Crazy ways are evident
In the way you're wearing your clothes
Sippin' booze is precedent
As the evening starts to glow

You're always saying that there's something wrong,
I'm starting to believe it's your plan all along.

Death came around, forced to hear its song,
And know tomorrow can't be depended on.

all my friends are indians
all my friends are brown and red, spoonman
all my friends are skeletons
they beat the rhythm with their bones
spoonman

It's love that leaves and breaks
The seal of always thinking you would be
Real happy and healthy,
Strong and calm.
Where does the good go?
Where does the good go?

Oh let the sun beat down upon my face,
Stars fill my dreams.
I am a traveller of both time and space...

(Zeppelin for the fekking win!)

Have you seen your mother girl?
Has she gone away?
Gone away and found the pearl
But the price she paid
Gone
When you wake in the morning
Gone
When you find that theres no one sleeping
Gone
Pretty penny was her name
She was loved and we all will miss her

look through me because I am transparent

Like its the last hello
Whirlwinds and rollercoasters
Long grass making shapes hello
Disappearing, disappearing floating graves

I'm having trouble sleeping,
I'm punch-drunk and I need to find a way back home,
It'd be a miracle if you'd oblige.

I will survive.
On this island I am stuck,
Could you correct my crooked luck tonight?

Du gør mig høj
Du den eneste
Den eneste der tar mig til stjernerne
Med dig er jeg ikk alene

You know I'd stay, but I just can't stand it.

Straight from the colors of her dream

What do you mean I'm not kind? I'm just not your kind!

(Now that right there, is an awesome, awesome lyric.)

Whilst in the aisle, the mad man smiles,
To him it matters least.

Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air
Can't live can't breathe with no air
That's how I feel when I know you ain't there
There's no air no aaaair!

A bunch of lonesome and very quarrelsome heroes
were smoking out along the open road;
the night was very dark and thick between them,
each man beneath his ordinary load.
"I'd like to tell my story,"
said one of them so young and bold,
"I'd like to tell my story,
before I turn into gold."
But no one really could hear him,
the night so dark and thick and green;
well I guess that these heroes must always live there
where you and I have only been.
Put out your cigarette, my love,
you've been alone too long;
and some of us are very hungry now
to hear what it is you've done that was so wrong.

I sing this for the crickets,
I sing this for the army,
I sing this for your children
and for all who do not need me.
"I'd like to tell my story,"
said one of them so bold,
"Oh yes, I'd like to tell my story
'cause you know I feel I'm turning into gold."

In fear every day, every evening,
He calls her aloud from above,
Carefully watched for a reason,
Painstaking devotion and love,
Surrendered to self preservation,
From others who care for themselves.
A blindness that touches perfection,
But hurts just like anything else.

Isolation, isolation, isolation.

Mother I tried please believe me,
I'm doing the best that I can.
I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through,
I'm ashamed of the person I am.

Isolation, isolation, isolation.

But if you could just see the beauty,
These things I could never describe,
These pleasures a wayward distraction,
This is my one lucky prize.

Isolation, isolation, isolation, isolation, isolation.

Set sails for the future,
Head on into the night.

The stories of the street are mine,the Spanish voices laugh.
The Cadillacs go creeping now through the night and the poison gas,
and I lean from my window sill in this old hotel I chose,
yes one hand on my suicide, one hand on the rose.
I know you've heard it's over now and war must surely come,
the cities they are broke in half and the middle men are gone.
But let me ask you one more time, O children of the dusk,
All these hunters who are shrieking now oh do they speak for us?

And where do all these highways go, now that we are free?
Why are the armies marching still that were coming home to me?
O lady with your legs so fine O stranger at your wheel,
You are locked into your suffering and your pleasures are the seal.

The age of lust is giving birth, and both the parents ask
the nurse to tell them fairy tales on both sides of the glass.
And now the infant with his cord is hauled in like a kite,
and one eye filled with blueprints, one eye filled with night.

O come with me my little one, we will find that farm
and grow us grass and apples there and keep all the animals warm.
And if by chance I wake at night and I ask you who I am,
O take me to the slaughterhouse, I will wait there with the lamb.

With one hand on the hexagram and one hand on the girl
I balance on a wishing well that all men call the world.
We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky,
and lost among the subway crowds I try to catch your eye.

You lay awake in the night just staring at the ceiling above,
Pulling pieces of it out, it's such a waste of time.
Keep on trying to remember that so nothing will be lost in the end,
Then you burn, burn, burn your life down.

Na na na diva is the female version of a hustla
of a hustla
of a of a hustla


It's stuck in my head.

but these are days we dream about when the sunlight paints us gold
and this apartment could not be prettier as we danced up there alone
this tv is old, the color is fucked,
do you see the difference in the shades?
but the green is still close to green, my love
and i believe we are the same

I wrote a four word letter... with post-script in crooked lines,
"Though I'd lived I'd never been alive."
And you know who I am... you held my hem as I traveled blind,
Listening to the whispering in my ear, soft but getting stronger,
Telling me the only purpose of my being here is to stay a bit longer.
Stealing a bicycle chain as the handlebars crashed to the ground,
And the back wheel detached from the frame, it kept rolling, yeah,
But aimlessly drifting around.

Maxwell Edison, majoring in medicine,
Calls her on the phone,
"Can I take you to out to the pictures, Joan?"

But as she's getting ready to go,
A knock comes on the door.

Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer came down on her head,
Clang! Clang! Maxwell's silver hammer made sure she was dead.

Hey, could you stand another drink,
Better when I don't think,
It seems to get me through.

Say, d'ya wanna spin another line,
Like we had a good time,
Not that I need proof.

Swell, we're living in a hotel,
Someone's ringing my bell,
In a room without a view.

Hey, I heard you read another book,
Should I take another look,
Who am I, without you?

Well, I used to stand for something,
But forgot what that could be,
There's a lot of me inside you,
Maybe you're afraid to see.

Well, I used to stand for something,
Now I'm on my hands and knees,
Trading in my god for this one,
And he signs his name with a capital G.

You might sleep, but you'll never dream
Onward! Progress! Or so it seems.
You might laugh, but you'll never smile.
Come on in and waste away awhile.

When dreams of rings of flowers fade and blur
Giving way to that familiar ill
come over and part your soft white curtains
Where I'm waiting for you still
If you'd unlatch the window,
If you'd let me lay there on your floor
If you'd give me another chance,
If you'd forget the pain I caused before
No use in saying how I'm sorry
So I'm trying not to speak
I'll sing in silence, lay beside you
With my face there on your cheek
My stomach swears there's comfort there
In the warmth of the blankets on your bed
My stomach's always been a liar-
I'll believe it's lies again.

Here's my hand you painted on,
A circle fades inside a heart,
Are you expected here?
You whisper in my ear.

So I wash my hands 'til the water burns,
A circle sits outside a door,
Are you expected here?
I whisper in your ear.

I'm whole,
Open,
I'm starved,
Broken,
I'm lost and found.

I'm an evolutionary sleeper,
An evolutionary sleeper.

If letting go means letting be,
And the truth beyond the mind is what I need.
If letting go means letting be,
And the truth beyond the mind is what I see.

I'm an evolutionary sleeper.

My exit unobserved,
And my homesickness absurd...
I said "water" expecting the Word would satisfy my thirst,
Talking all about the second and third
When I haven't understood the first.

Jonah, where's that boat going... your ship set with eager sails?
There's a swirling storm soon blowing, and no use, fishermen,
In rowing from the consecrated whale!

And just like the clouds, they bring a darkness and a hard rain's gonna fall,
I felt the crowd bring a loneliness and a hard rain, a hard rain's gonna fall.

And she'd always weight me down,
But, afraid I might need her, I dragged her around,
It's best to keep close sackcloth and ash in a whitewashed town;
She wore that phony smile on her face,
I guess like a bandage on a wounded place,
While I kept the keys to every old lock just in case.

Rehearsed indifference tossed aside,
Our narrow arms spread wide,
"What unseen pen etched eternal things on the hearts of human kind...
But never let them in our minds?"

Oh, the clouds they brought a darkness and a hard rain's gonna fall,
And all my laughter ends in emptiness and a hard rain's gonna fall.
My every medicine causes more illness and a hard rain's gonna fall,
And until I let you go I didn't know, you were never mine...
You were never mine at all.

But now I spend my days in ever-increasingly complicated ways,
Convincing myself of the rightness of each word I say.
My exit, unfair if unobserved!
My exit, unfair if unobserved!
My exit, unfair...

I, once upon a time,
Carried a burden inside,
I sung a last goodbye,
A broken rhyme I'd underlined,
There's an ocean of sorrow in you.

A sorrow in me.

Saw a movement in their eyes,
Said I no longer knew the way,
Given up the ghost,
A passive mind submit to fear,
And the wait for redemption at hand.

Waiting to fail.

Failing again.

If death should take me now,
Count my mistakes and let me through,
Whisper in my ear,
You've taken more than we've received,
And the ocean of sorrow is you.

Without a queen the locust swarm
Turned the ground to black,
Descending like a shadowy tower upon a fish's back.
And scattered the sticks who crawled
Like snakes in the sand,
As the red clay took the form of a lizard,
Who rushed like a moth to the flame of my open hand

(My little world...in my sad little world...)

Then a speckled bird humbly inspired
Ran across the road when it could have flown,
And it made me smile.
And at the water's edge, Babylon;
As we lay and slept,
The river wept for you, Zion!
The stones cry out,
Bells shake the sky!
All of creation groans...

SHHHH!

Listen to it!

Messes of men in foreign poverty;
Not much for monks, but we pretend to be;
Share a silent meal and a pot of chamomile.
Gypsies like us should be stamped in solidarity.
And I held you in my fond but distant memory,
While waiting for the Mother Hen to gather me,
Who regretfully wrote:

"You have a decent ear for notes,
But you can't yet appreciate harmony."

O porcupine, low in the tree; your eyes to mine:

'You'd be well inclined not to mess with me.'

And at the garden's edge beneath a speechless sky,
As his friends slept,
Jesus wept - and it's no wonder why.
You wanna be set free?
You wanna set me free?!
Well that can only come from
A union with the One Who Never Dies.

She's got so much of that decimal stuff,
I'll fall in love if I try hard enough.

Her kisses never get better,
They just get wetter and wetter,
I curse the day that I met her,
But she is loaded.

She said that I'm daft and I know,
I threw her food on the lino,
She hit me, felt like a rhino,
But she is loaded.

There was a time when she ray me content,
Oh, she used to keep it cool,
She used to give me anything I wanted,
'Til she won a football pool.

Now she gives me hell!

I'll sue her, try to make this stick,
The fact that she is sadistic,
My nose was straight 'til she kissed it,
But she is loaded.

There as a time when she did ray me content,
Oh, she used to keep it cool,
She used to give me anything I wanted,
'Til she won a football pool.

Now she gives me hell!

Her kisses never get better,
They just get wetter and wetter,
I curse the day that I met her,
But she is loaded,
She is loaded,
She is loaded.

-----
This song makes me laugh.

It's the smell of hot summertime trash
It's the city noise of a busy street
It's a train derailed and a two car head on freeway crash
Each time we meet

"And if it comes as some sort of a surprise", she said
"That I seem so composed,
I've kept this moment closer to my eyes", she said,
"Than the glasses resting on the edge of my nose"

Shadow am I!
Shadow am I!
The question of a person, no said reply
Wolf am I!
and Shadow cast on the sheep as I pass by
Shadow am I!
Shadow am I!
or like a
wearing-black-socks-and-white-woolen-locks
Wolf am I, and shadow

she was grace and green as a stem,
but I walk heavy on delicate ground

...as I go showing off again
Self-impressed by how well I can put myself down!
And there I go again
To the next further removed level
Of that same exact feigned humility!

this for me goes on and on to the point of nausea

Shadow am I!
Like suspicion that's never confirmed
But it's never denied
Wolf am I,

no, "shadow" - I think - is better
as I'm not something as the absence of something

So SHADOW AM I!
the material world seems to me like a newspaper headline-
it explicitly demands your attention
and it may even contain some truth
and what's really going on here?

one day the water's gonna wash it away
and on that day, nothing clever to say.

I got my propaganda,
I got revisionism.
I got my violence in hi-def, ultra-realism.
I'm a part of this great nation.
I got my fist,
I got my plan,
I got survivalism.

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but now it's come to distances and both of us must try,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time,
walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,
it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

Home trip, ticket to sail away,
Hand grip, Hitchcock railway,
Soft ride, made for comfort,
Been tried, guaranteed password.

Hitchcock railway,
Please don't fail to pay,
I'm gonna ride, I'm gonna testify,
Save my soul, renew your mind.

Good stop, good day,
Hitchcock railway.

Free fare, conductor's coming,
Prepare, better start running,
On time, hold that foodline,
Stateline, I've been convicted.

Good stop, good day,
Hitchcock railway.

Well the truth is, I miss you.

a mass of hands press on the market window
ghosts of progress
feeding on hunger
and glaring through the promise
upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle

Good morning, good morning, good morning, good morning, good morning-ah.

Nothing to do to save his life,
Call his wife in,
Nothing to say but "What a day,
How's your boy been?"
Nothing to do, it's up to you,
I've got nothing to say but it's okay.

Good morning, good morning, good morning-ah.

Going to work, don't want to go,
Feeling low down.
Head for home, you start to roam,
Then you're in town.

Everybody knows there's nothing to it,
Everything is closed, it's like a ruin,
Everyone you see is half asleep,
And you're on your own, you're in the street.

After a while you start to smile,
Now you feel cool,
Then you decide to take a walk by the old school,
Nothing has changed,
It's still the same,
I've got nothing to say but it's okay.

Good morning, good morning, good morning-ah.

People running 'round, it's five o'clock,
Everywhere in town is getting dark,
Everyone you see is full of life,
It's time for tea and meet the wife.

Somebody needs to know the time,
Glad that I'm here,
Watching the skirts you start to flirt,
Now you're in gear,
Go to a show, you hope she goes,
I've got nothing to say but it's okay.

Good morning, good morning, good.

So Jesus left you lonely,
Feels like,
Nothing's really holy,
No one,
No one hears your calling,
Falling,
Everything is falling.

*Doesn't have to be the whole song, right?*

house is haunted
i just want to go for a ride
out and on
before i set this room alight

I remember the promise
that you made in the barn
when the kittens were born
and you could not keep warm
so you moved away the mountain
that the sun rose behind
and you said yourself a prayer
and laid down with the blind
but you lost them in your freedom
and you need him now you're wild
blessed is the memory
of everybody's child

And the vow of compassion
that you swore through your teeth
when the war began to end
and the photographs weep
well nobody blames you
as the train pulls away
with its cargo of snow
for these German paper-weights
but you lost them in your freedom
and you need him now you're wild
blessed is the memory
of everybody's child

Well it's five in the morning
there's no one at home
except for your wife
and your child on the phone
somebody's got to listen
to a promise or two
oh, this room is far too small
for a pilgrim like you
but you lost them in your freedom
and you need him now you're wild
blessed is the memory
of everybody's child

So now that you've decided
to follow the sun
like a shadow of birds
or a king on the run
oh, your chains are too dark
for the seas you must swim
you're smiling at the seaweed
but your smile is too grim
oh, you lost them in your freedom
you need him now you're wild
blessed is the memory
of everybody's child
blessed is the memory
of everybody's child
blessed is the memory
of everybody's child.

While you are away
my heart comes undone
slowly unravels
in a ball of yarn
the devil collects it
with a grin
our love
in a ball of yarn...

We talked until two,
And then she said, "It's time for bed."

What lyrical genius wrote that?

I wrote a four word letter
Though I'd lived I hadn't been alive
You held my hem but I traveled blind
Thought I'd sold my soul for something better
The rain came down, it wet my eyes
I didn't mind
It's not me that you've missed
You heard me when I cried
"You've seen you've loved a side of me that died"
I remember sunshine
And you were mine
It's still a little cloudy but there's no rain in sight
You were mine

I love the way that, and "and started to laugh" is sung =]

Beatles, yeah.
One of my favorite songs.


You whisper by with your mind in your eye,
Seeing nothing that's there but the bones of the bed,
Eyeing thoughts that would stare in your eye.

I know nice men who have nothing to say,
Except "What a nice day, may I say that today's a nice day,
'Cause I've nothing to say."

But the peace of mine is peace of mind, and eye a gift to all.
And the things I see, I see with mind and don't observe with eyes.

Erudite eyes always bore me to cry,
And the raining that flows in the pure-salty drain
On the peace which I hold in my mind.

But the peace of mine is peace of mind, and eye a gift to all.
And the things I see, I see with mind and don't observe with eyes.

I have my pictures of you, you don't look back at me
A smile I'd almost forgotten, bruises I don't see
Never forgive you for a sky turned from gray to black
Come out and kiss me, darling
I promise I'll kiss you back.
A new head on my shoulder,
A needle in my ear
Every kind word brings new pain
Instead of my eyes,
Her reflection in the mirror.
I have a sickness, but I'm not the only one
Even in health ...
In each other's arms, they're wasting away
Sickened just as I am and crippled with disease
A song comes from above
I look up -- there's a tree and a small brown bird
Even the sparrows have built a nest
But we, poor fools, have built nothing
What a shame not to know that you're dying
Tell us we're dying, tell us again.
I have a sickness
The sparrows built a nest
My crippled, twisted body is swallowed by the earth
As my broken head finds rest.