Brazen Head
Only passing thoughts of times long gone, tonight 9000 miles away I hear your songs, but I - I seek the comfort of the bottle and then I let my mind to wander to the face that I knew and to the places that I went with you You told me all your stories through the trebled din but I haven't finished drinking so please tell them all again The brazen head, you overwhelm me with the powers of an ancient spell old and the new, they come around to spend their time with you ten years I dreamed about you now I haven't had a drink without you a toast for those who've passed and to the rest let's finish off the glass Well, let me tell you about how I've sinned and all the places that I've been all the battles that I've lost and all scars that I've caused 'cause if there's one thing that I know it's that all these people they come and go so that is all and that was then but I'll come back and do it again I just wanna have you close to me
Twenty-three
From the Observatory I want to tell you how its been but I'm not too sure about it myself I've tried to call time and time again but I misdialed, then stopped myself now I feel like I'm on trial for the inconvenience I caught the train in a downtown rain and I swear I saw your face as I peered out through the window's stains I swear I saw your face I'm not waiting for the world to grab me by the balls and hold until I surrender weeping I suppose I could say I've missed your ways and I wish that we could meet again someday I know its not a crime to wait but I ain't standing here forever The lighthouse sits as an attraction for tourists it's been out of work for years, it seems I think its a bed and breakfast it's automated, been reconstructed no storied old man working in it I'm just looking for it all I'm not trying to hide it I'm just looking for my own and anything to keep thats sacred I'll just stick around and wait for some kind of judgement day
Something Sticky
Are you guilty of this game that got me in this seat or grateful for the cross that kept Jesus off his feet filling up the tissue box instead of using the sheet wipe off remote control don't push button "delete" Something sticky, something itchy my visions aren't polite 'cuz I'm talkin' 'bout my life the churches on my drive are gloomy in the light Are you innocent of emission stains on my underwear or indecent, no complaints give a fuck or even care the situation's getting rough odors once foul are now fair are you tugging on the tension strings or are my rings caught in your hair Something sticky, something itchy be killed my lonely heart and seize when I'm in the crowd a small piece of the biggest part is the easiest to live out grab hold of my stiff limbs and catch me when I fall stick to what you got for the most part it is all
Movers and Morons
You could move faster you could move like you should (traffic on the bridges at bay) while the bitch and bastard has got you by the jewels (buried in the working day) and your motivation are the ones who could (the ones who do it in their own way) devastation floats in your gene pool (your father's proud 'cuz you earned your pay) You're a do-er you're a do-on fuck the world drop the neutron you're a mover you're a moron You're the cops and clip coupons Police are apathetic to protect and serve (the housing plan's provided) your friends and family get what they deserve (classes remain divided) the priest is praying for losing faith in the world ('cuz everyone was invited) sticking to your guns 'cuz you ain't got the nerve (and the N.R.A. are delighted) only the criminal knows how the criminal fits in (your kids know how to bitch and moan) cram them in the cells and they'll learn how to bend (because their generation's prone) a diamond in the rough to a nickel in the fen (more than one in the telephone) unjust is not the cuff its the truncheon's other end (and who receives the broken bones) its new year's eve, half past eleven (Dick out in the tenderloin) the rain's coming down like pennies from heaven (the cops say there's no such coin) bullets in the clouds from 357s (stay out of Hunter's Point) every new year a new deadly lesson (and two of mother's dead little boys)
Twenty-Three
Was it something you said or was it something you did it doesn't matter much 'cuz I can't leave either way I'm just a part now and I'm here to stay but I wouldn't want it any other way Well I've been gone now far too long that's why I'm writing you this song it's been six months to date and it seems an eternity to wait but it's always hard on the road I just wanna' hear you voice on the phone I just wanna' hear you voice on the phone I drink so I can retain some form of confidence but it never really kills the pain it never did I've gotta face the facts I always want you close to me Twenty-Three Well, I always used to feel so left out but now my life's all turned around its been nine months to date and it seems an eternity to wait but it's always hard on the road I just wanna' hear you voice on the phone I just wanna' hear you voice on the phone For the first time, I hope the last to the future, who cares about the past I fell in love now and it's nice to know that you're giving your love to me Twenty-Three I've been gone now far too long that's why I'm writing you this love song well, its been one year to date and it seems an eternity to wait but soon I'm gonna be back home I just want to have you close to me Twenty-Three
Smokestack Dreams
The smokestack's blowing off my last few dreams and isn't that the way its always been? she pours into the sky and chokes the trees then disappears from view, like empty streams And the second step from heaven disappeared and then I took to crying on my bed and the second step from madness disappeared on a rainy day in august every year The denizen of sad and awful days has visited my home with all her grace she's taught me worlds of knowledge through disgrace she's given me a taste of the misplaced And I've taken to revising my diaries, modifying the more adament entries and the second step from madness disappeared on a rainy day in august every year What's missing is the scent of salted air and a song sung by your sweetheart, and you're there as a twilight breeze sifts slowly through her hair and the angels take a split of the devil's share (Koski)