Archive for October, 1996

Higher

Thursday, October 31st, 1996
no reason for knocking
just come forward
leave your vibe at the door
it’ll help you breeze
through the blank generation and
the moral whores
everything and this shall pass now
baby it’s easy let the high fly
and the low go soul mate,
crime rate stress case
in the wrong place
excuse me, back down
look to the wonders of the
suffering crowd everything and this
shall pass now baby it’s easy
let your hair down
pick the beat up
somebody once told me
don’t blame the yuppie
that you’d rather know
but i know
you don’t live true jump on,
get on sing in tune
everything and this shall pass
now baby it’s easy let the high fly
and the low go higher and higher
baby it’s easy let your hair down
and your feet up higher and higher
don’t go runnin’ like a chicken

Holy Cow

Wednesday, October 30th, 1996
Holy cow
I’ve done it now
I hurt someone
I hurt too
See me alone
All of us owed
I cannot stand here
I’m running home
There’s someone here
Know what I’m here
No one can hear me
Touch me right here
And one and one and one is all
I cannot stand here
And one and one and one is all
I cannot stand here
Holy cow
Look what I’ve done
I’ve hurt someone

Hooked On Bliss

Tuesday, October 29th, 1996
Won’t quit worrying over things
I lay awake so fate will bring
Nothing seems what it’s worth
I don’t know if I’ve earned my birth

Maybe I could take a stand
Set examples for a man
But I would end up playing tricks
All my life is politics

You won’t see me crying
Another day and still I crave
A new addition to my ways
I won’t admit I’m hooked on bliss
But being alone is still the shits

A cheated life is cheaper still
An unearned kiss an unearned thrill
Alone at night I’m in that place
There’s no reflection of my face

You won’t see me crying
I don’t hear screaming when I turn on the
set
My hands are bleeding like Chomsky
says
If I took the time to see what mattered
My little world would be stripped and scattered

If I ever finally cherished
I believe then that I would perish

Maybe on that day
I’ll give myself away

Written by Neil Osborne and 54

I Could Give You More

Monday, October 28th, 1996
All that I am wanting is a rest
Caught in a field of emptiness
Still I do not know
Why I’m on the road
I could give you more

Been livin life mostly in the past
Driftin through the moments that don’t last
Still I’m on th road
Destiny unknown
I could give you more

Tonight I take the stage
I come alive and I find a way
I could give you more

Tonight I take the stage
I come alive and I find a way
I could give you more

I Go Blind

Sunday, October 27th, 1996
Everytime I look at you I go blind
Everytime I look at you I go blind
In the morning I get up
And I try to feel alive but I can’t
I don’t know what it is
Something in me just won’t give it a chance
I think it’s just that I feel more confused by the deal
Love has shown me
Little child did you know that there’s light
And it’s gonna shine right through your eyes
What do you think that life is like
Everytime I look at you I go blind
Somewhere over there
There’s a purpose there’s a care for free
In me there’s nobody
No one plan no one stand to be free
I think it’s that because I have seen all the fuss
And it’s no big deal
Hold me hold me
‘Cause I wanna get high and higher
Higher than

I Love Candy

Saturday, October 26th, 1996
I gotta brand new saying for
I’m gonna go nowhere
I gotta brand new tattoo
This is what it says

CHORUS
I, I love candy
I, I love candy

I gotta brand new fish
I’m gonna ride my board
I never gonna give that dude a dime
Cause I never will grow old

CHORUS
I still love candy
I still love candy
I love candy way too much
I can’t help it if I die
I love candy way too much
I can’t help it
I forget your name I forget
your game
I’m not really there
I don’t know your face or
where to place it
There’s only one thing
that I do know
(and that’s this)

CHORUS
I still love candy
I still love candy
I still love candy

Written by Neil Osborne and 54

I Wanna Know

Friday, October 25th, 1996
I’m standing lonely
just a waiting for a call
Know I’m not the only one at all
Don’t like going nowhere
when I stroll along the street
Only take my orders from inside me
I wanna know
I wanna know
I wanna know where to go when I am told
I’m rubbing shoulders with the people I believe
Don’t get much to eat
and I know I never ever sleep
I feel like a soldier
just waiting to be free
Fighting for that something that says
“Hey what’s in it for me?”
I wanna know
I wanna know
I wanna know where to go when I am told

In Your Image

Thursday, October 24th, 1996
The image I have right now’s a pretty good one
I make it up as I go along
And I la-like it better when I don’t even notice
Gotta laugh cause I never clue in
To mistakes that I often walk in
and I la-like it better when I don’t even know it

And you stand there, say your not happy
As if no one cares
But I do
I want you to make it through
Yes I do
Come with me we’ll make it through

I believe that the answer to life
Has something to do with the will to survive
But survival for what is a brand new question
All good causes stand in front to see
That no action leads to apathy
Gotta pick one good reason for those who suffer

And you stand there, say your not happy
As if no one cares
But I do
I want you to make it through
Yes I do
Come with me we’ll make it through

Inside The Horn

Wednesday, October 23rd, 1996
Witness all to the sacrifice
Of a land that was paradise
Through a desert ocean wide
Nothing growing ‘cept the dying
They say there’s famine still inside the horn
Inside my head I see a lady
Completely numb from the shock of war
Wondering when if it’s raining

Gotta get you
Gotta get you
Gotta get you
Gotta get you home

They say with love comes a bolder force
Could make a life more worth saving
I could take her out and set her free
With her eyes in play she beckons me

You take my place
I’ll take yours
Falling
Falling

Gotta get you
Gotta get you
Gotta get you
Gotta get you home

Took a look which way the wind blows
Gotta get it right
If there’s rain in heaven I’m feelin’ tight
Been around here for a year or more
I don’t really know
Let her go once and you’re way out there

You take my place
I’ll take yours
Falling
Falling

Gotta get you
Gotta get you
Gotta get you
Gotta get you home

Jamming With Lawrence

Tuesday, October 22nd, 1996
Who makes the choices?

The leader took the reins
from the dead hands
Someone else will lose
Then came the screams from
the burning bodies.
Gracefully phrased blues.

Who makes the choices?

Lots more life and less weight
Songs from the feet
One kind of music for two
who like to dance
But three are in love