1.
Slow Down (Version 6.1)
2. Baha Blues
3. Song In G Flat
4. Chasing Down
The Day
5. This One's For The Poets
6. Black Weather
7. Drunken Morning
(Post-Gala, 1998)
8. Cold Wind
9. A Pot Of Coffee
10. Figaro
SLOW
DOWN (VERSION 6.1) He always greets me with an ear to ear grin
And
lets me know he'd rather see me more frequently
I greet him the same way and
we b.s. for a while
And I pretend things are the way they used to be He
moves through the crowd of jubilation
And he finds an agreeable place on the
couch
He takes a swig from a tall bottle of beer
And he puts a cigarette
in his mouth He stumbles through the doorway to his bedroom
Everybody's
cleared the joint but left a mess behind
He looks at all the ashes and the
bottles and the butts
With a pair of glazed eyes that could be blind BAHA
BLUES I think I'll pack up some wine
And some flowers so sweet and
pure
I'll gather up my good intentions
And run swiftly out that door
I know I won't need them on the other side
But you never can be sure Take
me downtown, baby you know
That darkened skies descend down on me Oh,
desert train keeps rollin' you know
Goodbye, Baha
Hello eternity
The
sun's going down on me SONG IN G FLAT It's gonna be a long time
till I'm home
And I can't do it alone
So I go da-da-da
And say it's
not hopeless Rain will fall on your stair
Oh, let me in baby
And we
can go anywhere So take off your coat, laugh and sing
Remember when you
felt you could do anything
Raise up your hand, salute your flowery host
Catch a bold bird as it disappears on the coast Oh, won't you deliver my soul
Oh, it's gonna be a long time till I'm home There's a line outside my door
I'm not sure what everybody's lookin' for
But I think I'll put on my best
coat and comb my hair
'cause right now I think I could go anywhere! CHASING
DOWN THE DAY You're tied to a poor son of a gun
Don't go breakin the
law
Don't go breakin the law
Don't go breakin the law Like a passageway
to a better day
Oh my, my
Oh my, my
Oh my, my
I'll keep on chasin'
down the day CHERRY WINE Oh, lady
I wanna take you down
Pour some cherry wine
And sip it on down
Can you feel it?
As the
music takes you away La-la-la
La-la-la
La-la-la Stay there
Hold on to yourself
Things are hard to really see
And I know why you're
tired
It's as it should be Don't hide
Don't hide yourself today
I'm movin' on
It's another way La-la-la
La-la-la
La-la-la
Oh and I know you're tired
And you feel you've come undone THIS ONE'S
FOR THE POETS This one's for the poets
Who never get heard
This
one's for the poets
Who live by the word They're writing it
And dreaming
it
But the dream is deferred Does the finest poet that ever wrote
Feel more deeply than me around midnight?
Does the poet have his business
head screwed on?
Does he better understand the first morning light? I
do believe my mailman has a few sonnets stashed away
He knows that they'll
make him a better human someday
My taxman's too afraid to make the public
foray
And his masterpiece ages and slowly passes away And I can remember
What it was like to not be heard
And I wonder why my daydreams
Mean anything
to anyone BLACK WEATHER When the weather closes in
The midnight
sun is back again
She takes my bruised up hand
And makes it well Tiny
Rose
Play my heartstrings sweet and low
Leave the night fire burnin' down
slow
Keep the room lights way down low
Seems that soon you will be slippin'
away slow And she takes up all my time
In every corner of my mind
She gives enough at the crucial time And then leaves me sleepin' alone Beginnings
are the best
Time proceeds and things get worse
I think I'm hungry or
dying of thirst DRUNKEN MORNING (POST-GALA 1998) What a fine time
we had last night
Everybody was lookin' so fine
We all did the glad-handing
We drained those bottles of wine And I've got myself in a predicament
That is something close to heaven sent
Won't you give me a compliment?
Because last night came and went But it's OK now
We're drunk in the morning
And it's perfect somehow
I'm shameless and I'm nameless
But how great
is the morning? Just a friend and I
Having the breakfast of champions
We can dismiss all problems with a sigh
And we know that it can be done
Funny how the indoors can elate
I think I'll get drunk for a week straight
Last night didn't go so well with my date
But I don't have the energy to become
irate Cuz I've got warmth and I've got time
Won't you lay me on the line?
I'm doing so good, so good and fine
Just drop this boy a dime Last
night we were runnin, we were getting' it done
All I want in life is some
one
Who appreciates a night like the last one
Followed by a drunken morning
COLD WIND Where she came from I don't know
To stand there with
her hair in a bow
She catches the water in her hand
She watches the rain
falling slowly I don't know why she calls me
Why she smiles and sings
to the sea
Why she stands stoically on a hill
Lettin' the rain fall on
her toes The days are consuming me
The vision of her is changing
So,
so rapidly A POT OF COFFEE The evening is crisp
On the south
slope
The air smells musty
She smells like soap A dog barks in the
fog
You can't see but five feet
What she's doing far from home
Is
a mystery to the bums in their seats on the street It's getting colder
The storm front's sure to come
It's a hard morning coming
And she doesn't
know anyone A pot of coffee
Is making a slow burn
In the all night
diner
Where she goes to discern
Whether tomorrow's lovers
Are worth
sitting through today
She remembered her half brother
Who came across
some money
And he moved to Guantanamo Bay
She remembered the things he'd
say FIGARO She can't be but 25
But she's got 8 ½ months worth
of womb
She hasn't grown up with the world
But it's claimed her all too
soon She sat with her friend, so innocent
Waiting for the waiter to come
The owner of the Bistro is her baby's father
And he's suddenly given her a
son And she's so pretty
Even though she's about to pop
I think she's
courageous
But she might just be clueless
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