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Absinthe/Resolution

Feel as old as Philadelphia
This can't be good for my health
I've got the dowry of Mickey Mantle
An empty wallet, a headache and a cough
Hey, I think it's safe to say that for me
The novelty is wearing off
My knees look like lineoleum
And when I looked in I saw
My life there, swimming on the water

I don't have a solution
All I got is a New Year's resolution

The ice storm is coming in
Worst one in twenty years
The road crews are giving it all they got
Looks like I'll be in town longer than I thought
'Cause everbody knows
Planes can't fly with ice on their wings

You don't have a solution
All you got is a New Year's resolution

alexander palace

We gotta get out of here
Downtown buildings ablaze
The country estates have been razed
The unwashed craven apocalypse is here

We gotta get out of here
Guards are downstairs loading their guns
Diesel fires swaddle the sun
Any last trace of civility has disappeared

This is a warning
This is a warning

You gotta remember us
Hang our pictures over your bed
Play our voices back in your head
Pray to us before you go to sleep

In time, you'll build it all again
All your beautiful cannibal children will grow in full
The other animals don't know they're gonna die
Say goodbye

We gotta get out of here (say goodbye)

ashtray

Boy you're not right
Broken heart, handcuffed in the black and white
Maybe lay low for a while
You play the drums, let your parents raise the child

You're an ashtray, a horse on broken legs
The reason why we took the wrong way home

Split in Minneapolis
She stayed up north, now you take it out on us
A breathing relic of a man
The capital left, but we know you never can

You're an ashtray, a horse on broken legs
The reason why we took the wrong way home

Your sister told me 'bout the bust
Buddy, you're no worse than the rest of us
Went by the mill for kerosene
Next time the river jumps its banks it'll wash this city clean

You're an ashtray, a horse on broken legs
The reason why we took the wrong way home
You're the last days, the bottle's dying dregs
The season when a thousand harlots moan

Honestly, it's audibly a homily, it's mauling me
A holly wreath, a hollow phase, these are the holidays
Horribly, it ought to be, it's got to be, it's all on me
Don't call on me to crawl to see the awful reaper's gaze

autumn percussion

Oh heavens, spare the city below

They've redone the downtown, oh you should come see it
I barely remember the bars we'd sneak into
Or the bands we were into or Doug's father's Pinto
We'd shout out the words now it's all instrumental, oh
I understand all about your man's money
After your twenties there's no love for love's sake
Drop the kids off call me and we'll talk about
Summer and freedom and nights at the lake

Oh heavens, spare the city below

Hail on the roof is the autumn percussion
Wake up, wake up, drive back to your husband
Your cousin's, remember you stayed at your cousin's
It's unpleasant and sudden, it stuns you doesn't it
I stayed awake for the lightning storm
Strike after strike oh you know how I like it
Puts fear of God into cars and vacationers
Police stations, strangers and relations

Oh heavens, spare the city below

You know how it plays, there's good days and bad days
And on the good days I smile all wistful
On bad days I tear my hair out by the fistful
I don't know what keeps my mouth off of the pistol
I don't know what keeps my nose out of the crystal
The night that I kissed you and an oath to St. Christopher

Oh heavens, spare the city below

black and blue devil

So we sent you to camp where the other boys were white
So a coach came to our doorstep, oh was he polite
A leading program in the country on a full scholarship
Named for a tobacco family who didn't spare the whip
Your mother and I tried to do what was best
Your mother and I tried to do what was best
I remember the cops and the hoses and the dogs
I remember the cops and the hoses and the dogs
So we let you play the only native game
So we told you that this country sees every boy the same
So we told you to forget all about the past for shame
So we taught you that the silent man's as bad as he who sins
In a house in the night
I hope you never chipped in

I've been alive too long to trust genetic tests
I've been around too long to believe in just arrests
I grew up knowing separate isn't equal after all
But now you're all, you're all equally at fault
Your mother and I tried to do what was best
Your mother and I tried to do what was best
I remember the cops and the hoses and the dogs
I remember the cops and the hoses and the dogs
So your skin set you free and the white girls show support
The boys of North Buchannan won't even go to court
But we're not welcome in the church we rebuilt in '68
You share in the disgrace but you'll never be one of them
In a house in the night
My God she could have been your kin

What we said

the california oak mortality task force

We stayed too long at a house party on Oak Street
The drinks were strong enough to blur the blather of coke speak
Faces grew sour and tempers hot
You asked me is it worth it, I told you it is not
You said all the trees are dying, it's like a fungus, there's no cure
You asked me would I drive you into the woods on a final farewell tour
I said it sounds like fun
And after all
I haven't seen the fall since I was young
The evening sky was red
I said I would look you up before the winter came
We split a cab, we said goodbye, I forgot your name

I heard you moved home, and tended bar twenty minutes from your birthplace
To look after your mom and lay low, it's what you should have done in the first place
You play Lucinda Williams covers in your friend's coffee shop for tips and such
You never saw the turning oaks
You didn't travel much
All I touched turned to ash like everything eventually does
You ask me was it worth it, oh, you know it was
Our passing may not be sudden but it's certain all the same
We said goodbye, I just grew old, you forgot my name

the carpenter

It's a good talent, work with your hands and food on the table
Sight to blind and water to wine in barrio fables
Oh holy night up in Boyle Heights, then the workday begins
We awake to the colonial din of gringos driving in

My only son you're truly a wonder, maybe a harbinger
Day labor harlot, home depot car lot, 8 dollar carpenter
Oh holy night up in Boyle Heights, then the workday begins
We awake to the colonial din of gringos driving in

Jesus I cannot explain
Why you and Dad don't look the same

Time will come, lawns will brown when the aqueduct fails
Time will come, they'll need you for more than hammering nails
Time will come, lawns will brown when the aqueduct fails
Jesus they'll need you for more than hammering nails

concrete and chrome

When I returned everyone who'd wished me well two years ago was scared
'Freedom Fighter' is what they'd said but they don't know it was like a jail over there
I can't sleep without the screams, I can't dream without the feel of desert sun on my face
So you're leaving with the kids, claiming that for now your Mom's is just a safer place
But the only thing that got me through was knowing that
Someday I'd be coming home to you and the love that we made

Where is my parade? Where is my welcome home?
Where is my parade? Where is my welcome home?
Guess I should have stayed with the concrete and the chrome

When I got free all my friends stopped by once and never called again
Unwelcome for my sin, they 'peace' but it was like a warzone in that pen
I can't go out without the stares, I can't ask for work without the stain on my hands
So you're saying you've moved on, claiming that five years is too long to wait for a man
But the only thing that got me through was knowing that
Someday I'd be coming home to you and the love that we made

Where is my parade? Where is my welcome home?
Where is my parade? Where is my welcome home?
Guess I should have stayed with the concrete and the chrome

I should have stayed

grove street

Martin I walked down your way today
Martin I walked down your way today, it's your day today
But I don't believe in peace
No I don't believe in peace, not in the least
And I'm sorry to let the team down

Martin they are still standing on the corner
I bet they remember "By the Time I get to Arizona"
And they don't believe in peace
No they don't believe in peace, not in the least
And I'm sorry to let the team down
But there'll always be black part of town
And they'll always be living without
And nonviolence just isn't working out

halo

On a night like this
What is it I can help you with?
The lake is glowing from the cruiser spotlight
Sheriff have you seen my boy?
He goes wandering sometimes
He goes wandering at night

Halo, Halo (I can lose myself sometimes)

harlequin bands

I was wrong
She showed me disaster footage at night
I played along
I was shipped out and I swore I would write
Towers of tapes
She used them as candles when her people died
Just a storm off the capes
Every few nights I dream she is alive

We built some dams
We took on the river, we raised the deceased
Harlequin bands
Shovelling sand at the mouth of the beast

We watched them 'till dawn
Mudslides, firestorms, twisters, and floods
Since she's been gone
The sunset glows with the heat of her blood

We built some dams
We took on the river, we raised the deceased
Harlequin bands
Shovelling sand at the mouth of the beast

I've got her name tattooed on my boat
I left her after my weeks on the shore
I told her I worked for the government
Now no one goes to the shore anymore

We built some dams
We took on the river, we raised the deceased
Harlequin bands
Shovelling sand at the mouth of the beast

if found, please deliver to ted morgan (formerly of 235 ridge avenue, pittsburgh

In heaven will the women of the sun still build our televisions
And will their phantom husbands still mow our golden lawns
Will the blood of Babylon still fertilize our bad decisions
And will angels of the islands babysit our cherub spawn
In Eden will the heathens like my sibling ever get let in
Will they turn paradise into a hard-knock afterlife
Will the fallen in Valhalla cut ambrosia with Robitussin
Or if there's no depression, will our souls be free from strife
In the world to come will we be judged for what we've done
To our loved ones, and our livers, and all three of our city's rivers
If the Pantheon's next session decides the bats taught us a lesson
I hope St. Peter or Justitia sees fit to forgive us, yeah

It's all bath salts and Twilight in the Triangle tonight
I'm glad you drove out yesterday and I'm glad I chose to stay
There's not much point in screaming since the bats can hear the shouts
Ted, I halfway love you, and I hope you make it out, yeah

My father was a miner in Eastern Pennsylvania
And when his shift was over you could see his tonsils glow
When my mother had a shiner, and the street wine sparked her mania
She'd say we were an evil that he brought from down below
Oh those second gen reactors relied on Carbon County
And the families of the valley, we all needed the wage
Now that wind will power our factories, we've given up on counting
How little we yielded from the last atomic age
But when my brother got in trouble or when I'd be unfaithful
To you, or the man before, of the boy who was my first one
I'd think that in my youth, my mother had been truthful
The likes of us were never meant to walk above the surface, no

When at last things get better and a coroner finds this letter
I know you might feel worse that I never told you this in person
I pray the bats don't take it, sorry the writing's shaky
Ted I halfway love you, I really hope you make it, yeah

lessons from spirits

Can you hear the ghosts
Can you hear the ghosts crawling their way in
Till we remember when we all fell in
And swam back up the coast

The sun will rise alone
The sun will rise alone even if
We're not here to cheer it on
The stadiums will fill after we're gone

I hear them talking when I try to sleep

The future matters more
The future matters more even though
We don't know what's in store, oh
Please don't send my sisters off to war

It was up to her
It was up to her, it was her decision
And the clinician she had found
The father made it clear he wouldn't be around

I hear them talking when I try to sleep

I've never missed you more
I've never missed you more than I do tonight
Drunk on stranger's wine, pretending to like jazz
These days feel like New York
And the last time I felt life explode
And the cabs always stopped for our shouts
And it's true that our time's running out
But don't your forget what a ghost once told me
Yeah, our time isn't quite over yet

the museum of tolerance

I drove through Iowa back into town
Another man's been coming 'round
He left his underwear on the bathroom floor
And I don't want to live here anymore
I know just who it is
We levy our own sentences
That bastard won't survive more than a week or so
As for her I just don't know

Dakota skies cannot reveal
The way I feel when I walk by
The house I thought we'd always share
Dakota sunset doesn't care
A contract broken another paid
We made the dreams we'll throw away
And gaze at the Dakota sky
For the next shipment to arrive

My brother called me yesterday
To catch up and apologize
He'd come by to shower when I was out of town
And left his drawers behind he'd just realized

Dakota winds cannot erase
The mistakes we make in haste
Enough to keep the country lit
If we could only harness it
Dakota winds cannot replace
This broken house with empty space
Windmills rotate, turbines blow
As for her, she doesn't know

the loneliest boy in the state of nevada

You sit in silence 'cause the only radio in your town is Foghat and Creed
You check the mileage and you can't go to college 'cause those books are still so hard to read
And it doesn't seem like anything will change and the mountains make damn sure you're gonna stay
The girls all think you're strange and your parents they suspect that you're gay

You can't believe you're alone in this trailer as your senior prom is starting
You can't believe you're alone in this trailer as your senior prom is starting
But the loneliest boy in the state of Nevada doesn't feel much like a party

She drives by in the suped-up pick-up of that boyfriend she's got up in Sparks
You won't cry but you'll punch your locker until the dented metal bears your marks
And just when you're sure she sees you, it turns out she's just waving at a friend
She's too kind to tease you but she's too good to wind up with you in the end

You can't believe in thise whole goddamn desert, she only lives two blocks away
You can't believe - in this whole desert she lives two blocks away
But the loneliest boy in the state of Nevada can't find the right words to say

They're waiting there, waiting for you in the parking lot outside the Odeon
And you're not scared 'cause you've got five shotgun shells that say they won't call you faggot again
They drive off in their I-Rocs and you wipe the face from your tears
These strip malls are like cell blocks and you've been locked up for the past eighteen years

You can't believe you feel so old but when you drive up to Reno you can't get into bars
You can't believe that when you can it'll be better or heal any scars
The loneliest boy in the state of Nevada is spending the night with the stars

You swear by the gun in your hand your next night alone will be your last
You understand just like in the past they're only idle threats
You've got responsibilities and debts and you're not that strong
But if things keep carrying on, they're responsibilities you just might forget

It's getting cold - you pick up your mistakes and walk into the night
It's getting cold - you pick up your mistakes and walk into the night
The loneliest boy in the state of Nevada is going to be alright

multi-unit housing makes bad neighbors

Last rites, setting up shop for the night
Blinds low, he makes it to sell not to show
Suspicious smells, oh it must be that meth
Such vicious dogs must be guarding a chef

Just before the morning I heard a voice warning me
Don't, don't look in there
Just before the evening I saw somebody leaving
Scratching and sniffing and scared
He cooks it at home so leave it alone
He cooks it at home so leave it alone

Dead wrong, they're joining the devil in song
Parched croon, off-time and all out of tune
White youth singing of blues they produced
Guevara Ts, please let a working man sleep

While your friends are taking those stupid shots of jager
Some of us have work before dawn
While you tip your bong to your hollow protest songs
Your freedom shows what side you're on
You are what you own now leave me alone
You are what you own now leave me alone

Crown Vic, only one job goes with it
In the can, we learned to smell bacon and ham
Crystal clear, moustache and biceps and sneer
Crystal fear, they sent you deep cover right here

Underneath the flooring I suspect you're storing
Assault rifles and kevlar vests
I know any day now you'll get on the radio
and call in to claim my arrest
I'm clean and I'm grown, so leave me alone
I'm clean and I'm grown, so leave me alone

new virginia

A Chicago needle took her in the summer
I pawned our shit and caught a bus out west
I got off the Greyhound in a corn and cattle town
Because the name recalled my mother's place of rest

It seemed like a haven for clean Christian maidens
Who'll love a man despite the holes he's made
But the scourge arrived a decade before I did
Provided by the trailer parade

New Virginia, Iowa
Virgin land apart from who I was
New Virginia, Iowa
Poisoned boys do as poison does

Cornfields can't quite cover the bodies of our lovers
Singing from the Cook County morgue
I managed to bandage my memory of the damage
With the sheets of the clerk from the store next door

She had left the church when her cursing father left her in the lurch
She told me sleep is for the old
I met her friends tending bar when harvest ended
So wide awake I couldn't feel the cold

New Virginia, Iowa
Virgin land apart from who I was
New Virginia, Iowa
Poisoned boys do as poison does

For our sins we've got modern bathtub gin
It's a long night, a long night to go
And I know in the shack on Felton's curve
I'll get, I'll get what I deserve
Lord steady my nerves

The lives we've led are never really dead
Nor the psalms that set the bombs off in our heads
By the time I'm clean this prairie will mean nothing to me
I'll curse another place instead
Whoah, it's a long night, a long night to go

next year is shaping up to be real awesome

The fountain dried up years ago
Now the youth is dying slow
This old truck can't escape the place I'm from
My home looks like a gun
My home looks like a gun
We cover up but our minds rot in the sun

That's why I walked away
From the bridges that pierce the southern sky
The sunshine state is waiting to die

Just pretend we've never met
I'm not ready for it yet
My mouth is dry, the interior's soaking wet
If I forget I'll want to stay
If I forget I'll want to stay
Just pop the trunk and I'll be on my way

Make the drop-off in Gainesville tomorrow night
Put down our feral love before we say goodbye
The sunshine state is waiting to die

Put the cash in my hand
Put the gun back in your pants
Put the car into gear
Drive our love away from here
Put the past in the ground
These everglades are haunted and I want them to burn down

I'll take local roads to the Georgia line
Those ghouls will take whatever you supply
The sunshine state is waiting to die

ntozake nelson


Oh no, another day begins
Calenders and wristwatches are counting down my sins
Construction trucks outside are piling up the years
After 25 the brides leave the single girls in tears
God bless them, god bless them all
'Cause we've heard about what happens when their engine stalls
The tallest ones are mauled in the falls of the Midwest
The quiet ones are farmed out to businessmen's requests
And osteoperosis gets the rest
They'll remember her best as charming and good-looking
Though they wouldn't take her now for all the beer in Brooklyn
Her cooking is her pride but she sits alone for dinner
In the dark under faded posters of Lew Alcindor
The local red-eyed bottles have settled in for the winter
But you won't see me there
I can't raise my glass and the others never cared
I'll drink my morning coffee without Irish and I will make amends
I miss the bottle I miss my friends, I miss the bottle I miss my friends

Hip-hop saved my life that summer, you wouldn't understand
'Cause when I felt those beats cascade over the grandstand
I felt like a man and you know a man gets thirsty
But the clerk at the A+P wouldn't sell to me
I felt the crowbar in my hand
I got the liquor and the cops got me
While I was in the can my buddies were commanded
To clean up someone else's mess in Afghanistan
They never came home
Now I put each posthumous 'Pac release on their tombstones
Their families hold my survival against me
And I hold their religion against them
And I hold my jacket against myself
Like an army blanket on a plane of wounded personel
And it doesn't seem right
To go without cocktails on a bereavement fare flight
The stewardess smiles and tries to cheer me up as the plane descends
I miss the bottle I miss my friends, I miss the bottle I miss my friends

Oh no, another evening ends
All the tired fertile women are leaving with their men
Just cops and cabs remain when the city's lost its citizens
I could drive you home 'cause that's the way I'm going
And no one likes driving the bridge alone
Even when it's retrofitted you can hear the builders moan
My regrets pile up like cars behind traffic cones
I'm not sure what I drove here for
But I can dream of walking you to your door
And I can leave my evening jacket crumpled on the floor
And I'll forget you ever loved him and I'll forget that you still do
And I can leave this life alone or I can spend what's left with you
And I can call the cemetary to buy us adjacent spots
We can adopt a Vietnamese kid to leave flowers at our lots
And darling you can pick the name
I can tell I'm talking insane I don't mean to offend
I may never fall in love but I'm getting to the age at which I'm willing to pretend
I miss the bottle I miss my friends, I miss the bottle I miss my friends
I miss the bottle I miss my friends, I miss the bottle I miss my friends

overpass

My heart and your windows, opaque and broken
Hello to your folks and welcome to Oakland
Your Dad sold that coke and was sold up the river
I say I get it, you say it's different
My parents are livid, yours went ballistic
The local cabs won't pick me up in your district
You say you'll miss it, I'm more realistic
You say it's forever, I know the statistics
You were on fire when you walked away

Your friends call me cracker, I hope they're joking
Drunk in the back of my parents' car smoking
Outside the club taking shots in the Taurus
I called you baby, you called me a tourist
This liquor is sordid, I can't take much more of it
Your brother the dealer stares me down as he pours it
It's not that I'm bored of the foothills well sort of
We just need the Lord above to support us
You were on fire when you walked away

The cops busted you for your brothers' kis and
They would have been lenient if you were European
I hope you believe that the narc wasn't me and
I think it's a crime you weren't tried as a minor
But I wouldn't blame you if the powder was yours
And the Pyrex and firearms under the floorboards
Now I feel horrible, like I was a long shot
Like man is his own God, call in the bomb squad
You were on fire when you walked away

If I could stay with you I would
Crosstown traffic does no one any good

pass like night

Always look like sailors
I let'em pass right through me
I got my legs in behind dreams
I let'em come right through me

These West Village bars
I drink 'till I'm dead
And then I take it too far
And now I'm off of my head
My bridge and tunnel will carry me home

You never know if they'll give you
The bug never leaves you

The doors keep crashing
The doors they keep crashing

Always talk like sailors
I let the night pass right through me
Oh I wouldn't know
I'm just a king with an empty court
Oh I wouldn't know
I'm just a ship that's left rusting at port

The doors keep crashing
The doors they keep crashing

The city don't care if you come when it rains
Invisible scars to wash off your hands at the back of the train

patriot axe

The subway rumbles as I stumble through the ash of cities charred
Take the kids to the shelter that I built in the back yard
I can't sleep with all these sirens I ain't lyin' death abounds
I was grounded in this town until the courthouse walls came down

It's a war

My head ain't right
Now every night
They come to see
What will become of me

I was a stunning runner son before my legs were crushed
No chance of reconciliation fella it's just them or us
Don't you let that doctor in, he's a sinner, he's a foe
I've stockpiled enough food to get us where we need to go

It's a war

My head ain't right
Now every night
They come to see
What will become of me

princes of rubble

Oh snap, it's an earthquake
Oh yeah, it's a jailbreak
Listen up
The boss is back now what's my take

Sweet chariot
Keep swinging low low low
I'm serious
Grab your burner 'cause it's time to go

I got a secret, I'm feeling it, feeling it
I got a fever, gonna deal with it, deal with it
All of my soldiers gonna drink all day
'Till they wake up dead and dance where they lay, hey!

Feel the island breeze
Smell the diesel smoke
I'm serious
You better not mix gunpowder and coke

I got a UN meal
I got a demon's lair
Listen now
This 'hood is ours please party elsewhere

I got a secret, I'm feeling it, feeling it
I got a fever, gonna deal with it, deal with it
All of my soldiers gonna drink all day
'Till they wake up dead and dance where they lay, hey!

post-soviet

The world's eyes are not here
We fade into history
Winter was cruel this year
(The silence and the night)
The old reactor seethes
(The pilots and the kites)
Your grandmother still prays
(The sirens and the lights)
Maybe we all should
(The violence out of sight)
A paycheck and a uniform
(Do you wonder where they go?)
The forest and the chloroform
(Ten years from now they'll know)
They'll be showing us on tours but now we're boarding up our doors

Dasha works at the club
(We don't miss the regime)
Dancing for men with guns
(The promises and schemes)
She saves enough for all of us
(The smokestacks and machines)
Saves herself for someone's son
(The orange suits and steam)
A paycheck and a uniform
(Do you wonder where they go?)
The forest and the chloroform
(Ten years from now they'll know)
They'll be showing us on tours but now we're boarding up our doors

Boy I read today your father's coming, father's coming home

queen city of the lakes

Lorain was the nights and we did it up right
Tall tales of coastal fears
After work, hot rails off hotel mirrors that the clerk took off the wall
We were 17 and we sure liked to ball
We took up serpents, we split the atom
we swung our shifts, we shared if we had'em

We were broken and free and too young for the pain
On days I wasn't able there was always 'cain
There was always cocaine, Lorain

Lorain was the days, and they hit hard
Shipyards are closing it seems
Steinbrenner just brought a baseball team
No severance, just business
It was three weeks before Christmas
Now half of her collects assistance
Dad says this is your inheritance

Brown shoreline and a yellow terrain
An ugly body with a beautiful name
Such a beautiful name, Lorain

Lorain was the years, and we're feeling them
Two dealerships and previous kids
So much older but he funded our skid
And then he paid for your rehab
He paid off your loans and gave you two kids of your own
You raise his spawn in Sacramento
The smell of coal makes me sentimental

They say she's dying, she's dying in pain
But really all of us are, and we can't complain
We can't complain, Lorain

Oh Lorain, I knew our future was haunted
Oh Lorain, I hope this is what you wanted

a quick nine holes before lunch

Call it inevitable
Breath of flame and shades of wool
In Conakry and Istanbul
Dem hungry but our belly's full

Carolina soil is red
It is iron, it's not blood
Animals preserved undead
They're from a zoo not from the flood

Keep it street and I'll muzzle my rant
But we were born to heed the deeds our parents can't
It's on your land, it's in your house
It's on your hand, it's in your mouth

Brace yourself for hell again
Bad information not bad men
No objection, what's the use?
We don't breed just reproduce

I will settle on down

Lots of lost philosophies
They firebombed the diocese
From Llasa to Los Angeles
A working class poseur is something to be

repopulation blues

Take it from Chad, take it from 'Clef, refugee camps they aren't the best
But they're often all that's left
I know you're in mourning too, hey if there's anything we could have done
Hey if there's anything I can do

Gallows humor won't keep this encampment safe
But it looks like we're gonna have some time to waste, so

Turn the sonar scrambler on, sing me some old camping song
There's room enough in this tent for both of us
Pretend it's not the end of time, pour me a whiskey and iodine
There's room enough in this tent for both of us, and what passes for lust

I never used to talk to men, it put me off my dinner when
I saw my sister sin
In the parking lot after church, with the pastor's son, she's gone now
So is most everyone

Jesus was a good guy I guess
But he never quite prepared me for this mess, so

Turn the sonar scrambler on, sing me some old camping song
There's room enough in this tent for both of us
Pretend it's not the end of time, pour me a whiskey and iodine
There's room enough in this tent for both of us, and what passes for lust

I knew bats would do us in, on my last church group mission
We all road tripped down to Austin
By the Congress Avenue Bridge, I felt them flying all over me
A hundred thousand of Satan's kids

I know you just lost someone
But if you don't make me pregnant, the bats have already won, so

Turn the sonar scrambler on, sing me some old camping song
There's room enough in this tent for both of us
Pretend it's not the end of time, pour me a whiskey and iodine
There's room enough in this tent for both of us, and what passes for lust

seasons past

Waiting by the phone, waiting all alone
Where did you go this year?
Christmas time has passed

I waited for you at Macy's
I sat with Santa Claus
I asked him for presents
He said I was old and lost

And the leaves are falling

We wander grocery aisles looking for the Butterball
I come home to my mama, I got no girl at all
So I sit with my father, waiting by the telephone
Waiting with my father, crying all alone

And the leaves are falling

Waiting with my brother in the bar that we went to in high school
We're just like kids
Waiting with my brother in the bars
Waiting by the phone, waiting all alone

And the leaves are falling

sell the house, the car, the kids (i'm not coming back)

I came into town, the mission was planned
Now I'm the man under your floor again
A knock at the door again
Say I'm not here

My desert love, where have you gone?
It's been too long, you make me strong again
Will you come home again, I am alone

Jet plans will land like rain on the sand
They don't understand I fell in love again
I'm not coming home again It's out of their hands

I'm feeling you, I got a hole in my head

Your books are destroyed by enemy songs
The mission was planned
Your prophet has died again, leaving the holy land
He's in the sky

The soldiers are gone, I'll show you the light
We'll start a new life in Mesopotamia
When I'm done saving you
You'll worship Christ
Jesus Christ!

I'm feeling you, I got a hole in my head

taking you with me

We rode the same bus to school
His girlfriend fell in love with me
It got tense there for a while
Last two weeks with a knife under my seat
I was afraid
Got out of state just in time
Told his woman
I'm taking you with me
But I left her there to rot
She loved someone I'm just not

He just got back from Iraq
Medical discharge from the Corps
Given six months to live
He arrived to settle one last score
How did he find me
After all this time
Note through my window:
I'm taking you with me
I heard he'd been asking 'round
I checked into a motel
It's about to go down

Call a security guard, there's a madman with a gun
Drop your shopping bags, look for an exit sign and run
I just did what anyone else in that mall would have done

Once a month on the weekends
Just in case it came to this
I'd go to the shooting range
Only got one shot, can't afford to miss
I looked him in the eye
I stepped out from women's wear
'How have you been, my friend?
I'm taking you with me
I just got the drop on him
I just dropped him

Oh jury of my peers
Understand it was in self defense, it's not as it appears
He wanted to take everything from me
I only took six months away from him
He was a lunatic
And if you insist
I'll send some money to the ten-year-old twins I left behind

union

Oh, so you had to go
Union

Oh, so you had to go
Union

All the shipwrecked billions
Meet again when day is done

walk the miles

Your picture on the fridge won't come down
I will keep this home, I'll stay in town
On visitation days
I walk the miles of the perimeter
We're only human beings
Just want the things that we were

I think I can wait for 15 years
At home the crashing plates have disappeared
I miss you
And the kids miss their dad
We're only human beings
Just miss the things we never had

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Hello Ben, we're home again
Drink with kin in silence until vacation ends
He sends checks we couldn't clear
He wanted us the hell away from here
It feels weird

I know he's given up, drives Mom berserk
But our father's still our father if even if his heart won't work
What the, dude, did you hear the news?
Shawn just cut this girl up in two
It's pretty weird

But New Year's is a perfect mess
And all the kids just say yes
Even in our town

Pass the lines, take off your clothes
If I can't get what I want then I suppose
I'll take this knife and cut your throat
Burn your clothes and leave you cold
I know it's weird

But New Year's is a funny day
And things will always be this way in our town
Since they shut the factories down

Don't drop me here, don't take me home
Memories more than enough
My daddy wants us far away where we can dream

Don't lock me up I wanna go home
Memories more than enough
She's better off underground where she can dream

Keep driving man, don't take me home
Keep driving man, don't take me home
Keep driving man, don't take me home
Keep driving man, don't take me home
I wanna dream

when kings fought in their own wars

This food just isn't filling
And I won't leave the building
And I don't even listen
And I won't be forgiven
All the federal agents are running away and they're ending negotiations
I hope I don't forget what I meant to say about the impermanence of nations
I can't start this over and I can't just rewind
To when kings fought in their own wars and you were mine

Years before the killing
And years before Pat Tillman
You were young and willing
And I wasn't such a villain
Now they're waiting for me to run out of air so they can send the S.W.A.T. team in
Despite the whiskey I can't help but care about the days before the movement was ready to begin
The smell of nerve gas takes me back to the time
When kings fought in their own wars and you were mine


They'll call me a madman
When the news explains what happened
But I can't stop laughing
At all this fun I'm having
There's a man on the other side of this wall with two children and a wife
Even though I know it'll mean my downfall I just can't take his life
'Cause that could have been us, oh baby, wouldn't that be fine
If kings fought in their own wars and you were mine

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