. . .
|
|
on my way up north
up on the ventura
i pulled back the hood
and i was talking to you
and i knew then it would be
a life long thing
but i didn't know that we
we could break a silver lining
and i'm so sad
like a good book
i can't put this day back
a sorta fairytale
with you
a sorta fairytale
with you
things you said that day
up on the 101
the girl had come undone
i tried to downplay it
with a bet about us
you said that-
you'd take it
as long as i could
i could not erase it
and i'm so sad
like a good book
i can't put this day back
a sorta fairytale
with you
a sorta fairytale
with you
and i ride along side
and i rode along side
you then
and i rode along side
till you lost me there
in the open road
and i rode along side
till the honey spread
itself so thin
for me to break your bread
for me to take your word
i had to steal it
and i'm so sad
like a good book
i can't put this day back
a sorta fairytale
with you
a sorta fairytale
with you
i could pick back up
whenever i feel
down new mexico way
something about
the open road
i knew that he was
looking for some indian blood and
find a little in you find a little
in me we may be
on this road but
we're just
impostors
in this country you know
so we go along and we said
we'd fake it
feel better with
oliver stone
till i
almost smacked him -
seemed right that night and
i don't know what
takes hold
out there in the
desert cold
these guys think they must
try and just get over on us
and i'm so sad
like a good book
i can't put this
day back
a sorta fairytale
with you
a sorta fairytale
with you
and i was ridin' by
ridin' along side
for a while till you lost me
and i was ridin' by
ridin' along till you lost me
till you lost
me in
the rear
view
you lost me
i said
way up north i took my day
all in all was a pretty nice
day and i put the hood
right back where
you could taste heaven
perfectly
feel out the summer breeze
didn't know when we'd be back
and i, i don't
didn't think
we'd end up like
like this
[Thanks to jayuli@inter-linc.net for these lyrics]
. . .
|
|
Don't say morning's come
Don't say it's up to me
If I could take 25 minutes
Out of the record books
Sugar
He brings me sugar
Bobby's collecting bees
And hammers
He used one on me
Cold war with little boys
Get in with a bubble-gum trade
And sugar
Bring me sugar
And all the robins bring
Bring me many things
But sugar
Oh sugar
He brings me sugar
As far as I can tell
I've been gone for miles now
And you know
And I know
I don't know me very well
And I know
And you know
If they found me out
Sugar
He brings me sugar
And all the robins bring
They bring me many things
But sugar
He brings me sugar
And all the robins bring
They bring many things
But sugar
Oh, sugar
. . .
|
|
Every finger in the room
is pointing at me
I wanna spit in their faces
Then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach
I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell our now
I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands
Drive another nail in
Just what God needs
One more victim
[Chorus:]
Why do we
Crucify ourselves
Every day
I crucify myself
Nothing I do is good enough for you
Crucify myself
Every day
And my heart is sick of being in chains
Got a kick for a dog
Beggin' for Love
I gotta have my suffering
So that I can have my cross
I know a cat named Easter
He says will you ever learn
You're just an empty cage girl
If you kill the bird
I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands
Drive another nail in
Got enough guilt to start
my own religion
Please be
Save me
I cry
[Chorus:]
Why do we
Crucify ourselves
Every day
I crucify myself
Nothing I do is good enough for you
Crucify myself
Every day
And my heart is sick of being in chains
. . .
|
|
|
. . .
|
|
Never was a cornflake girl
Thought that was a good solution
Hanging with the raisin girls
She's gone to the other side
Givin us a yo heave ho
Things are getting kind of gross
And I go at sleepy time
This is not really happening
You bet your life it is
Peel out the watchword
Just peel out the watchword
She knows what's goin on
Seems we got a cheaper feel now
All the sweetcaze are gone
Gone to the other side
With my encyclopedia
They musta paid her a nice price
She's putting on her string bean love
This is not really happening
You bet your life it is
Peal our the watchword
Just peel out the watchword
Never was a cornflake girl
Thought that was a good solution
Rabbit where'd you put the keys girl
And the man with the golden gun thinks he knows so much
Thinks he knows so much
Rabbit where'd you put the keys girl
. . .
|
|
And through the life force and there goes her friend
On her Nishiki it's out of time
And through the portal they can make amends
He would you say whatever we're blanket frinds
Can't stop what's coming
Can't stop what is on its way
And through the walls they made their mudpies
I've got you mind I said she siad I've you voice
I said you don't need my voice girl you have your own
But you never thought it was enough of
So they went years and years
Like sisters blanket girls
Always there through that and this
There's nothing we cannot ever fix I said
Can't stop what's coming
Can't stop what is on it's way
Bells and footfalls and soliers and dolls
Brothers and lovers she and I were
Now she seems to be sand under his shoes
There's nothing I can do
Can't stop what's coming
Can't stop what is on it's way
And now I speak to you are you in there
You have her face and her eyes
But you are not her
And we go at each other
Like blank ettes who can't find
Their thread and their bare
Can't stop loving
Can't stop what is on its way
And I see it coming and It's on its way
. . .
|
|
Clouds descending
I'm not policing what you tink and dream
I run intoyour thought from across the room
Just another trick
Can I weather this
I've got a fever above my waist
You got a squeeze box on your knee
I know the truth is in between the 1st and 40th drink
Concertina
Concertina
A chill that bends this
I swear you're the fiecest calm I've been in
Concertina
Concertina
Try infrared
This I swear
You're the fiercest calm I"ve been in the
Soul-quake happened here
In a glass word
Particle by particle
She slowly changes
She likes hanging chinese papper cuts
Just another fix
Can I weather this
I got my fuzz all tipped to play
I got a dub on your landscape
Then there's your policy of trancing
The sauce without the blame
Too far too far too far
It could all get way too cheerful
Concertina
I know the truth lies in between the 1st and the 40th drink
Clouds descending
. . .
|
|
This house is like Russia
With eyes cold and grey
You got me moving in a circle
I dyed my hair red today
I just want a little passion
To hold me in the dark
I know I've got some magic
Buried deep in my heart yeah
But my priest says
You ain't saving no souls
My father says
You ain't making any money
My doctor says
You just took it to the limit
And here I stand
With this sword in my hand
You can say it one more time
What you don't like
Let me hear it one more time then
Have a seat while I
Take to the sky
My heart is like the ocean
It gets in the way
So close to touching freedom
Then I hear the guards call my name
But my priest says
You ain't taking no souls
My father says
You ain't making any money
My doctor says
You just took it to the limit
And here I stand
With this sword in my hand
You can say it one more time
What you don't like
Let me hear it one more time then
Have a seat while I
Take to the sky
If you don't like me just a little
Why do you hang around
(There she goes again
Wearing those purple panties
There she goes again
Wearing her heart
There she goes again)
Why do you
Take it
You can say it one more time
You can say it one more time
You can say it one more time
What you don't like
Let me hear it one more time then
Have a seat while I
Take to the sky
. . .
|
|
Look I'm standing naked before you
Don't you want more then my sex
I can scream as loud as your last one
But I can't claim innocence
Oh God
Could it be the weather
Oh God
Why am I here
If love Isn't forever
And it's not the weather
Hand me my leather
I could just pretend that you love me
The night would lose all sense of fear
But why do I need you to love me
When you can't Hold what I hold dear
Oh God
Could it be the weather
Oh God
Why am I here
If love Isn't forever
And it's not the weather
Hand me my leather
I almost ran over an angel
He had a nice big fat cigar
"In a sense" he said "You're alone here
So if you jump you best jump far"
Oh God
Could it be the weather
Oh God
Why am I here
If love Isn't forever
And it's not the weather
Hand me my leather
. . .
|
|
Someone's knockin on my kitchen door
Leave the wood outside
What all the girls here are freezing cold
Leave me with your Borneo
I don't need much to keep me warm
Don't stop now what you're doin
What you're goin my ugly one
Bring them all here
Hard to hid a hundred girls in your hair
It won't be fair if I hate her
If I ate her you can go now
You're already in there
I'll be wearing your tatoo
You're already in there
Got a cloud sleeping on my tongue
He goes then it goes and kiss the violets
As they're waking up
Leave me with your Borneo
Leave me the way I was before
You're already in there
I'll be wearing your tatoo
I'm already in
Circles and circles and circles again
The girl's in
Someone's knockin on my kitchen door
Leave the wood outside
What all the girls here are freezing cold
You can go now
You're already in there
I'll be wearing you tatoo
You're already in there
Thought I was over the bridge now
I'm already in
Circles and circles and circles again
The girl's in
Circles and circles
Got to stop spinning
Circles and circles and circles again
Thought I was over the bridge now
. . .
|
|
|
. . .
|
|
Maybe I didn't like to hear
But I still can't believe
Speed Racer is dead
So then I thought I'd make some plans
The fire thought
She'd really rather be water instead
And Piggy got a message for me
From Jesus
And I've heard every word
That she was saying
And I know I have been
Driven like the snow
This is cooling
This is cooling
This is cooling
Faster than I can
This is cooling
Faster than I can
So then I tried to make some plans
The fire thought she'd really rather be water
Instead
This ocean is wrapped around that pineapple
Tree
And is your place in heaven Worth giving up
These kisses
These kisses
And Piggy got a message for me
From Jesus
And I heard every word that she had said
And I know I have been
Driven like the snow
This is cooling
This is cooling
Faster than I can
This is cooling
Faster than I can
Yes, this is cooling
This is cooling
. . .
|
|
where the river cross
crosses the lake
where the words
jump off my pen
and into your pages
do you think
just like that
you can divide
this you as yours
me as mine to
before we were us
if the rain has to separate
from itself
does it say "pick out your cloud?"
pick out your cloud
if there is
a horizontal line
that runs from the map
off your body
straight through the land
shooting up
right through my heart
will this horizontal line
when asked
know how to find
where you end
where i begin
"pick out your cloud"
how light can play
and form a ring of rain
that can change bows into arrows
(i found a thrill)
who we were isn't lost
before we were us
indigo in his own
blue always knew this
if the rain
has to separate
from itself
does it say pick out your cloud
[Thanks to jayuli@inter-linc.net for these lyrics]
. . .
|
|
Father Lucifer
You never looked so sane
You always did prefer the drizzle to the rain
Tell me that you're still in love with that Milkmaid
How's the Lizzies
How's your Jesus christ been hanging
Nothings gonna stop me from floating
Nothings gonna stop me from floating
He says he reckons I'm a watercolour stain
He says I run and then I run from him
And then I run
He didn't see me watching
From the aeroplane
He wiped a tear
And then he threw away our appleseed
Nothings gonna stop me from floating
Nothings gonna stop me from floating
Everyday's my wedding day
Though baby's still in his comatose state
I'll die my own Easter eggs
Don't go yet
Just don't go
And Beenie lost the sunset but that's OK
Does Joe bring flowers to Marilyn's grave
And girls that eat pizza and never gain weight
Never gain weight
Never gain weight
Father Lucifer you never looked so sane
You always did prefer the drizzle to the rain
Tell me that you're still in love with that milkmaid
How's the Lizzies
How's your Jesus Chirst been hanging
. . .
|
|
Slag pit
Stag shit
Honey bring it close to my lips
Yes
Don't blow those brains yet
We gotta be big boy
We gotta be big
Starfucker just like my Daddy
Just like my Daddy selling his baby
Just like my Daddy
Gonna strike a deal made him feel
Like a congressman
It runs in the family
Rest you shoulder Peaches and Cream
Everywhere a Judas as fas as you can see
Beautiful anbgel
Calling "We got every re-run of Muhammad Ali"
Prism perfect
Honey bring it close to your lipls
Yes
What is termed a landslide of principle
Proportion boy it better be big boy
Starfucker just like my Daddy
Just like my Daddy selling his baby
Just like my dady
Gonna strike a deal make him feel
LIke a Congressman
It runs in the family
Maother Mary
China white
Brown may be sweeter
She will supply
Mother Mary
China white
Brown may be sweeter
She will supply
She will supply
She will supply
She will supply
. . .
|
|
|
. . .
|
|
from here
no lines are
drawn
from here
no lands
are owned
13,000 and holding
swallowed
in the purring
of her engines
tracking the beacon
here
"is there a signal
there
on the other side"
on the other side?
what do you mean
side of what things?
and you said
and you did
and you said
you could find me here
and you said
you would find me
even in death
and you said
and you said
you'd find me
but i can't see new york
as i'm, circling down
through white cloud
falling out
and i know
his lips are warm
but i can't seem
to find my way out
my way out i can't see.
of this hunting ground
from here crystal meth
in metres of millions
in the end all we have,
soul blueprint.
did we get lost in it
do we conduct a search
for this "from the other side"
from the other side?
what do they mean
side of what things...
and you said.
you again
it's you again
i can't see
i can't see new york
from the other side
from the other side
i hum from the other side
[Thanks to jayuli@inter-linc.net for these lyrics]
. . .
|
|
As I ran faster
But it caught me here
Yes my loyalties turned
Like my ankle
In the seventh grade
Running after Billy
Running after the rain
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things let them break
Their hold over me
He said you're really an ugly
But I like the way you play
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe that
Sick holding on to his picture
Dressing up every day
I wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys
Those christian boys
So you can made me cum
That doesn't make you Jesus
I remember
Yes in my peach party dress
No one dared
No one cared
To tell me where the pretty girls are
Those demigods
With their nine-inch nails
And little fascist panties
Tucked inside the heart
Of ever nice girl
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Let them wash away
. . .
|
|
To you it's another day
To me it's a grim reaping
Just another shooting star
Strung out on your wire
Prick my finger
On his virgin silver
He told me raw
Ginger, carmelize me
Tombigbee, tombigbee
Help me hang these bones,
Gotta hang these bones out to dry
He loved me, he loved me, ravishingly loved
Gonna hang these bones out to dry
Got a blackberry stain
And they're not even in season
If you're not yet a woman
You've got no business playing at this
Tombigbee, tombigbee
Help me hang these bones,
Gotta hang these bones out to dry
He loved me, he loved me, ravishingly loved
Gotta hang these bones out to dry
So you get done
Then you get some
Should have known
It won't hold you for long
Then you say fine
This is all mine
But hasn't your donor card expired
From blue ridge to cattail
On the prairie
From fly-over country
Back through mississippi
Who made you go
But you raise me twenty
I'm raising you five
A hundred treaties
Signed by your father's lies
Who made you go
Cause I'm trailing her tears
The ones you won't hold
You roll me a carpet, boy
Roll me a carpet, boy
Roll me a carpet
From here to Oklahoma
Tombigbee, tombigbee
Help me hang this bone,
Gotta hang this bone out to dry
He loved me, he loved me, ravishingly loved
Gonna hang this bone to dry
Dry, dry, dry
I'm doin it dry, dry, dry...
. . .
|
|
well he lit you up
like amber waves in his movie show
he fixed you up real good
till i don't know you anymore
from ballet class to a lap dance
straight to video
and the pool side news
was that he would be
launching you
[CHORUS:]
into every young man's
bedroom - you gave it up
on dvd and magazine -
you gave it up
a private rite of passage
you gave it up
to every boy's sweet dream
with their paper cuts
you said "he's got a
healing machine
it glows in the dark
glows in the dark:
you say "there's not a lot
of me
left anymore -
just leave it alone.
but if you're buy, and you have
the time, tell the northern
lights to keep shining - lately it seems like they're drowning"
he cold light you up
and summon every swan
or the lakeside
off to cabo san lucas
for some optical stimulus
then you started to guess
there was someone else
though his flint glass
seeing all of you
immersed in his sepia
[CHORUS]
so i went by -
cause i had the time,
and told the northern lights
to keep shining
they told me to tell you -
they're waving
[Thanks to jayuli@inter-linc.net for these lyrics]
. . .
|
|
No one's picking up the phone
Guess it's me and me
And this little masochist
She's ready to confess
All the things that i nerver thought
That she could feel and
Hey Jupiter
NOthings been the same
So are you gay
Are you blue
Thought we both could use a friend
To run to
And I thought you'd see with me
You wouldn't have to be something new
Sometimes I breathe you in
And I know you know
And sometimes you take a swim
Found your writing on my wall
If my hearts soaking wet
Boy your boots ccan leave a mess
Hey Jupiter
NOthings been the same
So are you gay
Are you blue
Thought we both could use a friend
To run to
And I thought I wouldn't have to keep
With you
Hiding
Thought I knew myself so well
All the dolls I had
Took my leather off the shelf
Your apocalypse was fab
For a girl who couldn't choose between
The shower or the bath
And I thought I wouldn't have to be
With you
A magazine
No one's picking up the phone
Guess it's clear he's gone
And this little masochist
Is lifting up her dress
Guess I thought I could never feel
The things I feel
Hey Jupiter
. . .
|
|
Feel a little hand turning inside me
Don't you think she feels us fighting
Strike me at the root
I won't let you
Put her through
What you put me through
When I said I wanted it all
Doesn't every woman want it all
Running through the house screaming
Girl unstrung you could always play that one
Baptized of fire and every beat in the bar
Hymns for her
Feel her kick me from the inside
When I said I wanted it all
Doesn't every woman want it all
As a man do you find doesn't every boy smoke to cry
You could almost drown her waterfall
You could almost drown my waterfall
Through the looking glass, Ruby sees
Things in you
Things in me
She won't wanna be just a little light turning the key
At the root, what I missed she will carry
When I said I wanted it all
Doesn't every woman want it all
As a man do you find doesn't every boy smoke to cry
Smoke to cry, smoke to cry
Feel a little hand turning
Turning
Ruby
. . .
|
|
Heard from the TV
Of the latest bombing
The girls were dancing
She was coming of age
Shells fired out
Flowers mowed down
Innocence targeted
Whose God is this?
Wish that she had one more day
There at the seaside
5th of december
We chased the tide
As her treasures
Were gathered
I had to laugh
As she gave sand a bath
Jangle jangle
Jingle jangle
Jangle and circle again
Heard from the tv
Of the latest bombing
The girls were dancing
She was coming of age
Shells fired out
Flowers mowed down
Innocence targeted
Whose god is this?
Wish that she had one more day
There at the seaside
5th of december
We chased the tide
As her treasures
Were gathered
I had to laugh
As she gave sand a bath
Jangle jangle
Jingle jangle
Jangle and circle again
Jangle jangle
Jingle jangle
Jangle and circle again
Jangle jangle
Jingle jangle
Jangle and circle again
Jangle jangle
Jingle jangle
Jangle and circle and end
She was coming of age
. . .
|
|
Bug a Martini
Send me to Moscow
Lounge and return
Echo can't hear you
And as you wander
Through perfume
And pathways
Your version coercion
My version elixir of quietude
Line up the dots
Music to spy to
Music to die to
Spanking your lime
Over the crushed ice
Using the triad
To counter measure
You can't see my face
Dead letter box please
Your version coercion
My version elixir of quietude
Line up the dots
Music to spy to
Music to die to
Bug a Martini
Send me to Moscow
Bug a Martini
Send me to Moscow
Bug a Martini
Send me to Moscow
Send me to Moscow
. . .
|
|
Put me back in the cold
I'm going to Antarctica
It feels like these days
Our old meeting place
In an LA cafe
Off on the Serengeti
The hunt has now begun
Cause I am tired of you taking from me
And I have let you eat from the fruits of my tree
I am not the one to turn into a laurel wreath
For the last time you have crossed my
Crossed my line
You could never see, never see
Apollo's frock
Was always as beautiful
Always as beautiful as the saddest rainstorm
Apollo, your frock
Was always as beautiful
Always as beautiful as your sister's
That your light shined on
How can you think you've won
When there can be no winners
The soul has been lost
Of the bow and quiver
Do you remember
Well, I remember
Amid the clashing of swords
I'm losing you in my rear view
And I have called the Shekhina in
And the nine fold and a few other friends
You and your predators were warned
If the cubs were drawn in for the last time
You would officially cross my line
You could never see, never see
Apollo's frock
Was always as beautiful
Always as beautiful as the saddest rainstorm
Apollo, your frock
Was always as beautiful
Always as beautiful as your sister
Apollo, your frock
Was always as beautiful
Always as beautiful as the saddest rainstorm
Apollo, your frock
Was always as beautiful
Always as beautiful as your sister's
That your light shined on
. . .
|
|
To you it's another day
To me it's a grim reaping
Just another shooting star
Strung out on your wire
Prick my finger
On his virgin silver
He told me raw
Ginger, carmelize me
Tombigbee, tombigbee
Help me hang these bones,
Gotta hang these bones out to dry
He loved me, he loved me, ravishingly loved
Gonna hang these bones out to dry
Got a blackberry stain
And they're not even in season
If you're not yet a woman
You've got no business playing at this
Tombigbee, tombigbee
Help me hang these bones,
Gotta hang these bones out to dry
He loved me, he loved me, ravishingly loved
Gotta hang these bones out to dry
So you get done
Then you get some
Should have known
It won't hold you for long
Then you say fine
This is all mine
But hasn't your donor card expired
From blue ridge to cattail
On the prairie
From fly-over country
Back through mississippi
Who made you go
But you raise me twenty
I'm raising you five
A hundred treaties
Signed by your father's lies
Who made you go
Cause I'm trailing her tears
The ones you won't hold
You roll me a carpet, boy
Roll me a carpet, boy
Roll me a carpet
From here to Oklahoma
Tombigbee, tombigbee
Help me hang this bone,
Gotta hang this bone out to dry
He loved me, he loved me, ravishingly loved
Gonna hang this bone to dry
Dry, dry, dry
I'm doin it dry, dry, dry...
. . .
|
|
Indian summer
Fresh mown grass
Girls in the attic
looking on them
Indian summer
call me back
Someone tell me there is another way
Is it loud
Is it autumn that you're talking about
Is it why
Is it lost on what I'm talking about
Is it just that you can't find a way out
Find another way
teach me how to pray
Indian Summer
Through the year
On the medicine wheel
Call me back
Trap me in between
somewhere west
somewhere south
it seems these days
anything west gets the blade
gets wasted
Is it right
Is it real what you're talking about
Everything that I feel
you're talking about
Sometimes I don't know what I'm hearing now
Is there another way
There is another way
another way to pray
Here, here, here, here
Girls take your hands like you pray
over the ground
then back on your body
Girls take your hands like you pray
through the blades of grass
gently, gently, gently
There is another way
yes, another way
another way to pray
Indian summer
Fresh mown grass
Can you Mr Bush
light the sage
Can you, anyone that's listening
find a way
It is clear, it is clear
that we need another way
another way to pray
Do you feel
Do you feel now
what I'm talking about
everywhere that I look
I know no one's coming out
out of it
what it is
and what they're feeling now
There is another way
another way to pray
. . .
|
Switch to English 
