Turtledove
Pearle
Snow Days
Drummer
Like Me
Gone Gone
Gone
The Slacks
The Nail
**The Crane**
Late
Honeytree
**Includes a link to access an MP3 file so you can listen to this musical masterpiece. If you don't have an MP3 player go get one. It's easy!
Other Lyrics
|
|
|
|
Home | The Music | The Musicians | The Mystery | The Memory |
TURTLEDOVE
I come back to town
today
I've been on the highway
for days
Now behind the place
she lives
I say into the treetops
forgive
You know I trave over
mountains
You know I travel
my love
There above the phone
lines she cools
High into the treetops
I call
She has slept alone
for days and days
And she knows I travel
for pay
You know I travel over
mountains
The road I travel
is not divine
You know I travel
over highways
Come down from above,
(my turtledove)
You know I travel
my love
PEARLE
Pearle is coming down
From her pretty world
You'll be coming down
My pretty Pearle
Can you see those gullies
by the road? Those are like the ones by Deegan Curve
That's a place where
no one ever goes
Where I plan to lay
one pretty Pearle
You see my life was
ended in her arms
Now the wind blows
colder on the trees
To end my foolish
wander through her charms
Cause her will came
ripping through the leaves
And here underground
Flames can fool around
And hey Pearle, you'll
be coming down
Because Pearle is coming
down
From her pretty world
You'll be coming down
My pretty Pearle
So I took my problem
to the road
Where I saw those
lands by Deegan Curve
There I plan to dig
a dusty hole
There I plan to lay
one pretty Pearle
It's coming down
Snow lays on the chainfields
There's a blessing
on the ground
It's coming down
If your lanes are
crammed with children
There's a blessing
on your town
On a lucky Monday,
Mrs. Braintree
All your lanes are
waxen silver
And the stores are
loot for vagabonds
It's coming down
Go home! Go home and
take a snow day, Mrs. Braintree!
Mrs. Braintree, you're
a chilly northern woman
Go home from yonder
bus stop
Because there's a
blessing on the ground
Mrs. Braintree, it
is written
When the snows come
over Dixie
All the roads are
closed and the stores are loot for vagabonds.
It's coming down
Snow lays on the chainfields
There's a blessing
on the ground
It's coming down
If your road's patrolled
by children
There's no order to
be found
On account of winter,
Mrs. Braintree
All the roads are
closed
And the stores are
loot for vagabonds
It's coming down
Go home!
Drummer
Like Me
Not rich and I play
the drums
That's pretty much
me
Do you want to throw
in with me
I'm ready to play
You could lose a lot
with me
A yound lady like
you
You could lose your
luck with a drummer like me
In the days when I
had a job
I got pretty good
pay
But i became a percussionist
Just the other day
You've been living
with your mom
And that's living
to me
You could lose your
luck with a drummer like me
Oh listen, some drummers
have shaky time
Oh listen, I don't
mean to change your mind
I walked into a restaurant
A lady moved away
She must have lost
her sanity
I was drumming on
my tray
You've been living
with your mom
And you've been living
well
Would you check your
life into a cheaper motel!
Got a friend with a
drum machine
He's got rhythm and
taste
He says I live in
the seventies
And I can be replaced
Well I could be a
professional
And that's a living
to me
You could learn a
lot with a drummer like me
You could lose your
luck with a drummer like me
Oh listen, some drummers
have shaky time
Oh listen, I don't
mean to change your mind
Oh listen, but don't
listen to me
You could lose your
luck with a drummer like me
I guess you were the
queen of the Painted Panther
And you knew that
the Panther was a place I loved
That was a pretty
scene when you threw your glass down
And you knew you were
the only reason every night I'd come
I see you've brought
a new friend to the Panther
That was only natural
your mind is gone
Could we be through
if anything was standing?
We tried the whole
thing twice
And you were gone,
gone, gone for the winter
And it didn't even
seem like you were having any fun
Then you returned
with the news I needed
We had to circle twice
to see the thing was done
And you were gone,
gone, gone to pay for pleasure
When I was just giving
it to you all along
Then you returned
with the news I wanted
We gave the whole
thing another chance to do us harm
Harm
Not long ago you said
your life was ended(over)
Empty of the poison
chemical we call love
Can you believe we
laid our heads down
And let the blade
fall twice?
Harm
Oh Yeah, I played the
fool
Oh Yeah, we tried
the whole thing twice
Harm
Can I tell you a romantic
story
About the one-eyed
lady in France
I guess the king decreed
that all the various princes
Should try to get
inside her pants
Matt:
So along came a Saint
Paul dandy
He was six-and-a-half
feet tall
He said "All the little
ladies love roses"
She took the roses
and that was all
The next man for the
one-eyed lady
was my dignified rother
Dan
He said "Bring the
little woman some kisses and attention"
She wouldn't even
shake his hand
Then I moved into the
picture
I was wearing these
magic pants
I said "Let the blind
bottom of my body do the talking"
She fell into a magic
trance
I wore the pants
I said relax
We did a dance
They call the slacks
John:
Let me tell you the
truth of the story
It was me moving in
those pants
Matt said "The way
to her heart is through her tummy"
And then he took her
out to restaurants!
Dan:
Could you both turn
down the distortion
Cause you know I wore
the pants
You were both laid
out on the floor with no protection
In a deep dark watery
trance
I wore the pants
I said relax
We did a dance
They call The Slacks
I came from Minnesota
with a nail in my head
I said, "Trust me",
to a woman that I met
I held my only temple
to this angel as I bled
I felt lucky when
we found her angel bed
I dreamt that times
had changed
I'm lost today
At night I'm on a
highway
Racing from the truth
A nail in my head
I came to California
with a snake in my breast
I said, "Trust me",
to resistance that I met
I held her only temple
to the thing in my chest
I felt lucky when
the evening let us rest
Listen!
(Please
Note: For now, you must be a xoom.com member to download this song. It's
free! Just click on the banner at the top of the page to join. I'm trying
to figure out another way, but for now, it'll have to do!)
Hear me tell how the
hounds of the bankers
Took my mind to the
freaking ridge
How the claims and
howling reminders
Kept my eyes from
their rest at night
When the dogs of the
bank are upon me
And they've come to
repossess my car
I'll be found at the
base of the canyon
I'll be torn from
the wreck of the motor
All you men have to
live for the evening
Seven hours when the
light forgives
And you race like
a dog when he's dreaming
And you wait for the
yank of the hook
Understand that the
chains are magical
And they strain to
keep you where you are
I'll be found at the
base of the canyon
I'll be torn from
the wreck of the motor
Let the crane take
back the engine
Let the crane take
back the wheel
And I feel that the
world should come with me
When I ride to the
crack in the earth
Hear me tell how you
walk into dreamland
With a line from the
back of your neck
To the reel that revolves
at the center
And you wait for the
yank of the hook
When the dogs of the
bank are upon me now
And they've come to
repossess my car
I'll be found at the
base of the canyon
I'll be torn from
the wreck of the motor
Late, a hand on my
shoulder does shake me
Late, the woman who
loves me, she does wake me
Dark, in her nightgown,
she searches into my eyes
And she lays her hand
down on my side
she said, Dear I want
you to tell me you forgive me
I know tonight at
the party I was too free
Dar, in her nightgown,
she's easy to forgive
She knows she owns
me while she lives
I said, Dear I think
of the party as a great blur
Although I'm sure
you were sexy, you always were
Dark, in your nightgown,
you're easy to forgive
You know you own me
while you live
When she lays her hand
down on my side
and the eyes that
thrill me lay down in mine
Then I'm open to the
whims of a beautiful child
When you lay your hand
down on my side
And my veins are filled
with a bracing wine
Then we lay in a stained
glass colorful light
You know you own me
while you live
Honey
Tree
See that blue honey
tree in the moonlight, Honey Tree
There's only one kind
of fruit on its branches woe is me
When my lover came
to me in the moonlight, glory be
A golden bird came
alive on the branches of the tree
In the morning when
the wind blew freely through the door
A golden plume laid
alone in the sunlight on the floor
And my lover never
came to the garden anymore
but the feather I
will always keep with me. Honey Tree