Lyrics to the songs on Eight Delicate Olives…

Posted on January 5, 2010

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Just realized that I hadn’t put these anywhere. For shame. The EP can be found (for free) here

Autumn Joy

Always knew I’d break these bonds
and go to graze on greener lawns
gauzy light on the passengers side
and we are drunken without wine
with the stress of joy in autumn

a dirty fork in a greasy spoon
the absent face of motel rooms
dust mites dance like TV snow
and we are simply passing through
the weary joys of autumn

we have hungry eyes for love
we are turning out our pockets
so that we may kiss the ground
and the ancient roadside signs
and we have desperate hands for bread
we are digging in like wolves
and the crumbs are falling out
with our giddy drunken laughter
we have all we own
roped together in the backseat
and the trails of the jets in the wild sky
tear the endless blue apart
and we are shining out in the dusk and lo the day is here
we are shining out in the dusk and lo the day is here

Breathe Slow

Can’t shake the feeling sometimes like I’m stuck on a conveyor belt
And all the pretty young things and the stay-up-all-night fun things will not help
as if proximity to hearts so raw could stem the endless tide of invalids and stars
for all time

well every heart grows on a stalk and every heart is planted in a row
and when I want to understand the scope of what’s at hand that’s where I go
and the proximity to bodies giving back themselves to earth can make me
breathe slow

The analysts agree we are a nation of the free and of the sad
we worship our desires to the point that we can never live them out
standing in the cemetery just maybe I can breathe that all out
of my life

If there’s one thing you remember when you’re humming this tomorrow to yourself
there are more creatures living in the cemetery than there are the dead
there are more creatures living in the cemetery than there are the dead

Sun Is Sun Is

Love do not despair. I know that the things between us are sent from eye to eye like diamonds in the dew-soaked fields in foreign countries while the sun is coming up and everyone is making coffee for the morning.

American Guilt

There’s blood in the clouds and there’s blood in the telephone satellite voices
It is just a game, do not flinch when I place the cold metal up against your skin
Some bodies beg to be beat and some histories beg to repeat themselves
nobody else can know
the way the house burns from inside
the shame inherent in the fire
oh no no

Extravagant cruelty with chocolate and cherries and you on top
Almost walked out the door when you found out I wrote songs you said oh no I’ve been through this before
but some bodies beg to be beat and some histories beg to repeat themselves
nobody else can know
the way the heart breaks from inside
the love inherent in the lie
oh no no

A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie, a lie, a lie
Just tell me how to want and I will buy buy buy buy buy
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie, a lie, a lie
Just tell me how to miss you and I’ll try try try try try

Feeling Mythical

everything is lovely here
especially when it rains all day
I am doing well these days, hope you’re okay

an elegant table set
in a darkened storefront
napkins folded so precise and waiting

for all the perfect dinner guests
to act their perfect revelry
while outside my perfect nose drips perfectly

i guess i’m learning how terrifying loneliness can be
last night i dreamed i was in a taxicab, we lost control
we broke the fence we hit the wall and it all went black, I thought “surely this is it,”
then I was standing on a busy street, without even a scratch
even in my dreams i just can’t believe I will ever die
even in my dreams i just can’t believe I will ever die

the nipples of the manikins
glare through their flimsy clothes
it’s been so long since we’ve been warm together

I’d give up the crooked streets
and all the meals I can’t afford
give up all the colored bricks
all the people I don’t know
just to know you’re listening. Are you listening?

i guess i’m learning how terrifying loneliness can be
last night i dreamed i was in a taxicab, we lost control
we broke the fence we hit the wall and it all went black, I thought “surely this is it,”
then I was standing on a busy street, without even a scratch
even in my dreams i just can’t believe I will ever die
even in my dreams i just can’t believe I will ever die

are you feeling mythical
as you walk down the hall of halls
I hope you’re still on top of the world when I get home

R. Frank & Son

jailed in Little rRock on suspicion of communist sympathies
chased with a pocket watch out of West Memphis
It means a lot to you when I try I just don’t know how long I can do it
Coked up in the sky with stones singing cocksucker blues

and there’s no time there’s no time there’s no time
i gotta move, i gotta move, I gotta move
cause life is flesh not stone.
in the passengers seat, you’re asleep in her arms
on the road from nowhere I made some mistakes

and there’s no time there’s no time there’s no time
i gotta move, i gotta move
I bought you a one-way ticket to Winslow Arizona
and it rained like hell

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