Liner Notes
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Tracks
Track 1: Change is Good
Track 2: Patience
Track 3: Hollywood Disappeared
Track 4: Undress Me
Track 5: Five Centuries
Track 6: Another Summer
Track 7: Wet Wired
Track 8: Madame X
Track 9: Visit
Track 10: Garden
Track 11: Palm Sunday
Lyrics
Change is Good
Catfish are jumpin’ But the clouds are rollin’ in Buildin’ towers in the north west Ready for the siege to begin Jesture made a joke last nite Said ”all’s well that ends” Now he’s nowhere to be found Oh angle tell me can you hear that sound Silence in the palace Markets in the tank Rich me are scrubbing blood staines Off the steps of the bank I studied nature ‘cause I was looking for relief But the only thing I found that grows forever Is disease Are those enemy foot steps in the hall Or just the pounding of my artery walls Crowd went to dancin’ When the storm broke the heat Didn’t even feel the river comin’ up Around their feet Change is good So good they tell me Change is good for you I walked thru ghost towns Whistling as I went They say anticipation is always Worse than the event And that’s a comfort If you can make yourself believe Now the only thing that I can find to eat Is the stale bread from a buygone feast Bring it on change is good………
Pan’s Pipes
Why don’t you get yourself in order Why don’t you get yourself together It’s a simple thing to do When the Full Moon comes in view First you’ll have to build a fire Then you’ll have to breath the smoke When you stand before that fire You start to feel your Spirit rise higher , higher Up in the air where could roll by Up in the air where the Spirits fly Deep in the woods where Forest Nymphs live The Muse delights in hearing Pan’s Pipes The Muse delights in hearing Pan’s Pipes Such a simple thing to do Align your points be sure that you’re in tune From your circle under the Moon Align yourself the time will be here soon You better get yourself in order Don’t just grasp you better reach You better get yourself together Don’t hold back don’t be weak You better get yourself in order ‘cause here aint’ no one else
Patience
How many more nites must I wait How many more days will it take I will be patient I will be calm I will be waiting here I will be waiting here when every one is gone I follow the moon to keep track of time I can’t watch the clock or I’ll loose my mind Thousands of grains of sand sift thru the hour glass The thousands of grains of sand couting moments we left behind Follow your heart because you’re not alone I’ll be with you when you come home Kick off yur boots we’ll have a good laugh The dust will settle at last We’l selibrate the day and say what we have to say How many more nites must I wait How many more days will it take Thosands of grains of sand sift thru the hour glass I will be waiting here when every one is gone
Hollywood Disappeared
Whatever happened to Tsu Kung Tseng She was the girl who had everything She had the look and the thousand-yard stare She had the aim and the will to fire She'd take it off and she never blinked twice When her agent sent her under the knife You gotta move when your star is high Cause you know it's a crowded sky they set as quick as they rise There was nothing that she held dear She never looked in her rearview mirror She never let the focus get to clear The reaper was close behind And the rep that she chose to hide Lay in wait for her deep inside For a season she knew no fear But sirens in the night are the last you hear Of the Hollywood disappeared The lens was her drug of choice The microphone loved her voice We were under the spell of her noise Somebody said they saw her on a webcam page Another said she cleaned his pool last May They all look alike at a certain age She fucked the producer's wife He made a tape. I heard they watched it twice During breakfast for three, in the car That's how you get the part
Undress Me
Undress me Examine me Make a total mess of me Caress me Inhabit me Explore the darker side with me The fire has gone out And with it all the light It’s another cold coal black night The warmth has left your bones A blanket is no help You’ll just have to lay there And suffer by your self Be good to me Don’t hurt me They say the truth will set you free So talk to me I‘ll talk to you And we will find our common truth Undress me Examine me Make a total mess with me The curtain has been drawn There’ll be No more dawn All the love you had Now you know is gone I thought we had enough But the baggage was to much And I got left behind With all the stuff
Five Centuries
I have seen Quintin Tarentinos movies And I like Alfred Hitchkock too I like the scary bits that keep you on the edge It’s like a little slice of truth But what I really like’s the Part where boy meets girl You know that they will do what they must do You know she’s a liar He knows that he’s been fooled But because they are suckers They’ll do what they must do I keep thinking I feel some thing Every time I look for it I can’t find it I can’t find what I want I think I see it I think I feel it But I can’t find it it’s not really there Never was and now it’s clear But I keep thinking that I feel something I have read most of Shakespeare And some of Dante too I can relate to the trials and tribulations Sometimes I feel like Hamlet too I’ve seen the tombs in the wall at Santa Croche So I read the Purgatorio I red that book because I knew it held some truth And I cried when I got to page two Machiavelli and Michelangelo they flank Dante on that wall What a little difference five centuries make When your dealing with the human soul I hear a sound when I close my eyes I want to bring it to the light The sound I hear in the dark of the night Lets me share my hear and live my life This could be love so let’s not fight And if it’s love lets get it right I keep thinking I feel some thing I keep thinking it might be love
Another Summer
Don’t you break my heart The summer is coming on I knew you at first glance I knew that we would dance I swear I hear our song Can’t you hear it Now the music is playing on On-on & on now I knew it from the start Yes I knew it That you would touch my hear How you touch it Can’t you feel it The days are growing long I know you feel it Lets bring it to the light Before another summer’s gone Bring it to the light
Wet Wired
Burned the bridges on the last day of school Nobody’s paying for my time Company made an offer that I couldn’t refuse At 17 I was wet wired and on line Four miles under Prudhoe Bay Finding what the old rigs leave behind I split a thousand miles of shale in 7 years With carbide fingers and lasers for eyes Company changed hands 28 times You kinda get used to the notice Quietly the quota jumps by a barrel and a half As they change the logo on the harness You try to live large When they take you off the rack The headaches get worse until they put you back I heard stories about the guys who’d run How the pain stopped everyone Got aquatinted with the underground When I realized I had nothing to loose Holly men living near the roof of the world Could cheat the wire and open the noose So at 25 I made my run I walked for days in the mountains of Nepal Prayers were drifting thru the air like smoke Rising from the roofs of the temples I worked my keep in a pitch-black room I learned their ways and ate their food But it’s hard to cheat the satellite At those kind of altitudes Now I’m working off the penalty Two shifts on and monitored sleep I dream like a black & white TV Grey skies behind my eyes Even after I close them
Madame X
Eucid street is never long Above the ground, that is It always looks like it dead ends But I know it's secret It never ends at all but dives Below the surface Into a hive of long forgotten and arcane geometry. I walk it's lonely caves Until it surfaces again Another cruel city Empty eyes affecting pity And the unrelenting whisper Of wet rubber and rain But the thing that they don't realize Is that I am it's King The king of Euclid street King of all it's courts and alleys And wondrous caverns that I , alone, have seen But for one other pair of eyes Once, there was queen… You dropped your dagger in St. John's Just another of the clues That I added to the others I collect And you know that that's an item You can ill-afford to lose You're gonna kill me with these worries Madame X scrubbing bathrooms in a bar So that I could sleep indoors I heard you when you whispered in the hall I busted off a hinge Raging as I ran But the bastards wouldn't tell me where you'd gone I forgave them after all, though I shivered all night long No honest man could refuse to lie If that was your command We have met Oh! We have met And you are cruel in your disguise With your feigned incomprehension And the fishnet veins your thighs The blue of noble blood Is impossible to conceal No matter how you stain your lips Or grind your hips Or what you're desperate enough to steal I Surfaced in St. Louis in an unbecoming hat Disgraced in stale fashions Exhausted and unshaven I was turned away from every place I thought you might be at And who can blame them? I look, for all the world, like a beggar in the night My station can't be recognized Until we reunite At the faintest hint of your perfume I madly fling my net But the rain laughs on St. Louis streets Like the ocean taunts the fisherman Like the hounds disperse and lose the scent You still maintain your innocence Don't you? Madame X I shuffle down dim florescent halls Dragging love like a tattered flag I show the evidence to the locals Your dagger and shoe on a string and some of your teeth in a bag Now, all the cities on my street Have been turned completely upside down I'm walking in circle I know that you can hear me Why won't you turn around?
Visit
First the dark, then the edges of things to the dark adapted eye My mind assures me I am dreaming I know it for a lie You lift your eyes to me I am affraid to breath Pinned by stage fright On a stage so bare and new Then my fear parts like a curtain And I realize it’s you Without a voice with out a touch I feel your message in my hands No dream would dare to tell so much , Then fade like letters in the sand What can I tell our freinds It was meant for me alone Your gift leaves me stranded Never felt so far from home Death is a fence in an open field We keep our distance from its track But since that night I look across And wonder if your looking back First the dark, then the edges of things To the dark adapted eye
Garden
My wife's garden is full of wires Tangled in an unholy mess, I'd say, just below the dirt. And from there, they go every which way, to ostensible connections, furtheron: merging into trunks. I've confronted her with this. And she tells me that I'm crazy. And I tell her that she's lying - then she acts hurt. Well, I know the drill. I know she's not, but I know the drill… And so later, when we lay in the thin euphoria of resolution And the day is over and things have gotten dark and still. The moment she's asleep I start listening harder, And through the floor and down in the ground I can hear faint humming. My wife's garden is full of flowers Painting innocent nonsense characters on the air Y'know you read in places about men, whose wives lead double lives. And the minute that their backs are turned, These demure demoiselles are off to Vegas And there, in silk stockings and stiletto heels, They clench exorbitant cigars in their perfect teeth while they roll the bones But that's not what's going on here This is more subtle than the old angel/whore cliché. And thus: more real and scary I think. This is witchcraft refined with digital communication, herbal alchemy translated by a cunning interface I'm not talking about anything as club-footed as a wet wire Something precisely moist , I suspect. A whole apothecary, glyphs and symbols, Propagating in fiber optic bursts, distributed with perfect reliability To the other serene witches patiently monitoring, what, For lack of a better term, I must call this network. My wife's garden is full of scents Especially in the dark. Jasmine pheromones emitted by pale, nearly colorless, blossoms That unfold at sunset into shapes that remind of nothing if not Satellite dishes. And they turn as slowly as the hands of a clock And with equal precision Aligning themselves with the moon I stay out of my wife's garden. After all, it's her affair. Look at her now… asleep beside me. The undisturbed sleep of the just. And here's a wreck like me Feeling vaguely haunted, mind buzzing in sputters like a modem Frantically trying to negotiate a baud rate Who am I to judge such plans.
Palm Sunday
You hit town and they sent a car to get you You demanded windows that were black But it didn't really help to keep your secret 'cause everybody knows you're comin' back You arrive And the cameras flash You select that standard smile from your stash You assume that every eye is fixed on you But, behind you, a hand writes on the wall While you flutter and you tease The assembled crowd can see A puppetmaster works you on a string And you don't see a thing The minions you call friends are gathered 'round you A border hedge gets careful cultivation And if a word is raised that falls a little short of praise Jealousy is the only explanation You complain About the velvet rope But the secret is that it's your only hope I dreamed it was raining on us; shards of glass But you're the only one who's getting cut I dreamed I saw you breathless in an empty hall A shattered mirror still rocking on it's hook Forever blue, you paint the sky But all the things you're haunted by Are there for those who care to take a look They could write a book I dreamed it was raining on us shards of glass Behind us, a hand writes on the wall While we flatter and we preen The innocent have seen Vanity is a blindfold on us all Rain's gonna fall Rain's gonna fall Rain's gonna fall