catching fire

i am kneeling on my lonely grave
i recall when youth was pounding in my veins
and life was all of light and cloud and dreams
now the clocks are closing down the days it seems

oh baby baby
creation is a sorry thing
is dying love an alternative?
we are mute and undefiled
we are cold and catching fire

every time i caught your flashing eyes
it seemed that a star was burning through the sky
each time i heard your lovely sighs
watching the wind and smoke and snow blow across the ice

oh baby baby
creation is a sorry thing
is dying love an alternative?
we are mute and undefiled
we are cold and catching fire

you would not answer when i spoke
your sad eyes said your heart wished that it could
blown apart by the winds from below
as white and washed and silent as the snow

oh baby baby
creation is a sorry thing
is dying love an alternative?
we are mute and undefiled
we are cold and catching fire

criminal idea

with fiona apple criminal baseline kinda..

looking for the sun

i bought this jug in tennessee
when it was full of wine
but now it is damn bone dry

these things are made for hollywood
tested over time
stay together
when the weather favors fine

are you the only one looking for the sun?
lookin high

The old brown hen and the old blue sky,
hurt our starvin eyes
Between the two we live and die--

a shot begins in 63
and rings forever why
we're way too sad to even cry

are you the only one looking for the sun?
are you the only child looking to the sky?
clear blue sky
it's a long long way from here
that we will rest tonight
when will our comfort arrive?

must i explain myself again
or will this song suffice?
are we too young to survive?

are you the only one looking for the sun?
lookin high

alladin

weakly wonderful and saddened
tied onto the back of a car
dragged along a path like aladdin
a genie playing her guitar
you can be the one to believe me
you can be that wonderful girl
and i will try like hell to remember
to step with care in such a world

tomorrow i will start to be happy
flesh and bone scattered on the shores
imagining that silence is the thing
in forty five minutes or so
spare us all words of your weapons
the long numbers that rocket the mind
and allow me the sin of redemption
not just the waves of my own fire

scattered black seeds of the future
little waves with their soft white eyes
turn all those birds loose for
nothing lasts long in the sky
morals and religion and manners
with people still mocking the race
the world is full of invisible things
a stone look on the sorrowful face

masquerade

words can't explain this thing i see
this thing i taste, this thing i feel
words fall apart and take a life
on midnight trains to wild sides

it's a masquerade
a dream of time
it's a crying shame
we ain't got 2 dimes
to spring up tall
wrap our arms and legs
around a sounds of yesterday
again and again

i'm not bad, just uninspired
and i'm not sad, just aenesthetized
gods beware, the smoke will rise here
once again
gods green eyes

let's walk along the silent web
let's walk alone into summers bed
walk in wires, clear the mold
seals our fate above sea and wound

un-american

rough scratch tracks...



welcome sisters and brothers
it's time to troll the message curse
breaking bread with moneychangers
after church

we'll begin with politicians
with the whitened teeth
and end it with
the shouting on the streets

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i don't want to lead you to the shore
that's rather un-american
and i don't want to follow you no more
that's un-american

we don't need to hear your voice at all
it's un-american
write your silly notes upon the prison wall
you're un-american
=======================

thomas paine went quite insane
went to bat for good old common sense
nowadays we're content sitting on the fence

take a side and then unwind
we'll all be drinking from the vat soon
magic potions, kool-aid
with a hint of mint

i can't bear to watch another pet
on the avenue
much more than 99 percent

we know our rights
we see the light
on the avenue
where saints and winners
bow down to sinners and saints

sub-retaliation

maybe i'm open, (down down)
maybe you're high
maybe i'm nervous (down down)
with a criminal mind
it's a metal tube in the ocean
serving death row meals
i fly by instruments at night
and i play this harp by ear

this is wild, world wide...it's gonna plague me 'till i die
stop, open, drop, open, lock
sub retaliation

i can speak in tongues....{there, there...
my child,} sweeter than a rose
i'm fred astaire, {she's ginger rodgers} - you are edgar allan poe
don't tell me i'm a-weak and a-stupid, lame and scared
you can go straight to hell, your message straight to voice mail

this is wild, world wide...it's gonna plague me 'till i die
stop, open, drop, open, lock
sub retaliation


the greeks are splitting atoms into loyal nations
and the seven seas are for submarines and unpaid vacations
in the land of milk and honey
she's a witch with wings
"viva hola you're in the dark with a canadian"
{sudden (sudden), toughen (toughen), tighten (tighter), quicken (quickest)}

this is wild, world wide...it's gonna plague me 'till i die
stop, open, drop, open, lock
sub retaliation

wall to wall (take two)

baby
you gotta save me
first you blame me
then you shame me

i ain't writing anymore
just these stupid open chords

honey
got no money anymore
no more fun
no more sun

just this fucked up wall to wall

i ain't writing anymore
just these stupid open chords