Everybody's
Gone To War
I've got a friend, he's
a pure-bred killing machine,
He says he's waited his
whole damb life for this,
I knew him well when
he was seventeen,
Now he's a man; he'll
be dead by Christmas.
And so...
Everybody's going to
war,
But we don't know what
we're fighting for,
Don't tell me it's a
worthy cause
No cause could be so
worthy.
If love is a drug, then
I guess we're all sober,
If hope is a song then
I guess it's all over,
How to have faith, when
faith is a crime?
I don't want to die...
If God's on our side,
then God is a joker,
Asleep on the job, his
children fall over,
Running out through the
door and straight to the sky,
I don't want to die...
For every man who wants
to rule the world,
There'll be a man who
just wants to be free,
What do we learn but
what should not be learnt?
Too late to find a cure
for this disease.
And so...
Everybody's going to
war,
But we don't know what
we're fighting for,
Don't tell me it's a
worthy cause,
No cause could be so
worthy.
If love is a drug, I
guess we're all sober,
If hope is a song, I
guess it's all over,
How to have faith, when
faith is a crime?
I don't want to die...
If God's on our side,
then God is a joker,
Asleep on the job, his
children fall over,
Running out through the
door, and straight to the sky,
I don't want to die...
I-I-I-I don't want to
die,
I-I don't want to die...
I've got a friend, he's
a pure-bred killing machine,
I think he might be dead
by Christmas...
Damascus
Years ago, you said to
me,
"I think I'm losing the
fight,
Or the fight's losing
me, I'm not certain,"
And here we are-the closing
scenes,
And all the house lights
come up,
Oh, the falling of our
final curtain...
I've played a role for
so long that I've forgotten myself,
But I said I'd be there
and I'm keeping my word,
You've played yourself
so well,
And now I want to be
you,
A great imitation of
losing my nerve.
Oh, it's over,
And everything is wrong,
everything has gone,
And I know that everything
means nothing,
Oh, it's over,
But I don't want to fight,
I don't want to be right,
I know that everything
means nothing,
On the road to Damascus
they fell.
I saw the light-I saw
the light!
But hey, it never saw
me,
Oh, conversation has
just left me heathen,
And we could wait a thousand
years,
Perhaps a million or
more,
If it's worth waiting
for, but I'm leaving,
So on to a mecca of earthly
delights,
Depression is only desire
deprived,
Once more unto the breach
and fuck my getting it right,
We've died for so long,
let's just get out alive.
'Cause it's over,
And everything is wrong,
everything has gone,
And I know that everything
means nothing,
Oh, it's over,
But I don't want to fight,
I don't want to be right,
I know that everything
means nothing,
On the road to Damascus
they fell,
Well I've been to Damascuc.
It's hell, hell is where
I'm gonna be,
The devil my intimate
friend,
And hell is other people's
hearts,
And knowing that everything
must end.
Oh, it's over...
And everything is wrong,
everything has gone,
And I know that everything
means nothing,
Oh, it's over,
But I don't want to fight,
I don't want to be right,
I know that everything
means nothing,
On the road to Damascus
they fell,
Well, I've been to Damascus
as well.
Learning
To Breathe
Oh, this road is long,
this road is wide,
It takes more than luck
to last the ride,
It takes strength and
it takes courage to survive,
And did someone ever
say to you,
"There's nothing bound
in thought you cannot do?"
Well, I've seen some
things but not all of them came true.
So I don't want to be
the last, I don't want to be the first,
Don't want to be alone
with my thoughts tomorrow,
And I don't want to be
afraid, don't want to look away,
I'm learning to breathe,
No I don't want to be
the last, I don't want to be the first,
I just need a hope and
a light to follow,
Like sailors look to
stars to find their way home,
I'm learning to breathe
on my own.
And I know a man who
lost his wife,
This is the way he chooses
to describe his life,
He says, "If I think
too much, I find there's just a hole,"
But before she went,
she left a son,
He says, "Dad, you're
not the only one,
Maybe love is just a
requiem for the soul..."
So I don't want to be
the last, I don't want to be the first,
Don't want to be alone
with my thoughts tomorrow,
And I don't want to be
afraid, don't want to look away,
I'm learning to breathe,
No I don't want to be
the last, I don't want to be the first,
I just need a hope and
a light to follow,
Like sailors look to
stars to find their way home,
I'm learning to breathe
on my own.
Oh, do you still feel
small?
Just a speck of life
on an ocean wave,
Does it pull us all?
Does it pull us all?
So I don't want to be
the last, I don't want to be the first,
Don't want to be alone
with my thoughts tomorrow,
And I don't want to be
afraid, don't want to look away,
I'm learning to breathe,
No I don't want to be
the last, I don't want to be the first,
I just need a hope and
a light to follow,
Like sailors look to
stars to find their way home,
I'm learning to breathe
on my own.
Geek Love
In the race to get out
of this place,
I am checking my face
in the back of a spoon,
You're accusing, you
say I'm not here, but I'm here, yes I'm here, yes,
I'm not on the moon,
But I'm leaving so soon,
So don't presume to know
shit about me,
'Cause I don't know myself
from one day to the next,
And I don't pose perplexities
purposely,
This isn't a game, this
isn't a test.
So hey, you, could you
give it a rest?
Just take me home and
get me undressed,
Put on a fire and make
it enough,
Oh, we're geeks, but
we know this is love.
Nine am to the beat of
a drum,
As we drive through the
canyon,
I'm feeling the hum of
the engine,
My head and my heart
are a-swim-will your cat be ok?
Your wife was she in?
Your wife, is she in???
'Cause I don't presume
to know shit about you,
When you won't really
tell me until I beg you to,
But I know that perplexity's
a wonderful thing,
It's a sudden found joy,
the strangeness it brings...
So hey, you, could you
give it a rest?
Just take me home and
get me undressed,
Put on a fire and make
it enough,
Oh, we're geeks, but
we know this is love.
I like that we argue,
But not everyday,
Your scent in a room,
The way that you say
'color' not 'colour'.
What colour today?
It's grey, grey, it's
grey.
So hey, you, could you
give it a rest?
Just take me home and
get me undressed,
Put on a fire and make
it enough,
Oh, we're geeks, but
we know this is love.
All Good People
Hey was there something
that you wanted to say?
I don't know what to
do when you look that way,
Cigarettes and tequila
at 6,
And the sung oing down
on our life as it is,
In the blue light oh,
your face, it looks...so...pale,
In the blue light, I
can tell what you're going to say.
But all good people have
a sense of themselves,
They never worry, they
know what tomorrow will bring,
And all good people the
world is ok,
Why should we worry,
when we can do anything?
I heard that story, how
you never went back,
What your mouth will
not say, your eyes do for you...
A paper flower, and her
pill in your drawer,
And her ghost at the
bar drinks tequila too,
In the blue light, could
we put this one to bed?
In the blue light, will
you think of me instead?
'Cause all good people
have a sense of themselves,
They never worry, they
know what tomorrow will bring,
And all good people know
the world is ok,
Why should we worry,
when we can do anything?
In the blue light, could
we put this one to bed?
In the blue light, will
you think of me instead?
'Cause all good people
have a sense of themselves,
They never worry, they
know what tomorrow will bring,
And all good people know
the world is ok,
Why should we worry,
when we can do anything?
All good people, all
good people know good people. |
Halfway
Home
I've got a quarter in
my pocket of an apple left to eat:
It's a wonder that I'm
standing on my own two feet.
In the shadow of a thousand
veiled Victorian goodbyes
Jewels of litter come
to greet me, and it stings my eyes.
Oh it burns like a fire
and it pulls me through-
We are parted by desire
for the strange and new.
I've got a quarter in
my pocket, I'm advancing to the booth,
I am picking up and praying
that I talk to you.
And now, I'm halfway
home, I'm at the corner of our street,
Would you like to come
and meet me?
Now that I am halfway
home
Man, I never felt so
lonely-
I long for you to hold
me now I'm home.
Somedays, there was comfort
as a stranger far from home
Sometimes, a hunger and
a longing not to be alone.
Imagining emotion in
each man that I would meet-
But it was physics, and
subtraction, to an ancient beat.
Oh, it burned like a
fire and I wore it so...
We are tied up in desire
and we won't let go.
Well, I've no quarter
in my pocket of no apple left to eat;
I am running, I am running
and I can't feel my feet.
And now, I'm halfway
home, I'm at the corner of our street,
Would you like to come
and meet me?
Now that I'm halfway
home
Man, I never felt so
lonely-
I long for you to hold
me now I'm home
Now I'm home, home is
where I wanna be,
Now I'm home, home is
where I'm gonna be.
Past the church and past
the steeple,
Past the sad and lonely
people,
Past the old school on
the avenue,
I am running, I am running...
And now, I'm halfway
home, I'm at the corner of our street,
Would you like to co9me
and meet me
Now that I'm halfway
home
Man, I never felt so
lonely-
I long for you to hold
me now I'm home.
Idaho
In the back of a car
on a road in the dark,
In the stillicide, silently
falling snow,
I have packed everything
that I own in a bag,
And I'm driving, I'm
driving to Idaho,
A poem for leaving, a
reason to go,
So I'm driving, I'm driving
to Idaho.
'Cause I can't be anyone
but me, anyone but me,
And I can't keep dreaming
that I'm free, dreaming that I'm free,
I don't want to fall
asleep and watch my life from fifty feet,
My hands are on the wheel
so I'm driving to Idaho,
'Cause I hear it's mighty
pretty...
And oh, I've been dumb,
I've been perfectly beautiful,
Lain on my back buying
lovers with stealth,
But I'm sick of you all,
and I'm sick of opinions,
And I'm sick of this
war I wage on myself...
I don't know why I'm
so gripped to go there
A universe riddle that
only I know?
Mr. Robert he says, "It's
all in the head!"
Tell me, Phaedrus, what's
good, is it Idaho?
'Cause I can't be anyone
but me, anyone but me,
And I can't keep dreaming
that I'm free, dreaming that I'm free,
I don't want to fall
asleep and watch my life from fifty feet,
My hands are on the wheel
so I'm driving to Idaho,
'Cause I hear it's mighty
pretty...
In Idaho.
Mr King
Good days, bad days,
I've had a few of those,
Same old story-I know
how this song goes,
At least I did, but now
I'm not so sure,
Nothing's in its place,
nothing's certain anymore,
Birds fly, trees sway,
why can't I be like that?
Happ knowing what I am,
in fact and leaving be?
But truth has been obscured,
I am only human and I'm
always wanting...more.
Oh, the world is a place
and they say it's on our side,
But I wonder, is there
comfort in those moments when we die?
Now I see, Mr. King,
this was in the books you gave me,
Which I read, disbelieving,
thinking poets are depressed,
Oh, Mr. King, I have
changed, I confess.
Oh, those good days I
remember well,
Tape on windows, wintertime
was hell,
But it was fun, and people
there were kind,
There was good work to
be done, and I learnt to think my time.
And the world was a good
place, and in days were where I lived,
I imagined life had purpose
and I'd something good to give,
Mr. Cave played along
on the battered hallway piano,
Oh, every love song a
secret to be shared,
Oh, Mr. King, how I wish
I was back there.
Now, I've got 10 things
lined up on a shelf,
Reasons to be cheerful
for myself,
I don't know why you're
showing me the sky,
You say you see heaven,
I see hell, but want
to try.
And the world is a place,
and I pray it's on my side,
But I'd find greater
comfort if I just lay down and died,
I don't know what's become
of the girl who once knew sunshine,
What's become of the
girl who knew sorrow but was strong?
Oh, Mr. King you were
right, all along,
Mr. King you were right,
Oh, Mr. King, you were
right-I was wrong.
Sophia
5 o' clock and a fire
escape symphony,
Spilling out across the
road and the square,
And the sky's the same
as your own, do you think of me?
Do the parks, and trees,
and the leaves, reach you, there?
After the rain, in the
lonely hours he haunts me, calling out,
Again and again.
Sophia, Sophia, I'm burning,
I'm burning.
It's a fire, it's a fire,
I cannot put out,
Sophia, Sophia, I'm learning
that some things,
I can't go without and
one of those is him.
And now I walk these
streets like a stranger in my home town,
Learn the language, form
the words when I speak,
But he changed me, I'm
his ghost since he came around,
And now I count the hours
and the days in the weeks.
Passion and silence,
Every word, every time,
a measure,
It's the science of the
soul,
And his books, they breathe
a reason and now I want to know...
Sophia, Sophia, I'm burning,
I'm burning,
It's a fire, it's a fire,
I cannot put out,
Sophia, Sophia, I'm learning
that some things,
I can't go without and
one of those is him.
You, with your new born
eyes,
Have you ever loved a
man like I love him?
Do you hurt but still
feel alive, like never before?
Oh, Sophia, Sophia.
Sophia, Sophia, I'm burning,
I'm burning,
It's a fire, it's a fire,
I cannot put out,
Sophia, Sophia, I'm learning
that some things,
I can't go without and
one of those is him.
Heart Attack
In a little while,
People and places will
be so far behind,
Out of my body,
In a little while,
I will play aces,
And raise my glass in
an act of defiance.
Until then, I'll scream
until I'm hollow,
I'll carve it in my skin,
save it for tomorrow.
I'm gonna bang my drum,
I'm gonna make it come,
I'm gonna bring it on,
It's a herat attack,
I'm bringing it back
to me.
In a little while,
It will be perfect, I'll
have a perfect style,
Soon you will see,
Not a cloud in sight,
No Cumulus Nimbus,
Just ninety three percent
degrees humidity.
But until then, I'll
scream until I'm hollow,
I'll carve it in my skin,
save it for tomorrow.
I'm gonna bang my drum,
I'm gonna make it come,
I'm gonna bring it on,
It's aheart attack,
I'm bringing iit back
to me.
I'm out of my body,
I'm out of my body.
Nickindia
Here is my story-
A little sad of soul,
a little weary
Maybe I am that?
Will nobody love me?
Is an empty heart and
a conscience all I have?
If i die tonight, if
I give up the fight
Will you do something
for me?
Tell them my story, tell
them well
Tell them everything
you know
I was born in the springtime
Born of love and cradled
in a misfit history
Of blind faith and pantomime
Oh, I know what I am
but I don't see
So if I die tomight,
if I give up the fight
Will you do something
for me?
Tell them my story, tell
them well
Tell them everything
you know
So if I die tonight,
if I give up the fight
Will you do something
for me?
So if I die toniight
Won't you do something
for me?
Tell them my story, tell
them well
Tell them everything
you know
Won't you tell them my
story?
Won't you tell them,
tell them
Tell them everything
about me
About me when I'm gone
When we're dead and gone
What will still be here?
What will carry on?
When we're dead and gone
When there's nothing
left
What will still be here? |
