Archive for June, 1996

Re-In-Living

Sunday, June 30th, 1996
It was cold, not feeling the cold eyes
were where they belong
Huddled together feel the warmth
Thoughts were where they belong.

I walk down the road, leap a ditch
And mount a hill despite the wind.

And he bowed on the point of going
How loyal had they been
Make up matters by a grand funeral
How loyal had they been.

I could say that to anyone else,
there was no such guilt.
Do I have to say it to you I refuse
to set foot.

Tired out by play and performance
Heroic but unsung.
Final attempt gaining guidance
Heroic but unsung.

I see what is right and I do so approve
But I’d rather be lost and feel the groove.

Roll Up Rule

Saturday, June 29th, 1996
My eyes are like lenses my ears swinging doors
Admitting all this crap into my mind
And the progress of my soul is blind
To the rock that rolls divine
I have the beast on my back
Again again I’m under attack
When the woes of midnight rise

It’s the roll up rule, just keep moving
Baby you be cool with me

Fine sense of madness and the courage yet to dare
Guided by the vanities tossing up the hair
Pride pleasure pomp and plenty
Smile like the rice and feed with many
Damaged people are dangerous
‘Cause they know they’ll live through this
When the woes of midnight rise

One thing is certain in the grand master plan
Love only visits from the shadow of a hand
The cause is just union perfect
Hunger is a sauce that’s worth it
All your moods go passing through
It’s old man wind that’s telling you
When the woes of midnight rise
It’s the roll up rule

Runaway John

Friday, June 28th, 1996
Run away run away John
Run away run away John
Evil’s coming for you
Run away run away John

And while it eats me I keep on breathing
And when it leaves me I still believe

I want to tell her she is kind
(kindness is only a shelter from under the rain)
I want to tell her of my life
(the time that you borrow is nothing without feeling pain)
I want to tell her she is good
(and when the animals love you they hold you up high)
I want to tell her I’m alright now

Run away run away John

Save Yourself

Thursday, June 27th, 1996
sometimes when you take another love
makes me wanna run away
you can guess what it might do to you
you don’t wanna know
i don’t know if you’ll do this for me
but what is wrong with monogamy
what has ever become of us
living like we were wrong?
i’m not not not not giving more
’cause it’s not not not not enough
save yourself for me
i guess you must really
want to lie on the floor
you got it one day,
meaner than some
and i go wing around wing
around waiting to fall and
you go “ha ha my guy is alone”
save yourself for me

Say My Name

Wednesday, June 26th, 1996
Here am I bent and weary on
Compromised by a lonely heart
All I ever wanted to be was something like myself
What ever happened to me, someone get me help

Say my name, call me over
Say my name, long as you love me it’s alright

You say sadness, sadness filled my eye
Could be alone now, gone I cannot hide
All I ever wanted to be was something like myself
You the one that happened to me, now I’m gone to hell

I see my baby walking by
I see she’s leaving me behind
Baby, baby-baby don’t be so mean
You the meanest thing that the world has ever seen

May you please hold me to the morrow
Let it be all a case of rain
All I ever wanted to do was have some love
Someone and it had to be you

Selection

Tuesday, June 25th, 1996
I have tried but not arrived
haven’t heard the total
I got no plans, got no ties
I would cry if I died.

To go home, be in that frame
of that same safe sane
Moods of rooms secure the walls
Go home.

Set The Fire

Monday, June 24th, 1996
I’m running from a fear
there’s a huntsman here
Running both my eyes
I’m seeing lies

I never want to play,
never want to touch
Never want to be afraid of
never being high on the hill

There being none here rare
So being oh so beautiful

Half way half inside the woods
Half my head is wood
gone for good gone bad

I’m grinning, grinning down a grade
Grinning ring ring ringing
my winning roots aside

See I know why I do it now
I do it now
Now
I’m on my feet looking back
Forward looking back
Back track

She-La

Sunday, June 23rd, 1996
Gonna start dressing
Finer things
Maybe just nothing
Maybe just a dream

You are gonna find him one day knockin at your door
Hes not the hero any more
He says baby dont you want me in your life
You tell him what is wrong, not right

Dont She La
Dont she look happy
Dont She La
Dont she look happy

Gonna start living
Fantasy
Maybe just nothing
Maybe just a dream

Fire in the blue sky when he hits you in the mouth
This the war and not the warning
He says baby I love you wont you stay
You say good-bye to him too late

Dont She La
Dont she look happy
Dont She La
Dont she look happy
Dont she look happy now
that hes gone away from here
Hes gone away he died they say an awful way
It was attack of the heart

You have started something big
by cuttin through the man
There was a sign you heard a calling
He says baby I dont wanna die today
You say so long man its too late

Show Me

Saturday, June 22nd, 1996
I would like to see
All that no one knows
Just to see the reason
We must feel alone

Walking on my path
I don’t do much more than that
Where to put my mind
Lord show me a sign
Show me suffering
Humankind can bring
Show me what’s inside
So I can see things right

Show me

I woke up to you
In a love and groove
I fell off my mind
Running round inside
Love has such an energy
Guaranteed to keep the world afloat
Here here
Here here

When I start to run inside
I must still come out
I must hold my head up high
And know all these things
They can change
With love

They can change
With love
They can change
With love

Since When

Friday, June 21st, 1996
I am falling away from what was you
Only one thing I said I’d never do
I knew something was wrong
When you got all caught up
what was going on and not what was going in
Since when did it matter if the outside
world fit in

Make it believable Love can be beautiful
make it believable
Lay that old burden down you got to turn around
and be a believer

I am leaving today on a loves’ lost train
Never thought that I’d be riding on the rails this way
You know as well as I do
That the question has nothing to do
with the money honey and all dem things
Since when did it matter what the outside
world would bring

We had a fever so right
And the dream was definately real
As the fever broke so did the dream
Since when did it matter what the outside
world would be