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If I had a dream girl, I’d dream it of you. Falling, falling, I know I’ll give in for you are my own true love If I had a dream girl, I’d dream it in color. I’d rent this moon for our honeymoon If I had a dream girl, I’d dream it of you
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When he awoke into a pool of his own blood He was taken to a jury of his peers They testified, they testified to his sin |
I was born I’ve been told In Texas you take what you will, |
I’m gonna carry that ocean inside me with the waves and birds, I’m gonna carry that ocean inside me with the sand and sun, |
Having a body, it can be hard work. Gotta use sunscreen, toothpaste, socks and shirt I knew a fella, he died too young. Bodies don’t like drinking, and other kinds of fun If boredom don’t get you, you know cancer will. Gotta fight wrinkles, take all sorts of pills Having a body, it can be hard work. But getting to love your sweet thing, that sure is a perk |
Should I say what I want or hide it away I know love breaks these walls in two All other words, they were not my best But if I stayed here with you would you know what it meant, that beneath the cold outside this is finally a rose We could tear it to pieces, the wall falls to pieces. But I fall to pieces, every time we meet And for so long I’ve slept-walked the motions, spurning all company to carry these stones. Now I see what I’ve forsaken. Let’s away from this bottomless ocean |
Hey love, hope you’re not wandering, Hey love, hope you’re not wandering, Hey love, hope you’re not squandering all your days wandering … |
I was born on a runway, was handed my shoes. I was warned of a new day in a land of lose-lose. From the pain of my knowing, I make pearls as I lift all these sane going-nowheres from their worlds, this is my gift Oh, a nasty fame is what they claim they want from a master race of idiot savants. Hold my hand, I’ll take you to a place so starry and full of grace, where our feelings are un-erased, we’ll be like missiles upon our prey: truthful days In the blindness of shadow, in the darkness of fear, I weave webs out of borrowed detritus from my peers. In the cauldron of instinct, on the fire of short-shrift, I melt blame with a wink-wink, I join tribes, this is my gift From the traces of memory, to the places I’ve grown I see faces before me, I hear words in between stones. From the pain of my knowing, to the passion of my kiss, Through ordained overflowing, I hold fast, this is my gift. |
Your eyes strip the fears away Though I don’t have a ring on my hand How can I convince you dear Though I don’t have a ring on my hand Back to back and front to front |
In the twilight’s last gleaming, things were seeming awful strange. When I saw her, she was screaming, I could feel it in my brain I knew that I didn’t have long. All I could remember was a song And the children were complaining about the raining on the roof. While my wounded head was draining, she was feigning to be aloof Her patience had eroded, she was loaded, she grabbed her purse. When I found out the gun was loaded, things started to look worse |
When I was fourteen, my old pa set me down. Put a globe right down and spun that thing around. He said “I’ve been there, been there, done that, and I think you should too.” That’s a lot of traveling for a man to do In this big world, in this big world It’s too big for a little boy at heart It’s a big world, such a big world It’s too big, and it’s getting bigger every day There’s a lot of foes, a lot of friends to meet There’s a lot of bottles, a lot of foods to eat There’s a lot of mountains and canyons and rivers and oceans and paths to roam, but you gotta choose one place to make your home Too many choices to make wrong, too many voices to have never known. I think I’ll make mine smaller next time There’s a lot of pretty, pretty women. There’s a lot of pretty, pretty women. Did I mention all those pretty women? But you gotta choose one to love as your own |
Tired of preparing for death I’ve got myself electric hands Tired of eluding love’s grasp And I feel all around with emotion Building up fortresses Sowing up fields (hope I don’t elope myself again), tearing up and building down again. These dusty books will smother me |
Shiva
Shiva, shiva can you do your dance for me? Let your dervish spin another lover, spin her right in my web. Shiva, shiva, can you wing a chance for me? You can be my smother lover, brother, I’ll be your gutter baby When you move for me, when you groove for me I won’t walk alone and heaven is saved And all is fine, all is fine for another day
In a world that’s far too busy, I’m dizzy and need a battle right away When you move for me, when you groove for me I won’t walk alone and heaven is saved And all is fine, all is fine for another day And through the tangle of your arms I know I’ll find out a world of too much has just gnawed away, and when your movements take their wing I know I’ll find out destruct is create on a bad hair day When your body sways a little magic comes right our way, a life that’s tragic now has time to play … Lead on, lead on, let your life spawn One day I’ll be at peace on my own, one day the fields I’ll reap on my own |
Sometimes I feel like a bear awakened much too soon. Sometimes I feel like a bear caught at the honey pot, Sometimes I feel like a bear that got lost along the way, |