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Tuesday, July 04, 2006

"It's Time that I Moved On..."

the rest is silence

Purple Cat


The feeling's not the same,
In fact it's getting pretty tame,
It's just not that great anymore,

I guess I'll go outside
And flag a weasel for a ride,
And take it on down to the shore

Wallowing in fear,
The days and weeks that you're not here,
Was all the waiting in vain?

The day that you arrived
My sleeping monkey is revived,
But you sent him home on the train

Home on the train,
Why'd you send my monkey on a train?
The day that you arrived,
My sleeping monkey is revived,
But you sent him home on the train


Purple Cat


Lay down my dear brother, lay down and take your rest,
Won't you lay your head upon your savior's chest,
I love you all, but Jesus loves you the best
And we bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.

I would never ride, well, I would never ride (goodnight, goodnight)
But His rod and His staff, they comfort me (goodnight, goodnight)
Tell "A" for the ark, that wonderful boat (goodnight, goodnight)
Tell "B" for the beast at the ending of the wood (goodnight, goodnight)
You know it ate all the children when they wouldn't be good,
Walking in Jerusalem just like John (goodnight, goodnight)
I go walking in the valley of the shadow of death,
And we bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.

Thank You, and Goodnight... You've Been a Wonderful Audience...

"This is The End"

"the soldier being much too wise..."


soon you will not hear his voice


Vita sine honore vivere not est

Must be getting early
Clocks are running late
Paint by number morning sky
Looks so phony

Dawn is breaking everywhere
Light a candle, curse the glare
Draw the curtains
I don't care 'cause
It's all right

I will get by / I will get by
I will get by / I will survive

I see you've got your list out
Say your piece and get out
Yes I get the gist of it
but it's all right

Sorry that you feel that way
The only thing there is to say
Every silver lining's got a
Touch of grey

I will get by / I will get by
I will get by / I will survive

It's a lesson to me
The Ables and the Bakers and the C's
The ABC's we all must face
And try to keep a little grace

It's a lesson to me
The deltas and the east and the freeze
The ABC's we all think of
Try to give a little love.

I know the rent is in arrears
The dog has not been fed in years
It's even worse than it appears
but it's all right.

Cows giving kerosene
Kid can't read at seventeen
The words he knows are all obscene
but it's all right

I will get by / I will get by
I will get by / I will survive

The shoe is on the hand it fits
There's really nothing much to it
Whistle through your teeth and spit
cause it's all right.

Oh well a Touch Of Grey
Kind of suits you anyway.
That was all I had to say
It's all right.

I will get by / I will get by
I will get by / I will survive
We will get by / We will get by
We will get by / We will survive

Monday, July 03, 2006

He's Gone

Brokedown Palace
There's nothing you can hold for very long

All the years combine
they melt into a dream
A broken angel sings
from a guitar

In the end there's just a song
comes crying like the wind
through all the broken dreams
and vanished years

Stella Blue


When all the cards are down
there's nothing left to see
There's just the pavement left
and broken dreams
In the end there's still that song
comes crying like the wind
down every lonely street
that's ever been

Stella Blue

I've stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel
Can't win for trying
Dust off those rusty strings just
one more time
Gonna make em shine

It all rolls into one
and nothing comes for free
There's nothing you can hold
for very long



In the end there's still that song


And when you hear that song
come crying like the wind
it seems like all this life
was just a dream

Stella Blue

Grace

Broken Toy?


He' got the whole world in His hands

A pistol shot at 5 o'clock
The bells of heaven ring
"Tell me what you done it for"
"No I won't tell you a thing

"Yesterday I begged you
before I hit the ground -
all I leave behind me
is only what I found


"If you can abide it
let the hurdy-gurdy play -
Stranger ones have come by here
before they flew away

"I will not condemn you
nor yet would I deny"
"I would ask the same of you
but failing
will not die

"Take up your china doll
it's only fractured -
and just a little nervous
from the fall"

Sunday, July 02, 2006

When in Doubt, Spin


Box of Rain


Are You My Friend?

Now somewhere between the plastic dog ear flaps of the kitchen screen door
Rests a little gypsy moth, it got burned out from the war
It was a big one, the war that is, it was a Sunday afternoon
The gypsy was held prisoner by the screen door from the moon

Now somewhere between the dog food and the moth in the kitchen screen door
I fell in love with the gypsy, so I signed up for the war
It was a big one, the moth that is, she was the size of a baby raccoon
I pulled down the plastic prison walls and we danced in the light of the moon

Well she knows nothing at all about life
Now she knows everything about living
She knows nothing at all about life
Yeah, she knows everything about living

She dipped and swirled and dove and twirled
And danced in celebration
We won the war of the kitchen screen door
And the gypsy’s liberation

It was a big one, the victory, and the sun gave way to the moon
Well we got drunk and she thanked me, and then we drank all afternoon

Now somewhere between the back porch and the yellowed light of the moon
which widow even wanders on a Sunday night in June
It was a big one, the spider that is, and she never even batted an eye
The gypsy flew into her web and uhh…

You know, sometimes it might be difficult to walk the street blind when you’re half in the bag and three sheets to the wind so to speak… but to fly?

Well she knows nothing at all about life
Now she knows everything about living
She knows nothing at all about life
Yeah, she knows everything about living


Do You Have a Backstage Pass?

Second Set

I Shall be Released


I wish I was a headlight on a North bound train

Look for awhile at the China Cat Sunflower
proud-walking jingle in the midnight sun
Copper-dome Bodhi drip a silver kimono
like a crazy-quilt stargown
through a dream night wind

Krazy Kat peeking through a lace bandana
like a one-eyed Cheshire
like a diamond-eye Jack
A leaf of all colors plays
a golden string fiddle
to a double-e waterfall over my back

Comic book colors on a violin river
crying Leonardo words
from out a silk trombone
I rang a silent bell
beneath a shower of pearls
in the eagle wing palace
of the Queen Chinee

I know you, rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone;
I know you, rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone;
Gonna miss your baby, from rolling in your arms.

Laid down last night, Lord, I could not take my rest;
Laid down last night, Lord, I could not take my rest;
My mind was wandering like the wild geese in the West.

The Sun will shine in my back door someday.
The Sun will shine in my back door someday.
March winds will blow all my troubles away.

I wish I was a headlight, on a North bound train;
I wish I was a headlight, on a North bound train;
I'd shine my light through cool Colorado rain.

I know you, rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone;
I know you, rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone;
Gonna miss your baby, from rolling in your arms.
 

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