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1492
Hanging Tree
Los Angeles
Sundays
Insignificant
Cowboys
Washington Square
On Almost Any Sunday Morning
When I Dream Of Michelangelo
Anyone But You
You Can't Count On Me
Le Ballet D'or
On A Tuesday In Amsterdam Long Ago
Come Around |
| » 1492 « |
I'm a Russian Jew American
Impersonating African Jamaican What I want to be is an Indian
I'm gonna be a cowboy in the end
I guess I bought a gun
because it impresses all the little girls I see
and then they all wanna sleep with me
Oh where did we disappear
into the silence that surrounds us and then drowns us in the end
Where these people who impersonate our friends
Say come again come again come again
Into the dark Italian underground
with disco lights and disco sounds and skinny
girls who drink champagne
Then they take me on their knees again,
and pull me up and out the door
past railway cars and tranny-whores
And mornings spreading out across the feathered thighs of angels
Oh were did we disappear to
the silence that surrounds us and then drowns us in the end
Will they try to get you out to pull you in
And all these people, they've been? come again
In 1492 Columbus sailed the ocean blue
In 1493 he came home across the deep blue sea
In 1494 he did it with the girl next door
In 1495 he barely made it out alive
In 1964 ???? busting out the door
In 1970 some people got their hands on me
Now I am the king of everything
I am the king of nothing now
I am the king of everything
I am the king of nothing
Oh where did we disappear
to the silence that surrounds us and then drowns us in the end Where these people
who impersonate our friends Say come again come again come
come again Oh where did we disappear
to the silence that surrounds us and then drowns us in the end When they try to push you out to get you in
and all these people who impersonate our friends Say come again come again come
come again come again come again |
| » Hanging Tree « |
She brings her friends so we wont have to be alone
Fear I might lose my composure without warning
I am a child of fire I am a lion I have desires
And I was born inside the sun this morning
This dizzy life of mine keeps hanging me up all the time
This dizzy life is just a hanging tree
This dizzy life of mine keeps hanging me up all the time
This dizzy life is just a hanging tree
They say good evening when they dont know what to say
They say good morning when they wish you would go home
You open windows and you wait for someone warm to come inside and then freeze to death alone
This dizzy life of mine keeps hanging me up all the time
This dizzy life is just a hanging tree
This dizzy life of mine keeps hanging me up all the time
This dizzy life is just a hanging tree
She calls a waitress when its time for her to go
And I know everyone is eventually leaving
I got a pair of wings for my birthday baby and I will fall down through the sun to see you mine
This dizzy life of mine keeps hanging me up all the time
This dizzy life is just a hanging tree
This dizzy life of mine keeps hanging me up all the time
This dizzy life is just a hanging tree
For me, for me, for me |
| » Los Angeles « |
Dancing like the nights are down in Nashville
But I seem to know the ghosts who like to run
I got a call to go to a late night picture show
So I traded in the darkness and i'm already glad
I'm already there
And i'm trying to make some friends
So if you see that movie star and me
If you see my picture in a magazine
Or if you fall asleep by the bedroom TV
Well honey i'm just tryin' to make some sense
Outta me
I left a lot of ghosts in San Francisco
And now you wanna say you see through me
But what you wanna see ain't your memories of me
So why you turn around tonight
But i'm already there
I'm already there
And i'm just trying to make some friends
So if you see that movie star and me
If you should see my picture in a magazine
Or if you fall asleep while you're watching TV
Well honey i'm just trying to make some sense
Los Angeles
Boston gets cold this time of year
Seems like each day just leaves me numb
I gotta get out of here
Go walking in the sun
Well if you see that movie star and me
Or if you should see my picture in a magazine
Or if you fall asleep by the bedroom TV
But honey i'm just trying to make some sense
Honey i'm just trying to make some friends
Baby i'm not trying to make amends
For coming to Los Angeles
Oh Los Angeles
No more Boston, no more Nashville, no more Oakland
Oh baby come on out to the sea
Come on take a walk down sunset with me
Oh we gonna get drunk, find us some skinny girls, and go street walking
Street walking baby in Los Angeles!
And man its a really good place to find yourself a taco |
| » Insignificant « |
Can you see me
Up on the building
From down on the pavement
Or out in the crowd?
Can you see me
In the glare of the lamppost?
'Cause I am walking a tightrope
Into the moon
I don't want to feel so different
But I don't want to be insignificant, and I
Don't know how to see the same things different
Now
Oh can you see me?
I am one in a million
Yeah, I'm Icarus falling
Out of the sun
Could you see me fall in the light of spotlights and jackknife
Through night as black as a bedroom
And white as a lie?
I don't want to feel so different
But I don't want to be insignificant, and I
Don't know how to see the same things different
Now
Diving through the dark
While the night turns blue
Hey
Are you aware of your intentions?
Because I wear my intentions
So clear
If you see me
Wading through water
Come drown in the river
Right in front of the world
You can wash your face and hands
In the stream of my anger
It's as bright as white paper
And as dark as a girl
I don't want to feel so different
But I don't want to be insignificant, and I
Don't know how to see the same things different
Now |
| » Cowboys « |
Cowboys on the road tonight
Crying in their sleep
If I was a hungry man with a gun in my hand,
And some promises to keep,
Who wanted to change the world,
What's as easy as murder?
It's all headlights and vapour trails
And Circle K killers
And I know I could look at anyone but you now
I could fall under the eyes of anyone
But you now, now, now, now
So come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now
Come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now
This is a list of what I should have been
But I'm not
This is a list of the things that I should have seen
But I'm not seeing
The look in your eyes
As his fingertips slid down your neck
And made you shiver
I'm just turning away from where I should have been
Because I am not anything
Oh, anything, oh
The President's in bed tonight
But he can't get to sleep
'Cause all the cowboys on the radio are killers
And I believe she loves you
'Cause you never make her feel like anything
She said, "I wouldn't feel a thing,
But I can feel, I can feel..."
And I know I could look at anyone but you now
I could fall under the arms of anyone
But you now, now, now, now
So come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now
Come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now
This is a list of what I should have been
But I'm not
This is a list of the things that I should have seen
But I am not seeing
The look in your eyes
As his fingers are unzipping your dress
And it makes you shiver
I'm just turning away from what I shouldn't see
Because I am not anything
Oh, anything, no
Everyone's in bed tonight
But nobody can sleep
'Cause all the satellites are watching through our windows
She says she doesn't love me, like, like she's acting
But it's as if she isn't talking
'Cause Mr. Lincoln's head is bleeding
On the front row while she's speaking
I said, "come on all you cowboys,
All you blue-eyed baby boys,
Oh come on all you dashing gentlemen of summer,
I'll wait for you where Saturday's a memory,
And Sunday comes to gather me,
Into the arms of God who welcome me,
Because I believe, oh I believe..."
And I know I could look at anyone but you now
I could fall under the eyes of anyone
But you now, now, now, now
So come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now
Come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now
This is a list of what I should have been
But I'm not
This is a list of the things that I should have seen
But I'm not seeing you look at me
So please, won't you look at me?
'Cause I'm not seeing you look at me
Oh, oh, I, I will make you look at me
Or I am not anything
Oh, anything
No no no no
No no no no
No, no. |
| » When I Dream Of Michelangelo « |
Well you know I don't like you but you wanna be my friend
Well, there are bodies on the ceiling and they're fluttering their wings
It's ok I'm angry
But you'll never understand
When you dream of Michelangelo
They hang above your hands
And I know that she is not my friend
And I know cause there she goes
Walking on my skin again
And I can't why you'd want to talk to me
When your vision of America is crystalline and clean
I want a white bread life
Just something ignorant and plain,
But from the walls of Michelangelo I'm dangling again
And I know that she is not my friend
And I know cause there she goes
Walking on my skin again and again
Saturn on a line
A sun afire on strings and wires
To spin above my head and make it right
But any time you like
You can catch a sight of angel eyes all emptiness and infinite
And I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed
I see god upon the ceiling I see angels overhead
And he seems so close as he reaches out his hand
But we are never quite as close as we are led to understand
And I know that she is not my friend
And I know cause there she goes
Walking on my skin again and again |
| » You Can't Count On Me « |
Anything's hard to change
But hey I got you down on your knees again
You watch the sky
It's a pale parade of passing clouds
That cover the bed upon which we laid in the dark
And the memories that I made of a laughing girl
But you're just my toy and I can't stop playing with you baby
If you think you need to go
If you wanted to be free
There's just one thing you need to know
And that's that you can't count on me
I'm coming along real good
But I still can't do most of the things I should
I watch the sky coming down to bury me...
And I can't stop this crawling out of my skin
I know that you see yourself flying in out of the sky
Coming down to carry me but I won't come out
So if you think you need to go
If you wanted to be free
There's one thing you need to know
And that's that you can't count on me
I watch all of the same parades
As they pass on the days that you wish you'd stayed
But all this pain gets me high
And I get off and you know why
So if you think you need to go
If you wanted to be free
There's just one thing you'll need to know
And that's that you can't count on me |
| » Come Around « |
Have you seen the little pieces of the people we have been?
Little pieces blowing' gently on the wind
They have flown down California
They have landed in L.A.
Little pieces slowly settling on the waves
I'm one of a million pieces fallen on the ground
It's one of the reasons when we say goodbye
We'll still come around We will come around
I have waited for tomorrow from December 'til today
I have started loving sorrow along the way
I am calling from some city
And I won't be there too long
I could wait and I could waste away
But what comes back is I hear you say we're gone
For all of the times that I go spinning up and down
When all of the things have died between us
Well, we'll still come around We will come around
After I've been missing for a while
And you hear that summer's song
Haven't all the fading lines lingered on?
What I know is: she's going
When you know it, it's alright
So you put yourself between you and your pride
If you wait for what's coming
And you listen to her lies,
Then she'll say the things you need to hear
And the only one who'll disappear is you
And one of the million lies she said
Is "All of the things you love are dead."
But I've seen what she thinks is love
And it leaves me laughing so we'll still come around |
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