1.
You Get Wet
2. The Burden Of Loyalty And Love
3. There Was No Answer
4.
The Genius & The Jury
5. Your Best
6. Out Of Rhythm
7. You Are The
Thief
8. If I Live To Be One Hundred
9. Jesus Appealed To The Masses
10.
I Wish You Success
YOU GET WET Don't want to talk
about it
Want to hide it way
You see I have this problem
That complicates
each day It's a drag to be aware
When you're losing your share
And
all that seemed important
Slips away, slips away Some things they'll get
you wet
They get you wet
They make you fret
They eat you away
Oh, like you used to say Baby was a pet,
You can't forget
There's
nothing left
To give away
That's what I meant to say It's impossible
to ever
Say just what you mean
Is it not enough that it's been seen?
Must it be sung? Must it be explained? Well I'm losing my mind
Fallin'
down and blackin' out
What happened to that list of things that we
Worried,
dreamt, cared, laughed, and cried about? I guess this is getting older
No second chances, no regrets
But I pray to God that the best times
I
won't forget She was a beauty
She was moody
But she really had
A spark inside
I wanted to imbibe She ran and ran and bet
She'd run
until
She escaped the debt
That she was running from
Purged and all
wrung out THE BURDEN OF LOYALTY AND LOVE You said the word
You said you would
Love was what you called it
I'm sorry that you heard
I don't have the faith I should
To wrap my mind around it Love What
an imposing idea
I'm not sure what to make of it
You, with your liberal
love
I can't believe you believe in absolutes
Yes, I'm suspicious
Of big words like "love" Loyalty Is a powerful word
That is what you
heard Love The word is so heavy
It brings me down when it comes around
Hang your coat out baby
Because you know that I recognize
That the
world is in need of
Big words like Love and Loyalty THERE WAS NO ANSWER
I called out to Jesus
Said, "Help me please"
But he didn't answer,
no he didn't answer me Jesus needs us
To feed him, to follow him
Oh,
I wish Jesus
Could free us from disease His wisdom haunts my mind
It's a pastiche, it's a collage
The fly on my wall
He's like a mirage
I called out to Jesus
Said, "Help me please"
But he didn't answer,
no he didn't answer me Like the man in the white suit
Like his burgundy
leather boot
Like the white horses in my room
Like the mirage of some
fabled tomb I called out to Jesus
Said, "Help me please"
But he didn't
answer, no he didn't answer me THE GENIUS & THE JURY "I am no genius,"
he said to them
I am a regular man
I came from the salt and so
There's
no fable, here, no sham I only do the things I know
I love to watch it
wane, then grow
My books are long, my feelings strong
But there's so much
of experience that I can't show The Harvard grads
With their note pads
The professor of jazz
With pomp and pizzazz
Have nothing here to discuss
Perhaps if I were of your cloth
There would be some reason for the fuss
But as it is, there would be much less need to cuss
When we realize there
is nothing here to discuss Phil Spector was a genius
Even though he carried
a gun
His battle was forsaken
His vision aged like a setting sun
I have nothing to profess
To the citizens, who say: why doesn't it make sense?
I say, leave that to the physicians
The lawyers and accountants The
Harvard grads
With their note pads
The professor of jazz
With pomp
and pizzazz
Have nothing here to discuss
Perhaps if I were of your cloth
There would be some reason to fuss
But as it is, it would be much less stress
To realize there is nothing here to discuss YOUR BEST I heard some
corny country song
I felt wistful and I thought of you
It uttered one
of the sentiments
That you always thought were true I wanted to write
a song that could impress
I'd coat it in sugar, sing it through a bullet mike
Crank the bass and maybe the thirteen year olds
Would be entertained by the
spike Your best won't do
Your grand plans are wilting like flowers you
once grew
Maybe it wasn't the reason
Maybe it was a bad season
What
your mind uttered
Your heart saw as treason
I'm sorry that your best wouldn't
do I wanted to be heard
I accepted your dower
You were a rose
But your petals lost their will to flower Now you're off to Manhattan
I hope your plans go through
For all the suckers born each minute
So rarely
are there diamonds like you Your best won't do
Your grand plans are wilting
like flowers you once grew
Maybe it wasn't the reason?
Maybe it was a
bad season
What your mind uttered
Your heart saw as treason
I'm sorry
that your best wouldn't do OUT OF RHYTHM I watched the videos
I listened to the tapes
The arrow always meandered
When I wanted it to
go straight You mucked things up
Adulterated them
Messed up the groove
So many years spent Out of rhythm
When rhythm was what we meant to prove
The mist was real, the manifestation merely garnish
The images vanished
Out of rhythm Man, I blame myself
For not laying down the law
Drawing
the line in the sand
And protecting the grandstand You held me back
It was all because of you
You're the one to blame
But I don't think you
knew Out of rhythm
When rhythm was what we meant to prove
The mist
was real, the manifestation merely garnish
The images vanished
Out of
rhythm Things could've been so sweet
But you were the thorn
You made
me choke
Man, now I've scaled things back In order to write one perfect
note
And pile it on a note
A microcosmic perfection
Accompanied by
bon mots Out of rhythm
When rhythm was what we meant to prove
The
mist was real, the manifestation merely garnish
The images vanished
Out
of rhythm YOU ARE THE THIEF The room smells like paint
The
light bulb nearly burned out
I've got a stack of magazines
That nearly
made me doubt Like when you had your
Very first paper route
It was
slow, it was tedious
But you were young That's the claim
That's your
life
There's no one to blame
For your strife
It travels down the greenest,
winding ways
And blues skies fade under the brigade I met a girl who was
so naïve
19 years old, she really would grieve
One day soon, she'd be
transformed
When she realized the restless state becomes the norm I'm
sorry but the words, they form
To the house and to the voice
The words
aren't the objects
But it's as though I never had a choice Love is young,
Love is brief
You said as you threw the rock out
To the corral reef
Your old lady's a good woman, but she hardly sleeps
'Cause you took it from
her, you are the thief IF I LIVE TO BE ONE HUNDRED Honey, you better
start running fast
Take only what you think will last
The open is door
is going to close
The red you see might be a rose Honey, move fast
If I live to be one hundred
I hope you do, too
It's a long time to be
friends
If we don't offend too many folks
By me just being me and you
being you
If I live to be one hundred
I hope you do, too The strummy,
acoustic sound ain't lost on you
The breathy, spooky voice still sets the
mood
By the dock, by the ferry boats, near the verandas
We'll sip tea
and be merry and speak in inimitable stanzas Honey, move fast
If I live
to be one hundred
I hope you do, too
It's a long time to be friends
So many people we'll offend
By me just being me and you being you
If I
live to be one hundred
I hope you do, too JESUS APPEALED TO THE MASSES
Jesus was great, Jesus was grand
He turned water into wine
He
walked on the sea
But, mostly, his message had broad appeal
He sold hope,
like Macy's sells clothes
Like McDonalds sells burgers
Hi aim was pure,
his soul was strong
He charged nothing for the hope he gave
Except a sacrifice
and dedication
And he split the world into a thousand throngs
But, mostly,
he had a good hook I WISH YOU SUCCESS Through the beauty
You
are moody
And you second guess,
Oh, but I digress You walk and speculate
You walk with a peculiar gait
When under stress
But I wish you much success
Run as fast as you can and don't say goodbye
Money shepherds the weak
through the valley of darkness
Run as fast as you can and don't say goodbye
Oh, I wish you much success
Money shepherds the weak through the valley of
darkness You dance along with your date,
You fall in love, you fall prostrate
Then you confess
Oh, you clutch your breast I wish you much success
Not second best, you're on a quest
To find the man with sprite to underwrite
Your wish, it's passionless Run as fast as you can and don't say goodbye
Money shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness
Run as fast as you
can and don't say goodbye
Oh, I wish you much success
Money shepherds
the weak through the valley of darkness You'd rather die than have second
best
Girl, I wish you much success
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