BLUFFING THE MOON
Four card draw with the quarter moon,
He sees your three and raises June,
Seeing you makes breath part from me.
Lost my shirt in a lover’s game,
Won my hand and stole your name
‘Cause I can’t hide my thoughts so you can’t see.
I’m a joker, yes I wear it on my head,
I’m the queen of, all the things I should have said-
I’m a diamond, but first you have to face the rough-
I’m a fool to think that the Pink Moon wouldn’t call my bluff.
Wax and wane as the summer fades,
And soft green leaves can’t hide your face.
Ursa bows his head to no man’s bow.
Bet my cards on the harvest moon,
As Leo roars a somber tune,
My North Star will point to you, I know.
(chorus)
SAMSON
It wasn’t the scissors, that cut Samson’s hair.
No it was a woman, that drug him there.
And when Eve called, “Adam, come taste this”
I couldn’t be her, no, I couldn’t waste him.
So let these bones be, of some earthly good,
If they’d break your fall then, You know I would.
Oh.
Ah but you know I’d try,
Try to appease you, and ease your mind.
And I won’t draw out the destruction in you,
Ah where you’re strong, I won’t weaken you.
So will I sit then, and bide my time
‘Till someone else sees you,
And catches your eye?
No.
PAPER BIRD
A bird on a paper piece,
Pining for the sky
You can’t tell him that he’s flat,
And his wings are a lie.
For once that paper was a tree,
And birds’ feet were perched there.
Now beneath his paper wings,
He thinks he feels the air–—
And aviaries and enclosed things
All come in different forms,
Time is just another dirty cage.
Yesterday has gone,
Tomorrow it has come,
This has been the best last cage—-
This has been the best last cage–
I’ve ever flown
A man on a crowded street,
Searching for the sky,
You can’t say it’s out of reach,
And buildings are too high,
For once that child had a string
And a kite in the air.
Then he grew and moved away,
Where no one knows he’s there–—
(chorus)
1932
Be my talkie movie,
The Clyde to my Bonnie,
You’re the cat’s pajamas I declare,
I feel I always knew you,
Our photo’s in a moon,
What were we thinking with our hair?
Our love dates back before we do,
Ain’t no depression on with you—
This love’s not new.
Our love dates back before we do,
Ain’t no depression on with you—
This love’s not new-—
I fell for you in ’32
When you act smooth like Gary Cooper,
It always makes my cheeks hurt,
‘Cause no one puts a laugh in me like you.
They tried to break us, took your car,
They drove in times were hard
It just sent us into bouts of Paper Moon.
(chorus)
This love’s not new-
This love’s not new-
This love’s not new-
Nineteen Thirty Two.
URSA MINOR
A spin of the globe on its metal axis,
Tracing the lines on the sphere like a scar,
Ah let them have it, if this is the closest,
That I’ll ever be to those places so distant and far.
Ooooo Ursa Minor,
I’d love to be, be where you are
And Ooooo Ursa Minor,
I’d give the world just be in the stars with you.
Shedding your light, on the lonely sailor,
Leading him home from the waters afar,
He sets his course to the bear in the distance
As he draws a line, with his eyes, to call out the
North Star.
(chorus)
Watching you crawl through the muddy ocean,
Of planets and meteors Pluto and Mars,
Listfully knowing that you love the notion
That lovers and cowards both look up to you
From the their cars.
(chorus x2)
BALLAD OF 1882
Betrayal bloomed, from admiration,
It wasn’t long, ‘fore I could see,
That what I saw was the reflection,
Of everything I’d hoped to be-
Of everything I’d hoped to be-
Ride the rails, bite the pain,
Returning home, on a train,
And of the man, I never knew
On him my gun I drew,
Oh you coward you—
From that day bore I your namesake,
When this hand took you from your life.
Born on me were all my trials,
Through the cryings of your wife-
Through the cryings of your wife-
(chorus)
EAST OF EDEN
I have my Cains, I’m more than Abel
To let you taste the fruits,
You’ve dressed upon this table—
Ooo Lord, I am falling, and if there’s blood upon these hands,
Hear it calling. Am I my brother’s keeper,
Or does he keep me?
Will I be laid to rest by hands,
Or will you send me to the East?
A little bit of each,
A little bit of each
Have you been to East of Eden?
Then both a thought crept,
And rapped upon my door
And what was done to me,
Had ne’er been done before
My countenance fell,
And I was losing sleep
Am I my brother’s keeper?
Or a keeper of sheep?
(chorus)
I’m a bit of each,
A little bit of each
Yes, I’ve been to East of Eden,
We’ve all tread in East of Eden–
BACKYARD ASTRONAUT
World’s best tested good intentions, of an upwards expedition
Your right hand in my back pocket, lifts me up just like a rocket.
I’m a wheat chewing, always knew it, what’s upon our plate I grew it
Believe it or not, I’m a backyard astronaut
I’m a hard gritted, city-limit, the bridle in my teeth, I bit it
I won’t ever stop, just a backyard astronaut —
aaa aaa aa aaa
You’re my touch down after orbit, the finer things we can’t afford it
But you’re my star and my hand-holder, I’m both rock and a soft shoulder.
(chorus)
TUNNEL HALLS
Illumination flickers, off our terra walls.
A bridge of roots above us, so we can never fall
The snow can’t reach us, the light can’t bleach us
Hold, hold on.
The snow can’t reach us, the light can’t bleach us
Hold, hold on.
HOLD ON–—
The world above can’t tempt us, here in tunnel halls,
Where there’s no trees beside us, we’re neither big nor small.
The snow can’t reach us, the light can’t bleach us,
Hold, hold on.
The snow can’t reach us, the light can’t bleach us,
Hold, hold on.
The snow can’t reach us, the light can’t bleach us,
(So raise your hand now, and light your candle)
Hold, hold on. HOLD ON—-