Lyric Book

I’ve got this little problem
That I’m hoping to resolve
I’ve got this little problem
I look outside my window
And the water keeps rising up
I look outside my window

I’m trying not to panic
It all seems logical enough
I’m trying not to panic
So I try and amuse myself with abuse and dinosaurs
Yeah I amuse me

It was a summer of delight
When my demons all took flight
After some brand new thing

I stumble in the darkness
Try to formulate a plan
I stumble in the darkness
With every bit of retrospect
I conjure up applause
I’ve got this little problem

The moon seems beautiful at night
I walk on it some times
Like some bright new thing

What you think
Isn’t what you say
Why do you believe
In some brand new thing
What you think
Isn’t what you say
Why do you believe
In some bright new thing
What you think
isn’t what you say
Why do you believe in some
Some brand new thing

Gold
Like the break of morning
Cold
And without warning
It can be sold
Feathers in the sheets
Divine design to ride on the wings of beasts

I deface
Your Eminent Grace

Sung
By the voice of evil
Bells will be rung
To the beat of your subatomic heart
Lay it on down
Well everything you deem
Halfway impossible becomes the stuff of dreams

I deface
Your Eminent Grace
Airlock your testimony to the void of space
Oh I deface
Your Eminent Grace

Gold
Like the crest of evening
Everything’s gone cold now

Oh I deface
Your Eminent Grace
Airlock your testimony to the void of space
Oh I deface
Your Eminent Grace
Airlock your testimony to the void of space
Oh I deface
Your Eminent Grace

Airlock your testimony to the void of space

We still believe in the better part of human nature
Somehow we still believe that happiness is coming back
Clouds up there in the sky made animals and funny faces
That was until you said goodbye
Now they’re just a harbinger for rain

We’re waiting for the sunshine

I’m so afraid that we’re never gonna meet again
Something in the way you smile with a little bit of sadness
Standing at the water’s edge
Getting dizzy in my tea cup
Wondering how we’re gonna live
When we’re all too busy dying
All too busy dying

Deep is the dark that hovers on the edge of morning
Sweet is the lark whose overture comes as a warning
Don’t have to give a damn but you may want to give a listen
To the song of the dark
And the harmonies bounding back

We’re praying for the sunrise

I’m so afraid that we’re never gonna meet again
Something in the way you smile with a little bit of madness
Standing at the water’s edge
Getting dizzy in my tea cup
Wondering how we’re gonna live
When we’re all too busy dying
All too busy dying

I’m so afraid that we’re never gonna meet again
Something in the way you smile with a little tinge of madness
Standing at the water’s edge
Getting dizzy in my tea cup
Wondering how we’re gonna live
When we’re all too busy dying
All too busy dying
We’re all too busy dying
All too busy dying
We’re all too busy dying
All too busy dying
We’re all too busy dying
All too busy dying

Please bring her back to me
She’s screaming at the preacher
Holding my breath too long
No matter how you try
You’ll never really understand what we’ve gone through

I’m picking up all the puzzle pieces
Strewn up and shredded before you
That’s when we realize the color of her eyes are not the same
What you wanna do?
Change your point of view?
Tell me why you did this
Tell me why you did this to me
Oh it all seems so strange
We’re gonna wrap my arms arounf the clowns

Walking next to me is a ghost you can’t see
And she thinks you’d better leave
Repeating all those stupid things they say like

You got another one still
All those foolish strangers
Got another one still
You know that God will save you

(Count down from 10 with me …9… 8… 7… etc…)

Trying hard to smile
Walking down the aisle it’s no use
They recognize me
You know it all seems so crazy
But you don’t kno9w what I can do
I know you’ve got to say the one thing on your mind
You gotta open up your soul
And turn around and show it to the world

Walking next to me is a ghost you can’t see
And she thinks you’d better leave
Repeating all those stupid things they say like

You got another one still
All those foolish strangers
Got another one still
You know that God will save you
Got another one still
Visit Cassadega
Got another one still

I see red
I see red

I’m all out of love
Someone above is punishing me
So I don’t believe

I see red
I see red
I see red

How can the world
Everyone’s world keep turning
While mine comes to a stop
Grands to a halt
And pins me here in time
In the red light
That burns me
Burns me up
Burns me up
Burns up the night
Burns up the night

I see red
I see red
In my head

The boy on the swing
Knows everything
That they say about him
He puts it away
And waits for the day
He can use it on them

The First Bank of Empathy and Shame
Wrote a note against his name
On which he built this crooked tower
It blocks out all the light
And he prays to himself at night

“Let ’em be angry
Let ’em be fools
Let ’em smoke grass
Forget about the past
Break all the rules
Let ’em go hungry
Feed ’em nothing but fear
Let ’em drink tears
Let them drink tears”

“Drink Just Tears”

I’ve been awake
Not breathing for hours
Since I’ve been awake
I’ve seen starlight turn to gray
It’s an easy thing to get caught up in flowers
Till the hornets come to play
They sting everything
No matter how bitter they seem
No matter how sweet

If all I had to do was pray
I’d probably do it every day
I’d do it every day
I’d probably start to

Believe in something greater than I was
Oh I’d probably start to believe
There’s hope for a world that’s so cruel
Make no mistake Sunday’s are perfectly paved
Not with sermons but with graves
and glory
Nothing will ever change that truth

For if God once was
He left here long ago
Just a figure carved in stone
Time rolls on
Turning into dust
That gathers around you

Thick and churning
Filtering it all away
Relentless burning
Filtering it all away
All the details burning so
You never know
Which way to go…

If all I had to do was pray
I’d probably do it every day
I’d do it every day
For if God once was
He left here long ago
Just a figure carved in stone

Then there were angels
Smiling at me
I never wondered
What they might be
They were angels
Seventeen angels

It’s a matter of space
It’s a matter of space
We have to clear a way to leave the womb
It’s a matter of time
It’s a matter of time
Before we just turn to shadow

It’s a matter of dreams
It’s a matter of dreams
Do we believe they can come true
It’s a matter of love
For the stars up above
Which one will we run to?

It’s a matter of mind
Over matter and time
Retrograde and afterglow
It’s a matter of facing
All the things we’re replacing
Need a place to go

Will we look outside our room
Just to find we face the wrong side of morning?
We can run until we crawl
Listen as Cassini falls

Its a perilous climb
Such a perilous climb
To eye the summit we may never know
It’s a matter of strings
And theoretical things
(Not to mention water)

We can stay here and grieve
If we want to believe
Earth can be our only home
It’s a matter of space
Beyond Tranquility Base
We need a place to go

Will we look beyond out moon
Just to find we face the wrong side of morning?
We’ll run until we crawl
Listen as Cassini falls

(Lyrics by Bruce Cockburn)

Here comes the helicopter — second time today
Everybody scatters and hopes it goes away
How many kids they’ve murdered only God can say
If I had a rocket launcher…I’d make somebody pay

I don’t believe in guarded borders and I don’t believe in hate
I don’t believe in generals or their stinking torture states
And when I talk with the survivors of things too sickening to relate
If I had a rocket launcher…I would retaliate

I want to raise every voice — at least I’ve got to try
Every time I think about it water rises to my eyes.
Situation desperate, echoes of the victims cry
If I had a rocket launcher…Some son of a bitch would die

Remember when we were five
We had such deep conversations
Without ever using words
Nobody heard us
Frozen forever in time
We’ll always be tethered together
Victims of circumstance
Identical at a glance
And I gave you every chance
To say something

Blue jeans – motor oil
A scarab alone in the desert
Beautiful and a curse
A clone in a black hearse
Hello there it’s midnight
I’m staring up into the heavens
Wondering if you are
Behind every new moon and star
or just a passenger in my car?
Say something

Say something….

Faith is my dispensary
It fills me up when I’m feeling depleted sometimes
This is my apology
For those of you that I may have offended at one time
But I ran out of tears before I ran out of time
I ran out of tears….