1.
Look Up, Babe
2. The One Man Show: The Places & The Life
3. The Seeds
of Addiction
4. Seriously
5. Thoughts Are Things
6. Goodnight Doctor
7.
Simple Plan For A Large Mind
8. Blue Waterloo
9. Witching Chords
10.
Brilliant Skies & Diamond Eyes
LOOK UP, BABE When
the phone rings
And the pendulum swings
What seems to matter most becomes
a blur
That's when the real woman does emerge Look up babe
The wind
is crying
I don't mind dying
Here with you tonight
Ease on down
Slip out your window
It's time that we go
In the pale moonlight You're
so fragile, sometimes,
I can't help but want to ease your mind
We're
crazy to think that each day we will wake
And we won't be captive to these
pangs of ache Look up babe
The wind is crying
I don't mind dying
Here with you tonight
Ease on down
Slip out your windows
It's
time that we go
In the pale moonlight
THE ONE MAN SHOW: THE
PLACES & THE LIFE I descended to the ship with ease
I was free from
the howling authority
Had no crew, had only the river
And the tides that
caused the empty shiver There are several places that I went in my mind
The rippling waves, the slipping triumphant grind
Tossing back and forth toward
each sunrise
Rolling from the dull dip to the sweet surprise I can hardly
recall where I have been
Seattle, New York, and New Orleans
L.A., London,
and Barcelona
Gaie Paris and Bella Roma San Juan Island to Naxos, Greece
Idaho Falls to the San Francisco streets
Like a bottle bouncing on top of
the sea
Always, with the tempestuous love for N.Y.C. I've seen a few traces
of the romantic life in each harbor
Not real life, but the life of theater
Night after night, in eternal beds I slept
Looking at the looming stars until
I wept Passion, melodrama, and understatement
I wish I could make the
mistakes
That the French poets make,
That their heroes make, But
for this life
The triumphs are merely
Simple pleasures
And subtle
treasures THE SEEDS OF ADDICTION You were the one
I could tell
right away
You were in it for the right reasons
Stranded in pensive, lonely
positions Even when you were steeped in victory
You faltered and you'd
sway
Saying my heroes were out of season
I had your back during your pale
battle of attrition Beneath the mighty steamer
You, exalted like a dreamer,
Loved me and the way this
Sad melody of our relationship played
Congealed by the rowing,
And the hymns to silence
That you hear, buzzing
in the fields so far away
Sowing the seeds of addiction Rapt and going
down
Overrated
One must be a fool or a clown
To be so sedated
I love you more now than ever before
We now see what we always wanted to see
We are transfixed,
We are addicted Beneath the mighty steamer
You,
exalted like a dreamer,
Love me and the way this
Sad melody of our relationship
plays
Congealed by the rowing,
And the hymns to silence
That you
hear, buzzing in the fields so far away
Sowing the seeds of addiction SERIOUSLY I
take music seriously
I haven't found a way to cheat
It always feels like
me Is it acceptable to do your part,
Even if you don't feel smart?
If you have a troubled heart Take it seriously
Take it seriously I
should move somewhere
Where people are harsh
And no one gets cut any slack
Do you worry about your vocation?
Is there something that you lack?
That you can't get back? Take it seriously
Take it seriously THOUGHTS
ARE THINGS Thoughts are things
When one understands this
They shape
the world For the world is always dictated
By the sound in your head
By the sound in your head When one is truly ready for a thing
It makes
an appearance
It makes an appearance Summary of growing rich
Definite
purpose, definite plan
Thinking of success, not failure Have no fear,
shed no tear
Have the proper state of mind
Because thoughts are things
GOODNIGHT DOCTOR Don't you know that life's a one-way ticket
That you can't repay, not on some other day
Yes we'd always bet we'd run till
there was nothin'
Left to run away from, it's kind of like we used to say
We'd run away Till all you can say is Goodnight Doctor
Let the
heavens open up to you
Your life wasn't what you thought it would be
But
don't let that simple fact change you
Or change what you think of what you
had to do
It was impossible
To ever say just what you meant
You
never knew what you had until it went
So, bid it goodbye You're beautiful
You're beautiful
All things beautiful have to go away sometime
Then they
begin
You're beautiful
You're beautiful
The beautiful things have
to go away
To come to an end
Oh, Doctor goodbye SIMPLE PLAN FOR
A LARGE MIND The cold wind
In the Magnolia trees
Shakes the house
As you fall to your knees On misfit satin nights
Under the judgmental
moon
You regret the past
With ideas that just shouldn't last You hang
onto opportunities
That you have missed
You spin the car's wheels
As it falls off the cliff Just let them slip on past
You can't repeat
the past You wonder why your parents
Seemed so resigned
With the
specter of something
Dismissed before its time Say c-c-c'mon over later
Let's have a dance
Daughter's a liberator
A confiscator
With a simple,
simple, simple, simple, simple
Simple plan for a large, large mind BLUE
WATERLOO She had the nerve to say the things
That she wrote in her
journal at night
That monumental verve that springs
From such a lucid
personal insight Your ravenous, back-alley ways
Proactive, like a devil
on the make
Set her drifting from her ideals
Into an azure hovel where
secrets bake Stronger than alcohol
Your love is vast and it is tall
Stronger than any words in a song
My candle's burning bright
But it will
not last the night
So let's bath in the light
It casts on the waters of
blue
You've met your Waterloo You stumbled in like a trucker
Who
needed a brew
But you made a miscalculation
When you shamelessly tried
to woo This girl with delirious sass
And a pile of anguish and bitterness
She grabbed the cane tipped with shiny brass
As you walked out to the
grass Stronger than alcohol
Your love is vast and it is tall
Stronger
than any words in a song
My candle's burning bright
But it will not last
the night
So let's bath in the light
It casts on the waters of blue
You've met your Waterloo WITCHING CHORDS You hear those witching
chords
The world could be yours, you see colors everywhere
You hear those
witching chords
Sounds of revolution, colors everywhere Don't tell me the
bad news
Don't tell me about the everyman
I'll thank you all
I'll
thank my friends The city boys, who move tenderly
To the city, to go drinkin'
and sleepin' far from home
They find it hard to believe, they rarely notice
But it's magical on Sunday when the witching chords drone You can't drag me
down
You can't take me away
You can't be happy all the time
But you
can enjoy being in the gutter on a Bohemian day Woe is me, I found something
brand new
Your life is fleeting, in case you didn't know
The revolution
of the mind envelopes you
So fast and then so slow, so slow You hear those
witching chords
The world could be yours, you see colors everywhere
You
hear those witching chords
Sounds of revolution, colors everywhere BRILLIANT
SKIES & DIAMOND EYES It starts with a fresh face - Newness - Beginnings
And a dream of being a star someday
Behind the camera, aware of the audience
Thinner, richer, and wiser when you earn your pay You earn it on some other
pasture
But you're still lonely and you must take chances,
The sweet
emotion that you're after
You might find after a few late night dances
Then you're drunk for a week straight
On the green, green grass - waiting
on someday
Like you're running scared, but the dreams remain
They are
to be remembered in some strange way Then you're on the cusp, holding it in
your hand
Crying, laughing, and lasting; longing for the touch
Evenings,
mornings, and afternoons demand
That Wild Willie shakes off the glitter and
makes the bust Now you're holding on to the tender night
With little comfort
in the notion of what is right
Everything in front, all that passed behind
It's just dusty, dusty, dusty time So your life is set to music, babe
Black and blue and sweet as marmalade jade
Or maybe white and black and no
shades of gray
It might be easier when you get down on your knees and pray
That you soon reach the day, but dreams are to be remembered
Hey Mama,
it's late, and it gets hard to surrender
To the yellow and gold of those luminous
skies
Those brilliant skies light up your diamond eyes So play, Mama,
play, just play, Mama, play
You might get some sugar on Sunday, but it's not
for me to say
So let me be what I will be, without disguise
Those brilliant
skies light up your diamond eyes | 
