117 valley drive
seemed like heaven when the band arrived
with a couple of drums and a couple guitars
we'd play our hearts out in my backyard
and the people came from everywhere
to put their plas
over the river climbing up the hill
like a digital reproduction
a frequency that kills
women weep, dogs faint, the police beg
but she won't stop that feeling
going up and down their legs
aches and pa
as you are i once was - as i am you will be
all over the world are people like you and me
a bunch of sour apples on the old family tree
and billions of kids - i’m afraid they’re all
yours and min
i am a modern caveman
sittin' here by the fire
these hands of mine been busy
they never seem to tire
i am a fearless hunter
look at all these bones
sometimes i sit and wonder
who i am and wha
A fat man like me
can never bother with tea or brie
I must go right to the main source
and wolf it down like a rhinoceros
but a woman like her
can tease me with a warm hors d'ouevre
She slices and di
(Arduser/Belew/Fetters/Nyswonger)
You don't retain your calm
either you're an anvil
or sell me your aunt
and your car is almost gone
figure it out
My bag's against the wall
you knocked me up,
you d
She makes
me wait
she turns away
she pretends she doesn't hear a word I say
She's a girl with clouds in her head
Her room,
the sky
she shuts her eyes
and she's never alone even when she's by hersel
all your tears
make me shiver
sometimes i think
you're a little blue river
i don't want to see you cry
but i've got to leave tonight
the floor is filled with all my things
now i know what fortune br
sooner or later gravity always wins
and the clock on the wall runs down
the plates you've been spinning break on the floor
and the people edge toward the door
you got me going
you got me going ar
hold me closer - keep your distance
tell me your secrets - mind your own business -
sally
we had everything - under the volcano
we watched our laughing children sing - under the
volcano
you thought
My heart went out to her,
it won't return
she may be helpless
but she's radiant
her eyes are clear and full
and what a pull
she doesn't need to speak,
she reaches me
on a wavelength
A squat greek sips his ouzo
fingering his gold neck chain
robust corn-fed american beauties
lick the salty rim of margaritas
in the corner lies a comatose musician
dreaming on the job again
you can't
