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Welcome this is a Farmhouse
We have cluster flies alas And this time of year is bad We are so very sorry, There's little we can do But swat them She didn't beg oh, not enough She didn't stay when things got tough I told a lie and she got mad She wasn't there when things got bad I never ever saw the northern lights I never really heard of cluster flies Never ever saw the stars so bright In the farmhouse things will be alright Woke this morning to the stinging lash Every man rise from the ash Each betrayal begins with trust Every man returns to dust |
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(Boom boom boom boom boom
boom boom boom boom I spoke your name for many days Pronouncing it in several ways And moving letters all around And when you heard the end result, I told you it was not my fault, If you were here more of the day, It wouldn't twist around that way Whoo! (wouldn't twist around) Wouldn't twist around that way (wouldn't twist around) Wouldn't twist around that way (wouldn't twist around) Wouldn't twist around that way (wouldn't twist around) Wouldn't twist around that way Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! (wouldn't twist around) Wouldn't twist around that way (wouldn't twist around) Wouldn't twist around that way (wouldn't twist around) Wouldn't twist around that way (wouldn't twist around) Wouldn't twist around that way |
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There've been times when I wander
And times when I don't Concepts I'll ponder And concepts I won't ever see God isn't one of these Former or latter Which did you think I meant It doesn't matter to me Bug, It doesn't matter (Don't need it) Bug, It doesn't matter (Don't feed it) My, it doesn't matter (Thoughts faded) ..., it doesn't matter (Overrated) Gold in my hand In a country pool Standing and waving The rain, wind on the runway Spending or saving Credit or debt Which did you think I meant Nothing I see can be taken from me |
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When I jumped off, I had a bucket full of thoughts
When I first jumped off, I held that bucket in my hand Ideas that would take me all around the world I stood and watched the smoke behind the mountain curl It took me a long time to get back on the train Now I'm gone and I'll never look back again I'm gone and I'll never look back at all You know I'll never look back again I turn my face into the howlin' wind It took me a long time to get back on the train See my face in the town that's flashing by See me standing at the station in the rain See me running there beside the car I left it all behind, again I'll travel far It took me a long time to get back on the train When I jumped off, I had a bucket full of thoughts When I first jumped off, I held that bucket in my hand Ideas that would take me all around the world I stood and watched the smoke behind the mountains curl It took me a long time to get back on the train It took me a long time to get back on the train It took me a long time to get back on the train |
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Things are falling down on me
Heavy things I could not see When I finally came around Something small would pin me down When I try to step aside I move to where they'd hoped I'd be Vanessa calls me on the phone Reminding me I'm not alone I fuss and quake and cavitate I try to speak and turn to stone Tilly reaches through my vest To do the thing that she does best She probes and tears my ventricles Steals my one remaining breath Things are falling down on me Heavy things I could not see When I finally came around Something small would pin me down When I try to step aside I move to where they'd hoped I'd be Stumbling as I fall from Grace She needs my vision to replace Her ailing sight throughout the night Leaving two holes in my face Mary was a friend I'd say 'til one summer day She borrowed everything I owned And then simply ran away, Things are falling down on me Heavy things I could not see When I finally came around Something small would pin me down When I try to step aside I move to where they'd hoped I'd be |
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Mama sing sing when she gotta jibboo
Papa sing gotta jibboo Mama sing sing when she gotta jibboo Papa sing gotta jibboo Mama sing sing when she gotta jibboo Papa sing gotta jibboo Mama sing sing when she gotta jibboo Gotta jibboo and you keep on drinking too |
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Washed up on shore
Washed up on shore I'd like to live beneath the dirt A tiny space to move and breathe Is all that I would ever need I wanna live beneath the dirt Where I'd be free from push and shove Like all those swarming up above Beneath their heels I'll spend my time (Shout your name into the wind) I'll wriggle in the earth and dew (Shout your name into the wind) And sometimes I will think of you (Shout your name into the wind) And if you ever think of me Kneel down and kiss the earth And show me what this thought is worth I'll never hear your voice again Shout your name into the wind Shout your name into the wind Shout your name into the wind Shout your name into the wind Shout your name into the wind Shout your name into the wind Shout your name into the wind Shout your name into the wind |
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Piper, Piper, the red, red worm
Woke last night to the sound of the storm Her words were words I sailed upon |
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I can't describe the feeling when
I'm in my bed asleep and then I wake up with a vision blurred And all my efforts are deterred To reconstruct this image lost There're certain things my mind won't do And even though they're very few The image glistens like a gem Repairing is not one of them So I'm awake though in my mind The image that so unrefined Is calling to me from the deep Tempting me to fall asleep |
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If you can heal the symptoms
But not affect the cause It's quite a bit like trying to heal A gunshot wound with gauze If you instead attempt to wrest The pistol from the hand Then I would not be able to Equate my life with sand Flowing through the hourglass Pushing through the funnel Turn once more while racing All your siblings for the tunnel Slide and let the silicone Embrace you as you fall Then bounce and land you let Your brothers crush you to the wall I would choose my own religion And worship my own spirit But if he ever preached to me I wouldn't want to hear it I'd drop him, a forgotten god, Languishing in shame And then if I hit stormy seas I'd have myself to blame |
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