LYRICS
BUFFALO
They tell you what you want to hear. They tell you what you want to know. They hang you by the chandelier. They’re killing off the buffalo. Conspicuous corruption rides again. They got you digging up their gold. They got you fighting for the pie. They got you doing what you’re told. You got your perfect alibi. Conspicuous corruption rides again. Carpetbaggers swagger into town. Somebody swore they tore the levee down. A lady had her baby in the storm. She had that baby right outside your door. You got a horse you better ride. You got your boots you better run. You got a conscience better hide. They got religion in their guns.
SPOKE
You look pretty sweet on a billion dollar seat of a bicycle built for you. You look pretty fast when you wear the checkered past on a bicycle built for you. Bicycle built for you. You look pretty odd when you give yourself the nod on a bicycle built for you. You look pretty whacked with a monkey on your back on a bicycle built for you. Bicycle built for you. See you later on the elevator. Ecstasy walking down the street. Turn on the motor don’t be any older. You look pretty lost when you dangle on the cross. You look pretty sweet on a billion dollar seat. You look pretty odd when you give yourself the nod. You look pretty whacked with a monkey on your back. Turn on the motor don’t be any older.
CARNIVAL
So you lost your wallet full of twenties and your license. Your credibility. You pretended not to notice when it fell out on the sidewalk. I found it in the street. When I picked it up I saw your picture you were Agamemnon walking in your sleep. No more second chances. Shut door. Open door. Shut door, no more. When I climbed the steps to your apartment I could tell the carnival had come to town. I waited there, I heard you play your saxophone it touched me like the weeping of a clown. I could leave your treasure on a step for you to find it, but I could not lay it down. Shut door. Open door. No more second chances. No more, no more. I stood there with my shadow growing longer than the space between my feelings and my mind. I thought about your picture, wondered if I woke a sleeping giant would I find a crater full of lonely more impossible to fathom than the emptiness in mine. No more second chances. I could live forever in the shadow of my choices on the landing by your door. You could play your sorrow into lips that gave up kissing on the day your pocket tore. I will leave a note inside a song for you to find the morning after on the floor when you stumble out the door. Shut door. Open door. No more, no more.
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WIDE OPEN
End of the world is evolving. I see it from here. Guilty as charged but who’s charging? I see it from here. Go to the dusty horizon. I see it from here. Bread in the belly is rising. I see it from here. Wide open. Wide open. Crucible children of hunger. Rubbed in the face of the mother. I see it from here. See it from here. See it from here. Floating on the Nile. Pharaoh’s only child. End of the world is evolving. Guilty as charged but who’s charging? Wide open. Wide open. Wide open.
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PAINTED MOON
Every time I look I see you holding me, but I’m not there. I feel you sailing on the memory of my midnight hair. I hear you sliding into pools too shallow for us both. I see you running from your fear. I see you riding on a ghost. Riding riding riding on a ghost. I did not intend for you to lose me, but I came too soon. I found you naked in the crater of a painted moon. I heard you weeping into images you could not find. I saw you running from your fear. I saw you riding on your mind. Riding riding riding on your mind. Happiness is water on the pavement when the black bird screams. I counted sheep between your shadow and my snow white dreams. And if the earth decides to spin again as we look on, I see us running from our fear. I see us riding on a song. Riding riding riding on a song.
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IT FALLS AWAY
Sometimes there is a love you cannot know and though you hope and though you dream and though you weep and though you scream it lets you go. It falls away. Away beyond your touch beyond your need beyond the pale beyond the hunger in your seed. It’s not for sale. Sometimes there is a love you cannot feel against your skin against your mind against your tongue it is the kind that is not real. It falls away. Away beyond your eyes beyond your lips beyond the fire beyond the holiest of sips. It’s not for hire. Sometimes there is a love you cannot leave under the sun to fade away beside the debt you never pay over the railing on the stair. It falls away (away from any reason in the wind) beyond the word beyond the page beyond the rhyme it is the wisdom of your age. It’s not for time.
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SOMETIME IN THE NIGHT
The phone beside the bed I leave it on. I’m always on if you would call. Remember when you said to move along. I move along and that is all. Sometime in the night when you are free, remember me, hear me cry. Roses in the glass the sight of you. I sigh for you and let you go. The blush of summer lasts a day or two. A day of you is all I know. Sometime in the night when you are free, remember me, hear me cry. Pennies in my hand I use them well. I used to tell you who you are. The one who kept on standing when I fell, the way I fell into your charm. Sometime in the night when you are free, remember me, hear me cry.
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TAKE ME HIGH
Little lamb, my soul companion, you bleat about my feet. When I pat you with my hand, you lead me up the mountain peak. Take me high before I die. Never mind you are the world, you are the wolf that eats the girl. My mind, my solitary lamb. You have been my evil twin, my thunder cloud upon the mountain. I have never learned to swim and I am helpless on the ground. Take me high before I die. Never mind you are the world, you are the wolf that eats the girl. My mind, my solitary lamb. You have been my only kin, you are the yearning I would burn upon the altar of my skin. You are the lesson I would learn. Take me high before I die. Never mind you are the world, you are the wolf that eats the girl. My mind, my solitary lamb.
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FLARE
Television hasn’t been invented nothing but a bent antenna on my mind. But I can watch you. Georgia, mother of ambrosia I’m not supposed to show you my turpentine. But I can watch you. Siren. You are the footfall. You are the silence. You are the after all. You been riding into gorges letting out the horses I could not hide. Sun you are the sun you are the sun you are the sun. But I can watch you.
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WISH THEM WELL
When she love a man she give her body and her soul. She ride the night into the day she let the devil take his toll. Wouldn’t have it any other way. He say he want her body nevermind her soul can wait. Take a number have a seat. Don’t be shaking heaven’s gate. Might as well, the catbird got her feet. Someplace in the future there’s a woman loves a man. He will find her with his hand. Wish them well, I know I do. Once upon a time he made a tigress want to cry. The tigress took a bite of him so deep he could not die. All the pride in hell don’t make that right. Wish him well, I know I do. Someplace in the future there’s a woman loves a man. He will find her with his hand. Wish them well, I know I do. She could sing a song for him maybe tears would come. There’s a price and she ain’t sure she can remember being young. Drag those lonely bones across the floor. Someplace in the future there’s a woman loves a man. He will find her with his hand. Wish them well, I know I do.
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SHE IS HERE
She can hide in donut holes. She can lie in China Town. She can pray in bumper cars. She can bring the mighty down. She can drown on ritalin. She can drive a nine inch nail. She can dream on borrowed time. She can’t find her holy grail. She is Oklahoma City Nagasaki Columbine. She’s the child of Gaza stripping Walter Cronkite’s paradigm. She is liberated oil, America’s obesity vomiting the aftermath of reconstructive surgery. She is here. She is now. She is here. She is now. Nothing else can feed me. She is Europe getting younger. She is Hollywood rewinding. She’s the devil of compassion Aphrodite neverminding. She is Babylon receding. She is naked power bleeding. She is congress making love again Geneva reconvening. Nothing else can feed me. Nothing else can feed me. She can hide in donut holes. She can lie in China Town. She can pray in bumper cars. She can bring the mighty down. She can drown on ritalin. She can drive a nine inch nail. She can dream on borrowed time. She will find her holy grail.
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