get out the shovel And dig yourself In your soul Finding all of my friends In smiling perfect posing pictures I used to wish that I could see them Remember all their names I remember you you beautiful you And everyday tenderness You know that when I worry I really worry I worry a lot Let me help you I think I know something Get out your shovel And dig yourself In your soul

Weatherman Weatherman, don’t let it rain I’m tired of having to explain Out on the road, wind a blowin’ I’m just wondering when I will return Strangers’ faces at endless places My head held high, my spirits fly When I’m out on the road Politician man, what do you say? I’m not sure that I understand Here is a dime go call your mother I’m just wondering when I will return Dark Morning skies and sleepless eyes I see the lines as cars pass me by When I’m out on the road Policeman, will you arrest me? I’m just standing here looking at my feet My hands are cold, my face is freezing I’m just wondering when I will return

What Where Who Woke up Sunday morning What did I see? A face that was once But now it isn’t me I look in the mirror What do I really see? Someone is looking back and he wants so much to be free Maybe it was a lack of somehow Or an abundance of what where who I don’t know now I don’t know I got a feeling my dreams will come true Why were you crying All of those tears? Are you still living locked up inside all your fears? I reach out to touch you There’s something not right Too much uncertainty that It could be maybe might Might as well have been a lack of somehow Or an abundance of what where who I don’t know now I don’t know I got a feeling my dreams will come true

What Would It Be Like? What would it be like For us to fly to Pluto What would it be like It would take a lot of years What would it be like For us to fly to Venus I don’t think that I have that kind of time What would it be like For me to hold your hand What would it be like For me to rough up your hair It would be like a flower in the wind That’s just exactly what it would be like What would it be like For all the creatures in the ocean To gather together have a meeting down there Who would go first and who would Set the agenda I sure wish that we could be there What would it be like For us to fly to Pluto? What would it be like It would take a lot of years What would it be like For us to fly to Venus? I think we should leave tonight

You Might Be Galileo When your eyes deceived you And no one around believed you Your mouth sounded out heresy Stray not from your prophecy When they put you in a hole And they ripped apart your soul and they threatened to tear you limb from limb I wanted to be just like him Now we rely on your eyes And retrieve you For there’s no better way than The night and the day that pleased you When you looked through your senses betrayed all your lenses And saw the naked truth I wanted to be just like you Trial by fire finds your guilty mind The thirst for the church leaves them faithless and blind the answers to the cold universe keep you going when you know it will only get worse Earth around the sun Known by everyone If you’re never having fun You might be Galileo Put it in its place It’s all in outer space What’s inside of your mind Might be Galileo

You Used To Dead on the bed like Marilyn Monroe It would all be over by thirty-four Took me dancing round the maypole we were naked You swore to me we’d stay hardcore You used to… you used to… you used to… you used to… Now I don’t know you anymore You fought the revolution in our heads taught me how to break away from all the chains Brought me all the marbles in a plastic bag Made damn sure that I never got too sane I used to… I used to… I used to… I used to… Now I don’t owe you anymore iPhone, spandex and danskin leotard Battle makeup, SUV and manicured backyard You rolled a bowling ball across the stage Cowboy boots and short skirts on parade Tea leave parties 2 AM were all the rage We dreamed together and we thought we had it made We used to… we used to… we used to… we used to… Now I don’t get us anymore