HOPE
WILL KEEP US GOING In
a land that's
Hard for us to understand… Danny
pushed a lot of freight
Like Hoffa under concrete
He struggled to just stay
above ground
Cindy is an hairdresser
She and Danny fight,
But they fall
in love each night She whispers, "We
have to see the difference
Between what we have and what we don't
I think
it's up to us to decide
Whether or not what we don't have
Will change anything
anyway" Hey, we'll pay the bills
Hey,
we'll get some thrills
You and me, baby, we've got strong wills
Hope will
keep us going Danny plays the ukulele
He's
strums in the dark
He makes it cry - you should hear
Cindy looks out the
window
Cindy's got big, cloudy dreams
She and Danny fight,
But they
fall in love each night She whispers, "We
have to see the difference
Between what we have and what we don't
I think
it's up to us to decide
Whether or not what we don't have
Will change anything
anyway" Hey, we'll pay the bills
Hey,
we'll get some thrills
You and me, baby, we've got strong wills
Hope will
keep us going
KILLIN'
TIME Baskin'
in the sun
Watchin' everyone
In the afternoon in June
On a hammock
Eatin'
a sandwich
Sippin' a beer and droppin' my spoon Killin'
time out on the beach
Killin' thoughts that disturb my peace
I felt pretty
good with my list of
Woulds, coulds, and shoulds
But I left it back in
the hotel room Got lost last September
And
waylaid till December
A few regrets and a Christmas tryst
So I hopped on
a plane
And set out for some terrain
Where I could just sit around like
this Killin' time out on the beach
Killin'
thoughts that disturb my peace
I felt pretty good with my list of
Woulds,
coulds, and shoulds
But I left it back in the hotel room I
stubbed my toe
I gabbed with Joe Blow
I gave the concierge a sizable tip
So
he keeps my glass full
I'm takin' a pull
And I have no regrets about this
trip Killin' time out on the beach
Killin'
thoughts that disturb my peace
I felt pretty good with my list of
Woulds,
coulds, and shoulds
But I left it back in the hotel room THE
OBVIOUS GIRL What
was all that business?
The thing about the fight
I remember some grass
Some
bingo, some poker
Some happiness and laughter
Twisting and turning
Candles
in restaurants burning
Our chests pressed closed together
You were the
obvious girl
The obvious girl But the conflict
came
Do you remember why?
We were driving down the freeway
And I think
I asked for a reply
To a question that struck a chord
I remember how you
looked
I don't remember if it was day or night
But you took a bath in sunlight
You
were the obvious girl
The obvious girl We
were singin' along with the car stereo
Tra-la-la It
doesn't matter what it was about
It was the feeling, not the words
It was
the echo, not the statement
It was patterned in our days
We changed so slowly
But
it happens to everyone
The music was playin'
And we remembered making love
You
were the obvious girl
The obvious girl We
were singin' along with the car stereo
Tra-la-la
DORSEY BROOKS In
some slum, in some town
Under some half moon
You got to bring brass knuckles
And
a big belt buckle
'cause you might meet Dorsey Brooks Mr.
Brooks runs the bar like Stalin
He's about 6'2'' or six 6'3''
Got a big,
shiny car and a place at the bar
And a bevy of fine ladies He's
a crook, he's a crook, he's Mr. Brooks
Watch out folks or he'll get his hooks
in you
It's true
You better watch out if you know what's good for you Some
folks call him Dorsey
Some just Mr. Brooks
Some come in through the back
door
To avoid gettin' one of his looks
He takes some dudes out in the alley
He
beats 'em up when he feels like it
Sometimes they owe him money
Or maybe
just looked at him funny
But it keeps him sharp and fit He's
a crook, he's a crook, he's Mr. Brooks
Watch out folks or he'll get his hooks
in you
It's true
You better watch out if you know what's good for you Some
shoeshine boy
Told me on Tuesday
That he was at the club
On the first
Friday in May
And, oh, what could he say,
Out in the alley
Dorsey's woman,
Sally
Was with man named Remy
Dorsey happened upon it
And exploded like
a hurricane
And Remy met his maker
What a sorry end He's
a crook, he's a crook, he's Mr. Brooks
Watch out folks or he'll get his hooks
in you
It's true
You better watch out if you know what's good for you
POUND
THAT BEER DOWN Come
with me
And I will show you the way Bombs
are dropping far from here
Lovers are loving, singers are singing
Beggars
are beggin', diners are dinin'
Road crews are workin', bakers are baking
The
blue lights fade in the summer night
The TV blares and commercials excite
Any
time you need someone
Come and see me, yes, me Whoo-hoo!
Grab
a beer and pour it on the floor
We have a case and a party's in store Pound
that beer down
Ooh, like you mean it
Pound that beer down
Ooh, like you're
life depends on it
Pound that beer down
Man, I'm serious this time The
place is full, the truth be told
Can't you feel it all over? Flashing,
flashing, flashing
The fading, fading, fading light
The woman walked a long
way to get here
I think you got to let her know
That it was worth it
Hug me, hold me, harp on me
Make it easy to get through the door
It's
all a bunch of nonsense, this talk
But I think you'll feel good in the end
It
won't be such a shock
Whoo-hoo!
Grab a beer and pour it on the floor
We
have a case and a party's in store Pound that
beer down
Ooh, like you mean it
Pound that beer down
Ooh, like you're
life depends on it
Pound that beer down
Man, I'm serious this time
YOU ARE MY ANGEL Bake
some bread and bring it over
I don't care where it came from
What you do
you do with love
And it's sent from above
You are my angel, my angel baby
Don't
need nobody else
You are my angel, my angel baby
Won't ever put you on the
shelf No one can keep us from what we have
No
one can tell us of a better way
We have to earn what we earn
And learn what
we learn each day
You are my angel, my angel baby
Don't need nobody else
You
are my angel, my angel baby
Won't ever put you on the shelf No
one can keep us from what we have
No one can tell us of a better way
We
have to earn what we earn
And learn what we learn each day
You are my angel,
my angel baby
Don't need nobody else
You are my angel, my angel baby
Won't
ever put you on the shelf No need to fuss
No
need to fight
You know, baby, you are alright
PAINT BY NUMBERS Feelin'
sort of strange
Baggage on the brain
Projecting a picture of a something
I once saw
Worked on the visage
Worked on the sounds
It's remarkable
how close I got
To the image of what we want
What's the next step?
To
become like all the rest?
Workin' on that model airplane
I got from the
box
I'll do my best to paint by numbers You
gave a lecture
I liked each line
You postulated a theorem
You came up
with a design
It held my attention
Till it struck a nerve
When you were
talking about
Getting what we deserve
I didn't know the next step
Couldn't
define all the rest
So I'll prop up the picture
And toil away
I'll do
my best to paint by numbers We got off track
You
slapped me on the back
And said "Ha Ha,
It's all in good fun"
But
at the end of this test
I'll see a great big mess
So I'll do my best to
Paint my way out of it Another night
Another
word
Another picture
Another blurry notion
Of what we might be
If
we only worked out the kinks
You describe it
Then you contradict
I just
want something that sticks
Well, I've got the model
And I've got the paint
At
the end of this
They'll call me a saint
When it all bursts in colors
So
beautiful, I suppose
What a blissful repose
So I'll prop up the picture
And
toil away
I'll do my best to paint by numbers
FILLIN' MY COLLECTION From
London to Louisiana
From Paris to Pasadena
Got scores of music
And scores
of sounds
To fill my collection Can be alone,
Can be with company
Can be in cities,
Can be in the country
Fillin'
up my collection Fillin' up my collection
Fillin'
up my collection
Got no big reason
Just a million seasons
To fill up
my collection Rode the plane for 15 hours
With
a girl who looked so dour
We arrived but never made it
Somehow we both forgave
it
But we filled up my collection In the
restaurant we all sigh
We looked out for some spy
Is there a color or a
song
Or some music that belongs
To fill up my collection Fillin'
up my collection
Fillin' up my collection
Got no big reason
Just a million
seasons
To fill up my collection The world
is split open
The water is wide
Let's fill up the collection
Let's fill
up the collection
TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN Remember
how I said you were mad?
How your eyes were full of sadness
But you looked
so bright and sunny
There was symmetry in the kiss
I feel that sadness,
too, but we change it
We carve our story like carving wood reliefs
The truth
is not absolute, but believe me
This is as close as the thoughts come
To
what is in your soul, see these thoughts
Are mixing with the ether and cascading
We
did all of those shows, all that travel
And we met up on a mountain,
And
we splashed in a stream
The radio was full of sounds from home Our
hands are high in the air
We have embraced the altitude
From the top of
that mountain
The top of that mountain
We won't come down the hill, no no Elevation
is the goal, it is supreme
You felt like you were lost until you heard the
drum machine
And it carried you away so you kept it on
Now the blue, neon
light keeps you awake
But that is alright, that is alright
TEMPIN' I
thought about rock stardom,
My friends laughed while we got drunk
And I
thought that I would show 'em
Packed my life into a trunk
Livin' upstairs
at my dad's house
While I finished my degree
I signed up for a rock band
And
reported to a temp agency It's just me
I
guess the rock star life sounds nice
But for now I'm tempin' Blew
two grand on a trip
Made an album in four days
I checked in to see the cover
art
From a cyber café
We had a release party
And we blew the room
away
I went back to work the next day
In the mail room of a law firm, hey-hey-hey Whaddaya
say?
I guess the rock star life sounds nice
But for now I'm tempin' And
the truth is we all want to be
Just a little bit better
And though others
seem to have it right
They also want to be
A little bit better
The seasons
change
But the truth remains
We all do a little tempin'
DONOVAN
Donovan
Brannigan
And the woman who made him man again
Were tossin' off some tempting
little trifles
There were three out in the shed
Two of them were left for
dead
Donovan was polishing his rifles Oh,
Donovan
You're gonna pay for your sins
Bang, bang you're busted
And you
can't be trusted
Oh, Donovan
Why'd you lose when you win?
Oh, Don Brannigan
She
made you a man again Fixed it with a tourniquet
That
was not the worst of it
It was like a finger in a vise
All along the sandy
shore
The madrigals of troubadours
Echoed that elegiac reply Oh,
Donovan
You're gonna pay for your sins
Bang, bang you're busted
And you
can't be trusted
Oh, Donovan
Why'd you lose when you win
Oh, Don Brannigan
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