Big Red Letter Day

Sodajerk
Watch an eyeball
Take a free fall
At the mention of a name
In its socket
And like a rocket
Rises just the same

Could my eyelids
(could my eye)
Cover what I did
The shuttin of the door
And could these ceilings
Contain my feelings
Me down on the floor

Jerked my fountain
Ice cream mountains
I suppose I'm just too late
Form a line here
Think I'll die here
These people nauseate me

But if my patience
Were a spaceship
High up in orbit
I would rise here
Hypnotized here
Risen from where I sit

A solid angle
My legs do dangle
Off the counter's edge
Soft words spoken
Promises broken
I Close my eyes instead

But could my eyelids
Cover what I did
The shuttin' of the door
Could these ceilings
Contain my feelings
Me down on the floor
Me down on the floor
Me down on the floor
Me down on the floor
© 1993 Scrawny Music, BMI

I'm Allowed
Waited for an answer
But I waited for twenty five years
They stopped my bleeding
But could never stop all these tears

I waited for the day when
You came out from beneath all that weight
I tried to lift it
But it seems I got there too
Late
Just to late
Just to late
Cause I'm allowed

Came to the party
But I got my own signals crossed
Thought I was welcome
But I felt like I should get lost

I know that I'm older
Cause I feel that everywhere
I could talk to no one
Cause I knew not one person
There
No one's there
They just stare
But they're allowed

As vivid as a car wreck
Watch them dripping off highway ramps
She came to me smiling
Her heart underneath both her hands

She spoke of a French boy
At least two times through the night
It could have been the liquor
Or the music but that is
All right
That's all right
She's allowed
I'm allowed
I'm allowed
I'm allowed
© 1993 Scrawny Music, BMI

Tree House
Seasons change and I have found you
Looks like you've been here a long time
Looks like you're here to stay
And I reason that that's O.K.
When though, when will you be leaving
Way up in the trees
Afloat on the seas
I can't afford your voice
But I have no choice

Your hurt drizzles forth twice nightly
And I once held on to you so tightly
You were made of wood
And cried 'cause no one understood
But I had splinters in my fingers
Tears well in my eyes
No surprise
Washed swiftly from the sands
Into my hands
Into my hands

Tree house, your mind is like a tree house
I climb up the shaky ladder
Your bird flies with you
With claws of orange hue
And I watch you flying over my head
You could not care less
So you got more
Like driftwood from the shore
You were rotten to the core
Rotten to the core

Yeah seasons change
Seasons change
Seasons change...
© 1993 Scrawny Music, BMI

Would Not be Denied
Would not be released
Could not be denied
I tried to say the words
But got tripped up inside
You can murder them with guns
Poison them with lye
You can take a person's life
But you can't squelch his pride

This city's not my own
This world is not my home
But I'll carry it on my back
As far as my feet will roam
I opened up my eyes
I offered up my coat
I opened up my mouth
But knots tied in my throat

And I will not be denied
Will not be denied

If not for innocence
My guilt would stop right here
Reliving all my life
In the span of just one year
My mouth's a hurricane
But something inside just died
I'd always just assumed
My evil would subside

Could I have been misled
Could you have misread
Please don't punish me
For things I have not said
The last's a lonely mile
I'll remember it for a while
You'll never speak to me
Unless it's to revile

But I will not be denied
Will not be denied
Will not be denied
Will not be denied
Denied
Denied
© 1993 Scrawny Music, BMI

Latest Monkey
The newest clown
Cries an old type of tears
Watch them fall
There they lie
Crispy, ancient and they leak
Formaldahyde

Going
Going I'm gone
Go away
Going

His tears they sit
Crusty, rusted in a box
Inside a drawer
Grandpa's news
Fragile words are yellowed through
Forever more

Going
Going I'm gone
Go away
Going

Sadder than sad
She's feeling bad
Monkey's the one who laughs last

Hold me down
Cut me loose when
Nighttime falls
And lifts away
I'm a ball
Bouncing off of a brick wall
Into the day

I'm Going
Going I'm gone
Go away
Going I'm gone

Gone
I am gone I am gone
Go away
Going
© 1993 Scrawny Music, BMI

My Responsibility
I don't think you care - no, no, no
And I don't like the way you stare
I don't like that joke - no, no, no
And I don't wanna smell like smoke
I don't like that face - no, no, no
And I don't wanna walk your pace
But I don't like that cold
Far away look I'm told
But I don't think you'll find
Where you have lost your mind
But I don't think you know - oh
How much I loved to scold you
I can't make this change - no, no, no
It's you that I have to blame
Suppose I can't find your bones
Under this broken home
But I don't think you'll find
Where you have lost your mind
And I don't think you know - oh
How much I loved to hold you
But do you remember me
You're my responsibility
Much more than a host - oh
Much more than a friendly ghost
Do remember me
You're my responsibility
Much more than a host - oh
More than a friendly ghost
Do you remember me
You're my responsibility
Much more than a host - oh
More than a friendly ghost
© 1993 Scrawny Music, BMI

Dry Land
She comes to me
In her prewashed bright blue jeans
Bag sewn tightly
Pursed lips are kissing me
Back up to college
Just a few miles down the road
And we remember
Something we've never been told

Come up on dry land
I've had too much to drink
I'm tired and need some sleep

Come September
Cold mornings open up
Make incisions
And cut egos will erupt
What did you find
Hidden in your mind's deep recess
When the going gets tough
You and I must take a rest

Come up on dry land
Your coming into your own
But hey that's not my fault

Come up on to this dry land
Won't you let me lend a hand
Come up on to this dry land

And when I surfaced
Mountains opened up like fish
Breathe through gills now
And I'm making one small wish
With heaven beside me
There is no one can do me harm
But the devil inside me
At least then I can stay warm

Come up on dry land
She understood her fate
You can't take stands too late

Come up on to this dry land
Won't you let me lend a hand
Come up on to this dry land
© 1993 Scrawny Music, BMI

Torch Singer
These things crawl across my floor
I can't use them anymore
There's a heaven in her band
Alleluias in my hand
All my patience love's inside
She just climbed the stage and died
Lights that rose and fell again
Songs that thinned out near the end
Oh, her voice trailed off in the end

Though your miles are more than mine
The things I've taken in a bind
It's for certain it's for sure
I've no use for them no more
Making room within one's self
For another's songs to help
And it all comes back to me
As I walk hungover down the street
Oh, and it all comes back to me

And it all comes back to me
And it all comes back to me

And it all comes back to me
As I walk hungover down the street
She's a mother in disguise
I look different in her skies

But it's morning so I say
Here's a big red letter day
Her skin's like whitewash like skim milk
Her words sing softly just like silk
There are some things I've got to say
She won't understand anyway
There are miles between our hearts
There's salvation in false starts
I'm forsaken in the end

I'm forsaken in the end
I'm forsaken in the end
I'm forsaken in the end...
© 1993 Scrawny Music, BMI

Late At Night
I close my door at night
But they get in all right
And she turns on the light

I held her hands so tight
'Cause words don't come out right
And she sees things at night

Me, I'm closer to the door
I don't get scared no more
But I don't know the score

If I could hold them in my hand
I'd make them understand
I'm not a haunted mind
I'm not a thoughtless kind

If I could put them in a jar
I know they wouldn't scar
I'd do it if I could
I hope you know I would

I close my door at night
But she gets in all right
So I turn on the light

I held her hand too tight
Too hard to make it right
So I could sleep at night

If I could hold them in my hand
I'd make them understand
I'm not a haunted mind
I'm not a thoughtless kind

If I could put them in a jar
I know they wouldn't scar
I'd do it if I could
I hope you know I would

I'd do it if I could
I hope you know I would
I'd do it if I could
I hope you know I would
I'd do it if I could
I hope you know I would
I'd do it if I could
I hope you know I would
© 1993 Scrawny Music, BMI

Suppose
I suppose you've lost your patience
I'm just too gone to call
Squint my eyes forget the reason
But now it don't look so bad at all

Suppose you left home in the morning
And travelled on a train all day
Passing nighttime by a greenhouse
You'd still be a long way

Suppose
Suppose you're too far gone
Suppose
Suppose

Looking out from in the basement
I watched her walking by outside
She's the bastard child of reason
I lost my breath along the ride

Suppose
Suppose you're basement bound
Suppose
Suppose

I love the world and all it's problems
The pipes run from north to south
Lots of small and dusty reasons
Rehearse my part and venture out

Suppose
Suppose you can't care less
Suppose
Suppose
Suppose
Suppose
Suppose
© 1993 Scrawny Music, BMI

Anything That Way
The moon was full your whisky sour
Oh girl there's no need to be so dour
Cause when you walk with me in the beginning of the day
You see, I don't need anything that way

I'm wishing things could be the same
When things got broken you came
My moods were always changing they were blue then brown then grey
You see, I don't need anything that way
You see, I don't need anything that way

I'm fighting tooth and nail
Against these demons in my head
And no matter where I'm sleeping
My history's right there in bed

When things blew open you flew in
And I was caught red-handed once again
Was I really robbing you of the best days of your life?
I'm sorry I never meant anything that way

The mailman came this way today
He said "No sir, I've got nothing for you today"
Went outside in the morning time but I got lost along the way
You see, I don't need anything that way
No no I don't need anything that way
Oh no I don't need anything that way

I don't need anything that way, that way
I don't need anything that way
© 1993 Scrawny Music, BMI

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