peasants of sumeria

its ok if you tell me a lie
your little indiscretions just make me sigh
its alright if you stay out late
got a few boys and they hittin it straight
way back when but the feeling is recent
probably dont remember but the kisses were decent
who knows? maybe its true
but if i dont miss her then i wont miss you

kissin in our sleep, little red rainbows-
things that i think of when i stand at your window

what now? touch me again
dont move a muscle till i count to ten
eyes of a saint and the lips of a call girl
you gotta cross the street for a pretty little tall girl
im thinking of you- you think of the door
but nothings gonna happen that is untoward
damn, no thank you ma'am...
add me to the list of the outbound men


kissin in our sleep, little red rainbows-
things that i think of when i stand at your window

oh youre just dreamin that the tides gonna roll to your door
youre out there dreamin like the dreams wont run out anymore
she'll try not to say but you'll know its true
she dont love he but still she dont love you

i aint askin you to be my girl, i just like how your locks unfurl
i dont care if its all too much- 13 reasons that i think of your touch

ride in my car

you can keep my heart if you like
still think its you when i turn out the light
give me a kiss- say its alright
but you cant ride in my car tonight
so what if my heart waits alone at your door-
somehow we'll always remain on that shore
where the sun dont rise and the moon just soars
but you cant come to my house anymore

all along the path we go
you will smile but i wont know
through the trees and the hundred grasses
in the shade your eyes so tragic

i want you to have my pictures of you
some boy will gaze on them the way that i do
slap my face but dont say its not true
this is all that youre taking with you

smooth are the stones of the path you choose
i follow them up- up and through
through the trees and the hundred grasses
in the shade your eyes so tragic

you can keep my heart if you like
still think its you when i turn out the light
give me a kiss- say its alright
but you cant ride in my car tonight
so what if my heart waits alone at your door
somehow we'll always remain on that shore
where the sun dont rise and the moon just soars
but you cant come to my house anymore

all along the path we go
you will smile but i wont know
through the trees and the hundred grasses
in the shade your eyes so tragic
smooth are the stones of the path you choose
i follow them up- up and through
through the trees and the hundred grasses
in the shade your eyes so tragic

not know

how could i not know that you wanted me to go?
how could i not see that i really wasnt being me?
part of me wants to hurt you
it might be that my hearts not true
oh, our love is sweet
but you never can tell who youre gonna meet

and when you go back- i stand and wait by the carriage track
how could they say- "the candle's north of the cinematic undersea"?
and when we step down
from the carriage and look around
this heart feels so cruel

under the grapes

lying under the grapes
the passion in the sound and the shape of...
you and me and one more sunset
riding down among the vine covered hills
and back up by the barn,
where all of the juicing is going on
we stop and pick one green flower

all i have is a cigarette
all she have is me
i know another man wants her
want her more than me

im not sure- if we're together anymore
i sense that your spirits rise
as im heading out the door
is your heart still a friend of mine?
is the honeymoon over?
is it an effort to be kind?

all i have is a cigarette
all she have is me
i know another man wants her
want her more than me

sundown, violet on the mountain
undo the lacewing bows
she feels the night surround him
sundown, babys coming home

mother mine- when i am a man i shall- oh, the things i shall tell them
weve just begun- to know the true reason- oh if i could tell them
they have my love- and all my affection despite all their treasons
the goal's not won- seek me in this life no more- perhaps in the next one
the fault is mine- oh so precious all of our lives- oh if i could tell them
ive lost myself- and the reason i started- oh if i could tell them

the dusk holiday

full-blooded woman with a licorice whip,
and you better go steady when she cracks that hip
freeze frame- shes better than you
zoom in- thats all of her sweat on you
too steady to say what for
shes got most of the blood in the tribe
my heart- its all dead on the floor
if i get her all alone im not gonna ask why

i think youre wearin those clothes because youre trying to taunt me
but i mean it when i say you oughta take me if you want me
theres a lot i want to tell you but it all seems silly
like 'i want to be your friend'- i mean that for really
im trying to hold back because i want you to first
get naked downstairs, you can keep on your shirt
take me to the shops- give me ten dollars and
youre about to learn the meaning of the words 'funk following'

apache hill

wistful is the rain falling on the marble
and high up on the summit the garden is all moonlight
more precious is the contact of your lips in the shadows
you pace the garden- i know you miss something
she is where the music is; in greek hexameter
and in our solitudes which seek her out
in the serene air of a patio, memory...
the brother of forgetting

blue and vermillion are both now a fog
the other horn of the unicorn
the archetypes and the splendors
labyrinths, symbols, all the mysteries of language

i'll dont- they will
on apache hill they sleep forever
i cannot be still for pain or pleasure
in their streams is still the silent blue
and underneath the blue- the silent moon
all for the tribe, with go i'll never
just along the high and winding measure

brazilian leglock

my my my
lord how the silver moon is shining on the lima beans
and the shattered horses sigh and drink awhile from the evening stream
and a cigarette- is hanging on the lips of the ruler
my my my

my my my
lord how the silver moon is shining on the lima beans
and the shattered horses sigh and drink awhile from the evening stream
but enough about that- were gonna bow to the whim of the ruler

11 o'clock and ive had two beers
figured id have myself a peaceful new years
but my heart starts to ring like a paranoid bell
and i wonder who youre gonna be kissing at twelve

black hair

black hair...with a slight purple tint
sister, the nights here...go on, remind me where the day went
right there...is where i saw an angel fight a ghost
oh, but your black hair...its what i miss about you most

lightness...sister defines your every move
hey politeness...what do you feel you have to prove?
i cant forget the nice kiss upon my mind
but this lightness...is all you left behind

adorable

promises in the clover
promises in the grass
i never was really sure what you was trying to pull
but you always had a uniform
and that shit was just adorable

even if the cool wind tries to get in your collar
even if too much sadness is there
and if trouble man tries to get in your way
give me a holler it will make my day

yours anymore

its not you, its true
but dont sit around thinking that i dont love you
i tried, you know
went fast when you wanted,
when you wanted went slow

poetry? its not enough to say
about the way you made me feel when i felt that way
but i'll not be yours anymore
ive got five minutes we should lay on the floor

its not you, its true
but dont sit around thinking that i dont love you
i tried, you know
went fast when you wanted,
when you wanted went slow

monsoon

all the constellations in the curtain
the monsoon in the shower with you
and the candle is burning like a forest fire
it gets me thinking
id like to make a clean break from the past
make a clean break from the living
maybe die and move on to the future
find out whats left to be given
make a clean break from the fable
fuck all that game about being a pawn
can you
hold out for the weekend?
can you hold out till the dawn?
will we find now among us
what was there all along?
can you hold out for the courage?
baby hold out for the cause...
ah, lonely like a spirit in the rain with the lights out
guessing what the night contains

directors cut

sunshine cutting across the water
outline of a fishermans daughter
daytime- no time for fun
life of a fishermans son

dress my girl in a curtain
hold her aside where the ringing bells soar
place all of the pillows to hurt them

dress my girl in a curtain
hold her aside where the ringing bells soar
place all of the pillows to hurt them

make it all worthwhile

from the sand in the palms where your shawl lies lost
out and along the political cove
im tracing your steps up into the trees
to a time when you sighed and i wasnt alone

miss valentines day- smiling and swedish
the drunken vacationers haplessly crushed
the noise of the sand was covered by revelry
but to quiet your glance it wasnt nearly enough

stood near the crabs, kissed in the water
felt the imperative loss of the day
because the light wasnt right- the sun too bright
the pressure of lust when you want her to stay

there isnt a speedboat or longboat or ferry
that doesnt recall your vague blushing goodbye
(in a thin cotton dress your impulsive pale body)
though we met up again it was there that we died

'so what if im gay' she said with a smile,
'im the type of girl that makes it all worthwhile'
'so what if im bad' she said with a smile,
'im the type of girl that makes it all worthwhile'

the japanese businessmen wanted to buy you
we just laughed and cracked lobster and broke every glass
walked home on the reef, cut up our toes
feel asleep on the sand like two pieces of trash

from the heat in the capital to the cold in the north
a train like a church where we drank and we prayed
with the eyes of a victim you looked trapped but aroused
and the cold through the window rushed where we laid

oh, to be back in that feeling i felt-
your norweigian candlelit lullaby eyes
it was cold in the mountains and elephants carried
us over the pass as you shivered and sighed

the moat around the city where you wandered to meet me
the flush of your breast and the sweat in your curls
your voice when you knocked- the sound of you crying
our graceless goodbye my lost precious girl

'so what if im gay' she said with a smile,
'im the type of girl that makes it all worthwhile'
'so what if im bad' she said with a smile,
'im the type of girl that makes it all worthwhile'

whiskey shirt

whiskey shirt- got all my wiring in order
eyes on you- ready to dance
i wont let on- you promised to redecorate my bathroom
your mamma would be proud
we will go by way of this valley i know

precious anxiety- what will you do with me?
precious anxiety- what will you do with me?

10,000 nights- in the shadow of your sail
lord it is raining as we all have waited for
halfway through december- eyes on the rudder
there is no room for anything except you

precious anxiety- what will you do with me?
precious anxiety- what will you do with me?

she wont mind

i'll go- she wont mind
the spirits wont ever find me here on the low hillside
even if the coast is clear
i'll hide in her room where the soft is sweet
where the sugary fortress meets
with the warriors of time
all in her mind

every day when the postman shows
i think about things- you know
and every a.m. in the sprinkler dawn,
i wonder why the hurt belongs.
every police and squad chief
i'm remembering your smile so brief
and every place that i want to be
bad girl youre not with me

by the black pine
where your heart waits for mine
by the pricklethorn dust and the midnight three
in your mirror collection
i want to ask you, is our fate reflected?

straighten it out

thats wrong, little mamma
that aint the way to do

lets straighten it out

thats wrong, little mamma
that aint the way to do

lets straighten it out

french quarter

its about time we took a ride-
old french quarter way
and if its bright out,
honey you can wear shades
sooner or later we'll all have to take a ride down on the escalator
and if its bright out,
honey you can wear shades

flower dust,
know the heart of the night
by the drugs and the shrubs
and the vines overgrown
damn, girl dont have a man
and the moonlight is touching you where no one else can
in your mirror collection
i want to ask you...
is our fate reflected?

headache

baby ive got a headache
im dying a death today
whys a body gotta feel so tired?
but you should go- i want you to go
i wont be jealous
i wont be jealous

top of the hill

went all the way to new york city
i never had but one thin dime
i laid my head in a new york girlys lap
she laid her pretty little head in mine

i had to pawn my silver, pawn my chain
i would have pawned myself but i felt ashamed
just teaching young stellas how to hit the spot
but love and money thats all ive got

bottom out at the top of the hill
right before i go and join the choir invisible
it'll take some time for the truth to sink in
lord only knows where ive been

help me spirits- learn your ways
teach i the music that the universe craves
and hallelujah if my ship comes in...

fuck it
just make it this is never gonna end

happy as friends