Papa Was A RodeoI like your twisted point of view, Mike
I like your questioning eyebrows
You've made it pretty clear what you like
It's only fair to tell you now
that I leave early in the morning
and I won't be back till next year
I see that kiss-me pucker forming
All the Dogs Are Lying DownI saw prayers being made with, plastic rosaries.
Carpets laid, no thought for furniture.
All the dogs are lying down,
All the dogs are lying.
All the dogs are lying down,
All the dogs are lying.
Amazon LoveEverybody in this place is dreaming
It's been that way forever
They're all gonna wake up soon
They'll all be hell for leather
Up the smoky walls of yesterday
And the dusty prince of last year
And nicotine burning sycophants
Been ListeningThe song's a thing and this one's thin
From traveling light, the stars at night
Have seen old time to new erosion
Old time gone with old religions
Prickled interest seizing pride
The night the music upped and died, died
Bulb went blackYou hot your little hostel
waiting for the dawn
you been brainstorming by my places and the sun
and my bulb went black
and a thousand diamonds buys came slitthering
cominggggg
we build the little barn farm
by the tears and prays
Cold BreadWell I'm sure you're near
And I can almost smell you
But the winds are up at the walls again
I can hear you coming
Heaven helped you coming
I believe in heaven it's a wait away
Country MileI've walked in the fields, and I’ve trod light for days
Seems I’ll do that old rag, takes me all kinds of ways
Except the way I’d be headed if I knew where I was going
But I’m from the country, and it’s better not knowing
And I’ve only got so near (Illuminate me)
And I’ve only gone so far (Illuminate me)
And I’ll walk another country mile
Hong Kong CemeteryThere are ten thousand graves in Hong Kong Protestant Cemetery
Every one of them says "born and died, and the rest might be history"
Walking there I'd cry
For my love was there to lie
I never knew shame to be so refreshing
I'd sing Georgia on my mind, she would be, I'd be progressing...
Was the day of the boats for the fellas in coats in the Navy
HowlHowl for my homeland
Wherever that was
And howl for the homage
That's been gone and lost
To the passing and temporal
The eons gone by
There's nothing to praise
In AprilThe day we met my life was changed
I always heard that love was strange and
painful
painful
One night you slept upon your side
Tangled in white you looked just like
an angel
Kentucky PillThe Kentucky pill
And a cow tipping expedition
And I've seen a fuller moon
Swinging watton premonition
Did ya ever expect to have more fame than this or that?
Cause there's beleiveing
and theirs taking off your hat
leftoversI've been drooling at some mangy scraps of bread
And these hungry voices make a lot of noise inside my head
Show me the way to the rubbish dump or the bins at closing time
I've walked a mile just to catch a smile from a fish without its brine
Been hanging round the underground
Found a couple of crumbs down there
Was lucky and got some flotsam
lost and foundReams of stories reeled me in
Caught my ear and hooked my chin
A Friday dinner, a fish-drunk sinner
Pull me down or put me in
Just a lonely radio
Just a makeshift show and tell
Playing out the lives of the lost and found
Silver SongF G C Am
I awoke that day in the afternoon
And my bed was in a basket
Underneath the blue balloon
Then a swarm of moths surrounded me
And my hair was standing on its end
With electricity
The Lady is risenShe loves full and true, as a fighting bequest
She was given her earth by a sea come to rest
And the children she bore loved this truly too much
Calloused pride come to die in our hands as we touch
And so soften me now, let me take as it’s given
For the wind's started up and the lady is risen
Is it snowing in London and warm in your bed
The WaterAll that I have is a river
The river is always my home
Lord, take me away
For I just cannot stay
Or I’ll sink in my skin and my bones
The water sustains me without even trying
The water can’t drown me, I’m done
Tickle Me PinkTickle me pink, I'm rosy as a flushed red apple skin
Except I've never been as sweet
I've rolled around the orchard and found myself too awkward
And tickle me green, I'm too naive
Pray for the people inside your head
For they won't be there when you're dead
Muffled out and pushed back down