Songs
"Goodnight Elisabeth"
I was wasted in the afternoon Waiting on a train I woke up in pieces and Elisabeth had disappeared again I wish you were inside of me I hope that you're ok I hope you're resting quietly I just wanted to say Goodnight Elisabeth Goodnight Elisabeth We couldn't all be cowboys So some of us are clowns Some of us are dancers on the midway We roam from town to town I hope that everybody can find a little flame Me, I say my prayers, then I just light myself on fire And I walk out on the wire once again And I say Goodnight Elisabeth Goodnight Elisabeth I will wait for you in Baton Rouge I'll miss you down in New Orleans I'll wait for you while she slips in something comfortable And I'll miss you when I'm slipping in between If you wrap yourself in daffodils I will wrap myself in pain And if you're the queen of California Baby I am the king of the rain And I say Goodnight Elisabeth Goodnight Elisabeth
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"PERFECT BLUE BUILDINGS"
Just down the street from your hotel, baby I stay at home with my disease And ain't this position familiar, darling Well, all monkeys do what they see Help me stay awake, I'm falling... Down on Virginia and La Loma Where I got friends who'll care for me You got an attitude of everything I ever wanted I got an attitude of need Help me stay awake, I'm falling... CHORUS: Asleep in perfect blue buildings Beside the green apple sea Gonna get me a little oblivion, baby Try to keep myself away from me (myself and) me It's 4:30 A.M. on a Tuesday It doesn't get much worse than this In beds in little rooms in buildings in the middle of these lives which are completely meaningless Help me stay awake, I'm falling... (CHORUS)... I got bones beneath my skin, and mister... There's a skeleton in every man's house Beneath the dust and love and sweat that hangs on everybody There's a dead man trying to get out Please help me stay awake, I'm falling...(CHORUS) **~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~*
"RAIN KING"
When I think of heaven Deliver me in a black-winged bird I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers And all other instruments of faith and sex and God In the belly of a black-winged bird. Don't try to feed me I've been here before And I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the Queen I belong anywhere but in between She's been crying and I've been thinking And I am the Rain King
And I said mama, mama, mama, why am I so alone I can't go outside I'm scared I might not make it home I'm alive, I'm alive But I'm sinking in If there's anyone at home at your place, darling Why don't you invite me in? Don't try to bleed me I've been there before And I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the Queen I belong anywhere but in between She's been lying and I've been sinking And I am the Rain King
Hey, I only want the same as anyone Henderson is waiting for the sun Oh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends After all the dreaming I come home again
When I think of heaven Deliver me in a black-winged bird I think of dying Lay me down in a field of flame and heather Render up my body into the burning heart of God In the belly of a black-winged bird Don't try to bleed me I've been here before And I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the queen I belong anywhere but in between She's been dying and I've been drinking And I am the Rain King **~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~*
"MRS. POTTER'S LULLABY"
Well I woke up in mid afternoon cause that's when it all hurts the most I dream I never know anyone at the party and I'm always the host If dreams are like movies then memories are films about ghosts You can never escape, you can only move south down the coast Well I am an idiot walking a tightrope of fortune and fame I am an acrobat swinging trapezes through circles of flame If you've never stared off into the distance then your life is a shame And though I'll never forget your face sometimes I can't remember my name
Hey, Mrs. Potter, don't cry Hey, Mrs. Potter, I know why But, hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me
Well there's a piece of Maria in every song that I sing And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings And there is always one last light to turn out and one last bell to ring And the last one out of the circus has to lock up everything Or the elephants will get out and forget to remember what you said Oh and the ghosts of the tilt-o-whirl will linger inside of your head Oh and the Ferris wheel junkies will spin there forever instead When I see you, a blanket of stars covers me in my bed
Hey, Mrs. Potter, don't go, I said Hey, Mrs. Potter, I don't know, but Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me
Well all the blue light reflections that color my mind when I sleep And the lovesick rejections that accompany the company I keep All the razor perceptions that cut just a little too deep Hey, I can bleed as well as anyone but I need someone to help me sleep So I throw my hand into the air and it swims in the beams It's just a brief interruption of the swirling dust sparkle jet stream Well I know I don't know you and you're probably not what you seem Aw, but I'd sure like to find out So why don't you climb down off that movie screen
Hey, Mrs. Potter, don't turn Hey, Mrs. Potter, I burn for you Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me
When the last king of Hollywood shatters his glass on the floor And orders another Well, I wonder what he did that for That's when I know that I have to get out cause I have been there before So I gave up my seat at the bar and I head for the door. Yeah. We drove out to the desert just to lie down beneath this bowl of stars We stand up in the Palace, like it's the last of the great pioneer town bars Aw, we shout out these songs against the clang of electric guitars Well, you can see a million miles tonight But you can't get very far Aw, you can see a million miles tonight But you can't get very far Hey, Mrs. Potter, I won't touch and Hey, Mrs. Potter, it's not much but Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you tlak to me
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"SPEEDWAY" I get so nervous - I'm shaking It's so I got no pride at all It gets so bad but I just keep coming back for more Guess I just get off on that stuff thinkin bout taking some time thinkin about leavin soon I got some things I can't tell anyone I got some thing's I just can't say There the kinda things that no one knows about just need somebody to talk to me I'm thinkin about leaving tomorrow I'm thinkin about being on my own Think I've been wasting my time thinkin about getting out thinkin about getting out In all this time the bottom line you dont know how much I feel you say you see but I dont agree. Dont know - dont know how I feel. Just trying to get myself some gravity your just trying to get me to say. Sometimes I sit here looking down apon los angeles Sometimes Im floating away Thinkin about breaking myself Thinkin about getting back home Think Ive been waiting way to long Thinkin bout getting out Thinkin bout getting out Thinkin bout getting Out
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"Mr.Jones"
I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yeelow haired girl Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black- haired flamenco dancer She dances while his father plays guitar She suddenly beautiful Well we all want to be beautiful I wish I was beautiful
So come dance this silence down through the morning Cut up, Maria! Show me some of that Spanish dances Pass me a bottel Mr.Jones Help me belive in anything I want to be someone who belives
Mr.Jones and me tell each other fairy tales Stare at the beautiful women "She's looking at you. Ah no, no she's looking at me" Smiling in the bright lights COming through in stero When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely
I will paint my picture Paint myself in blue and red andblack and gray All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful Gray is my favorite color I felt so symbolic yesterday If I knew Picasso I would buy myself a gray gutair
Mr. Jones and look into the future Stare at beautiful women "She's looking at you. Uh, I don't think so she's looking at me." Standing in the spotlight I bought myslef a gray gutair When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely
I want to be a lion Everybody wants to pass as cats We all want to be big big stars, buyt we all have diffrent reasons for that Belive in me because I don't belive in anything and I want to be someone to belive
Mr.Jones and me stumbling through the barrio Yeah we stare at beautiful women "she's perfect for you. Man, there's got to be somebody for me." I want to be Bob Dylan Mr.Jones wants to be someone more funky When everybody loves you, son, thats just about as funky as you can be
MrJones and he staring at the video When I look at the television, I want to see me staring right back at me WE all want to be big big stars, but we don't know why and we don't know why But when everybody loves me, I'm going to be just about as happy as can be Mr.Jones and we, we're going to be big big stars.
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"Chelsea"
I never go to New York City these days Something about the buildings in Chelsea just kills me Maybe in a month or two, Maybe when things are different for me, Maybe when things are different for you
You know all of this shit, just sticks in my head Is there anything different these days? The light in her eyes goes out I never had light in my eyes anyway
Maybe things are different these days It's good for everybody to hurt somebody once in a while The things I do to people I love shouldn't be allowed Something about the buildings in Chelsea just kills me Something about the buildings in Chelsea just kills me Is there anything different these days?
The light in her eyes goes out, I never had light in my eyes anyway Maybe things are different these days
I dream I'm in New York City some nights. Angels flow down from all the buildings Something about an angel just kills me I keep hoping something will Is there anything different these days?
The light in her eyes goes out, I never had light in my eyes anyway Maybe things are, maybe maybe maybe Maybe things are, maybe maybe maybe Maybe things are different, Maybe things are different these days The light goes out I never had light in my eyes anyway Maybe things are different ......these days.
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"Anna Begins"
My friend assures me, "it's all or nothing." I am not worried I am not overly concerned My friend implores me, "For one time only, make an exception." I am not worried Wrap her up in a package of lies Send her off to a coconut island I am not worried I am not overly concerned With the status of my emotions "Oh" she says "You're changing" But we're always changing
It does not bother me to say this isn't love Because if you don't want to talk about it Then it isn't love And I guess I'm going to have to live with that But I'm sure there's something in a shade of grey Something in between And I can always change my name if that's what you mean
My friend assures me "It's all or nothing." But I am not really worried I am not overly concerned You try to tell yourself The things you try to tell yourself To make yourself forget I am not worried "If it's love," she said "then we're going to have to think about the consequences" She can't stop shaking I can't stop touching her and...
This time when kindness falls like rain It washes her away and Anna begins to change her mind "These seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering for days" she says And I'm not ready for this sort of thing
But I'm not going to break And I'm not going to worry about it anymore I'm not going to bend And I'm not going to break and I'm not going to worry about it anymore It seems like I should say "As long as this is love..." But it's not all that easy so maybe I should Snap her up in a butterfly net Pin her down on a photograph album I am not worried I've done this sort of thing before But then I start to think about the consequences Because I don't get no sleep in a quiet room and...
The time when kindness falls like rain It washes me away and Anna begins to change my mind And everytime she sneezes I beleive it's love and Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing
She's talking in her sleep It's keeping me awake And Anna begins to toss and turn And every word is nonsense but I understand and Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing
Her kindness bangs a gong, it's moving me along And Anna begins to fade away It's chasing me away she disappears and Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing
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"Angels of the Silences"
Well i guess you left me with some feathers in my hand did it make it any easier to leave me where i stand? i guess there might not be too many who would stand beside you now where'd you come from? Where am i going? why'd you leave me 'till i'm only good for...
waiting for you all my sins... i said that i would pay for them if i could come back to you all my innocence is wased on the dead and dreaming
everynight these silhouettes appear above my head little angels of the silences that climb into my bed and whisper "everytime i fall asleep everytime i dream why'd you leave us 'till we're only good for...
waiting for you" all my sins... i said that i would pay for them if i could come back to you all my innocense is wasted on the dead and dreaming
i dream of Michaelangelo when i'm lying in my bed little angels hang above my head and read me like an open book suck my blood break my nerve offer me thier arms well, i will not be an enemy of anything i'll only stand here
waiting for you all my sins... i said that i would pay for them if i could come back to you all my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming
