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Wishing well runs wet and dry
I wish for things I never had Surrounds and wells up in my eyes The screaming voice, it lies Wishing well gets someone's attention Every wish you ever had In a day of nights, in the darkest of light Sits and cries, watch the lies Could you give me a wish if I tell you what I want? Will the price be no object? I wish for dreams of light I live for wishing well surprise Deepest light, the secret lies Wishing well gives you all that you desire Homes and trains, and the greenest of plains That you ever happened upon The silent wish, it calls you out Calls you out by name Lays upon the plain, on the mountain high City lights, wish delights What if the waters and wishes appear? Will the price be no object? I wish for dreams of light I live for wishing well surprise Twist and shape on the winding twine Around the spindle winds Wish again, four times again Four wishes deep into the well There's a price to pay for a wish to come true Trade a small piece of your life Roots in the soil, uprooting the soil Mountain high, the mountain high The wish is only to speak a kind Kind of word, so benign absurd The well, three wishes run dry Wishing well is dry When no grass grows, the weeds run in line Wish three wishes, three wishes run dry |
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Days come, days go by
So it matters, so you say But it's all coming back in a way And nothing will ever change The words exchanged for revenge inside You know these things take time Now and then, these words Make me laugh so powerful Going through several lies They've never been so true I know that I'm used to time You know what it is, don't you? Some words make us all cry It's so talented If anybody could read my mind And share with me these thoughts Of all the enemies left behind And friends that time forgot Pretending nothing could ever faze you Well, some things never change Tell me why do these words ring home How can you heartbreak a stranger? Days come, days go by So it matters, so you say But it's all coming back in a way And everyone knows a way And everybody runs away From somebody who cries |
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Poison thoughts in my mind
Got to free myself from this bind I know I'm a reasoning guy In an act like Jesus Christ Stare into the sun You don't see eye to eye with anyone I throw it all away (Don't talk to me no more) The more I think, the less I've got to say (I don't remember you no more) About these poison years: it's just a memory And every time you knock me down It's all that I can do to get up off the ground Pull myself apart again At the end of this rope Rope at the end of the line I see you swing by your neck on a vine Treason is the reason for my poison years Leaves are changing seasons of my poison years Poison years in my mind Got to free myself from this bind I know I'm a reasoning guy Every time you knock me down It's all that I can do to get up To get up off the ground |
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I walk through the day
Through the open fields I walk to my truck To my truck and drive away To the road Through the broken roads, trusty road I was headed for the road The road that runs that way And I, I see the train The trains don't run to Brasilia I walked through the fields Through the fields to Brasilia My ticket stub says I'm going I'm going to Trenton When my friends stop by I try to impress them, no buildings over two stories high Except my house, oh my my, I see See crossed lattice work made out of brick I see buildings With laundry hanging out of the window Never in my wildest dreams would I think I'd see Brasilia crossed with Trenton When you live in the middle of nowhere Your imagination runs away and wild You make games, I make games that I play most once a day I pretend Brasilia turned to Trenton Brasilia crossed with Trenton Department store The only place that I buy clothes anymore I used to be a big shopper 'round the world Big credit cards, they don't matter anymore 'Cause I can't pay any money that I owe To these cards anymore They don't take these things down at the bank They just take money Imagine yourself in the middle of nowhere Imagination runs away for a while I play games about once a day or so I don't know, that's where I'd rather go Brasilia crossed with Trenton I wish that I could tell my story To all the people that listened to my story long ago I knew that this would happen sooner or later That I'd get disillusioned with it all Just throw my hands up to the sky and say Oh Lord, what happened, what happened To make things run this way Imagine yourself in the middle of nowhere Your imagination runs away for a while You learn to play games about once every day or so I walked to Brasilia crossed with Trenton Brasilia crossed with Trenton |
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Found a book of interest the other day
Compositions for the young and old to sing Poems written many years ago They told of family and hope and other things Put together in the old days When fifteen cents, it was a buck That's when five would get you ten Before it took you eight just to get you one Some people, they don't care when they're down on their luck Cheap thrills are awful hard to find these days No one is amused for free Someone's pulling on your mama's apron strings You'd better run and see who it is Playing cards with your neighbors on the back porch Singing with an old beat-up guitar Going to the local swimming hole Until they closed it down, now there's nowhere to go Things used to be so simple, long time ago Now everything is so expensive and complicated I hear you need a license for just about anything Used to be that a handshake was a man's word Now we settle arguments in court No one trusts anyone's intentions anymore Rummaging through the attic when I'm home It brings back those memories to me I'd amuse myself when I was small When I was younger, the simplest things would do Now I'm on everybody's mailing list For things I can't afford to buy I hear the weatherman He says ""It looks like rain for a while"" I guess I'll have to stay inside Make peanut butter sandwiches and cry |
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Well, the silence in this house
It echoes in this house I pull myself together, say "Today I will get out" The world, it changed without me You should hear what I've been told The streets I see are blasphemy Lined with paper cups and gold And in some dream, I think That every word I dare to speak Someone's always leaning over me Lean all over me A giant vision in the distance Chase that rainbow down I hear a pound, pound, pounding in my chest I hear a knock, a knocking sound It's the slivers flowing through my veins It's a sign that I'm alive You're lucky, oh my friend, so lucky You're lucky just to be alive As words go turning by I wish they'd all come clear In this room Another lonely afternoon I can count the lonely days I get by, as they go by Standing in the stairway by this room By this room (They've held me down for long enough; Like a flower, I need to grow) The frail and tender heart Been shipwrecked with a fool Feeling so abused, well, sometimes Life can be so cruel And the ones who make decisions for you Well, they better understand But you don't know what made me think of that Lonely afternoon |
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Wire cage with rope and wooden framing doors behold
Prancing for the camera in some monthly centerfold It's the loneliest I've been so far Someone left the golden door ajar Innocent they stand and picking up across the ground Hope to clear a path in garden this whole year around When they all line up When they all line up Chicken surely knows that fox so well Chicken understands that fox so well Over the fence and down the field Runs that fox so sly Stealing embryo Take those golden go Dreaming, I am Try to fly in desperation, wings come into view Nicotine is from my system, assistance Sleep, I have been sleeping for so long Run with safety underneath the feet they so adore Hen suspects the fox on guard beside the golden door Sweating from my system I'll make across the wall I'll tumble down the wall Dreaming, I am |
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Jackrabbit done run cross that road
Goin' to motel in the sky That rabbit done, story been told Why that jackrabbit done go die? Old turtle go next cross that road He crawlin' as low as he can That turtle done talk to that toad Turtle don't cross here again And everybody goes whichever way the wind blows Young chicken done cross near that road He listen to traffic go by That chicken done, story been told To get to the other side I warn ya, don't go near that road I know that road, it's a bitch I walk right next to that road All hanging out in the ditch If ever you travel that road You better keep over your side And keepin' your hands on the wheel That road be a long road to ride |