Try To Be Kind
The ocean is in us/wipes out the land. Desert is in us/save what you can. I am a widow/of my own heart. Please take me with you/oh when you die. Chorus-We try to be kind…not too kind- Devil is in us/works through our hands. Our better angels/weak and inane. I am an orphan/family of man. Please take me unto your breast/do what I can. Chorus I you cannot go home, stay with me. If your man is raging at home, stay with me….
Raise up the Sheets
Step into the light/come out on the other side. Dark end of the street/where lovers and loved reside. There’s cameras of course/at least a thin white film/that covers the teeth/leaves the mouths open. Oh, let the boys talk/let their lips form a hollow ring. And raise up the sheets/use them as curtains/keep out the awful day. Chorus-So hard to keep straight. High minded talk. Worlds a black casket/curtain. We just reflect its love. Let’s not be precious. Hoard what you need. Pared to the bone, we shiver into our love. Blood in our nails/iron beneath the skin/where hearts used to beat/cables contain lightning/so shoot out the lights/shove your hand in the wiring. We rise in the early afternoon/change all the sheets/cover up our bruises/bury the bodies that need burying. Our lies/shine like the truth/if they want us to stop/than they have to prove it. So raise up the sheetsx4 My body belongs to/ your body belongs to/ my ass belongs to you.
Are you tired? You seem tired/don’t misunderstand me, you wear it well. Losing sleep from all that shouting/Please take my arms as your hotel. Are you fading? I’ve been fading/since you got here, ‘round half past 4. Are you sleeping? Are You sleeping? / I’ll guard your body, I’ll watch the door. Chorus-We are not children/ we are not children/we know things end badly, we know things end bad. There is no future/there is no resolution/until there is, baby, I’m your man. In my bedroom, stands a bookshelf/ for all the books I’ll never read. Hangs above it, an empty frame/waiting for a picture of you and me. I’ll be wearing black bars on badges/you’ll wear a gown of dagger print. Our eyes our close and we’re kissing/the knives without, the knives within.
Child We Almost Had
I’m a goddamned cheat/I’m a gifted liar. But, oh you should have seen me as a child. To be loved is nice/but it’s hardly essential. But oh you should have seen me as a child. Chorus-Not tonight not tonight, took some pills and now we’re tired. Not tonight not tonight, we can’t sleep ‘cuz we’re so tired. The right thing aint easy/or even interesting. But oh you should have seen me as a child. To be loved is oppressive/you know that better than most, but oh…When we finally get to sleep, meet the child we almost had, and you know she’ll be sweet (brave) and we’ll name her Velouria.
The Bigger Man
I tell no lie. I tell no lie. We lost a good friend, we don’t miss him much. / Politics aside. Politics aside. He was a mirror made of alcohol and snide remarks. /No fake remorse. No fake remorse. He was a ham hock. He was a sex drive. He was a thick slab of exercise. He did what fat comedians do…he died. Chorus-Good my conscience. Goodbye dignity. I got the sound on the stereo. Goddamn the bigger man. Turn out the lights. Turn out the lights. My body’s a temple made by a people long since dead and gone. / I tell no lie. I tell no lie. Let’s not pretend that death’s the worst of all our options…. Our friends in science invented finance. Got involved with fairly evil Martin Amis type shit. Thought we’d grow up to be pirates. Instead we grew up to be graphic designers. Now what are we to do with all these ridiculous tattoos? I was only with you because you were there. You were only with me because I was amusing. At some point I stopped being amusing. At some point you stopped being there. Now Jesus Christ was a carpenter, but you know he’s not the boss of me and when my hand’s inside of you, you know I hear a symphony.
Frankie and Johnny
Frankie was beautiful/Johnny was beautiful/they were in love, love, love. Frankie was weakness/Johnny was her keeper/ they were in love, love, love. Frankie grew stronger/Johnny lost ground to her/ they were in love, love, love. Frankie said to John “I won’t be held down/by god’s love or anyone else’s. We had a good thing once/but good things don’t last/just ask your mother and father”. John said to Frank “There’s cause and effect/there’s butterflies and battleships sinking/there’s sailors lost and mothers who mourn/I won’t live in a world without love, love, love”. Frankie was careless/Johnny was a spilt drink/they were in love, love, love. Frankie and Johnny/were not sentimental/about love, love, love. Everybody is careless/everybody is careless/in love, love, love, love
Why Are You So Unforgiving?
Why are you so unforgiving? Everything I say is not a lie. Just want to take some hope from your life. Shove it down the throat of mine. And the curtain rose and you said to me “is that all there is” and I said to you “what do you mean? Is that all there is” and you said to me “I wanted something more” Why must you go out dancing/when my room is dark and warm. I always thought of you as a refuge, from what in my weakness I called a storm. And you said to me “are you gonna leave?” And I said to you “well people leave” and you said to me “I’ll never leave” and I said to you “I’ll watch you leave”. Chorus-We’re eating; we’re sleeping the fruit of bad ideas. We shower together, why not bring the bottle. This sweating this grinding, strange thorns bloom inside us. If we had not been born, would they even notice? Why are you so unforgiving? All over the world, people lie. I always thought of you as a solution. Temporary or the other kind…
The Wolves That Raised You
I’m not afraid to/say that I love you/even when I’m/down on all fours. Not afraid to/have my head held down/just so long as/the holding hand is yours. Not afraid to/say that I’m your man/even though you/got another. Doesn’t he look/cute there in those shoes/like an English dandy/in a Brooklyn fashion shoot. Chorus- Want to send a note/thank the wolves that raised you/your command of the human tongue/truly is amazing…hold on…release… I’m not ashamed to/ speak ill of the dead/when they’re still breathing/sleeping in your bed. A mystery-ah/ religion built for two/resurrection/ for the chosen few. Chorus When I kiss your friends/you should pretend/that I’m kissing you/that’s what I do. I used to love love/like a blind man loves sun. Now I’m into harder stuff.
New Folk Songs for New Buildings
New Folk songs for new buildings/I take the highest one/I put my money in futures. We got plans/we got answers. We hold our lost souls for ransom. New folk songs for new buildings/I’ll take the highest one/I put my faith in the future. We got facts/we got answers. We give each others diseases. If you want to drown, shallow water’s all around, lie down. To lose your town, you just have to stick around. To lose yourself, all your friends are here to help/you fall. New folk songs for new buildings/I kiss the broker’s ring/I lay myself at his mercy. We got phones/to air grievance/ some things aren’t even worth speaking. To build a shrine, throw some rocks upon the ground, and pray To lose your town, you just have to stick around. To lose yourself, all your friends are here to help/you fall. Rise, East River, rise.
You want a glass of water? I’ll get you a glass of water. /You don’t have to fill that cup up with tears. /Yeah, those boys in the band, they’re wicked understanding, they ain’t too smart, but at least they’re sincere. / You say “safe sex is boojy, let’s have some kids and lose ‘em/ get some disease up in this piece and then die”. / I say “that sounds pretty swell, if I’m gonna go to hell, I’ll take the entrance through your thighs.” Chorus- Oh, these positive vibes are killing me. I don’t want to have fun, I’ve had fun before. I want to lie in the dark all day. With you. With you. Oh, these positive vibes are killing me. I don’t want to have fun, I’ve had fun, it sucks. I want to lie in the dark all day. With you. With you. You want a vodka soda? I’ll get you a vodka soda. Just stop waving money at the bartender. /I swear to god, the clock hits ten to five, and your manners go right out the window. /We sit on your car, spilling drinks, drenched in strings, talking about the end of the world. / I ask again “why you got to crush your own dreams?” You say “Oh, I guess I’m just that kind of girl.”