Because The Night

Take me now, baby, here as I am
Hold me close, try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed


Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, come under cover
They can't hurt you now


Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us


Have I doubt, baby, when I'm alone
Love is a ring on the telephone
Love is an angel, disguised as lust
Here in our bed 'til the morning comes


Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, come under cover
They can't hurt you now


Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us


With love we sleep, with doubt the vicious circle turns, and
burns
Without you, I cannot live, forgive the yearning burning
I believe in love too real to feel, take me now, take me now,
take me now


Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us

These Are The Days

These are the days you'll remember.
Never before and never since,
I promise,
will the whole world be warm as this.
And as you feel it, you'll know it's true
that you are blessed and lucky.
It's true that you are touched by something
that will grow and bloom in you.
These are the days you'll remember.
When May is rushing over you
with desire to be part of the miracles
you see in every hour.
You'll know it's true
that you are blessed and lucky.
 
It's true that you are touched by something
that will grow and bloom in you.
These are days.
These are the days you might
fill with laughter until you break.
These days you might
feel a shaft of light make its way
across your face.
And when you do
you'll know how it was meant to be.
See the signs and know their meaning.
It's true, you'll know how it was meant to be.
Hear the signs and know
they're speaking to you, to you.

Trouble Me

Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and you worries.
Trouble me on the days when you feel spent.
Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden when my back
is sturdy and strong?
Trouble me.

Speak to me, don't mislead me, the calm I feel means a storm is
swelling;
there's no telling where it starts or how it ends.
Speak to me, why are you building this thick brick wall to
defend me when your silence is my greatest fear?
Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden when my back
is sturdy and strong?
Speak to me.

Let me have a look inside these eyes while I'm learning.
Please don't hide them just because of tears.
Let me send you off to sleep with a "There, there, now stop
your turning and tossing."
Let me know where the hurt is and how to heal.

Spare me? Don't spare me anything troubling.
Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and you worries.
Speak to me and let our words build a shelter from the storm.
Lastly, let me know what I can mend.
There's more, honestly, than my sweet friend, you can see.
Trust is what I'm offering if you trouble me.

Hey Jack Kerouac

Hey Jack Kerouac, I think of your mother
and the tears she cried, she cried for none other
than her little boy lost in our little world that hated
and that dared to drag him down. Her little boy courageous
who chose his words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood.
Hip flask slinging madman, steaming cafe flirts,
they all spoke through you.

Hey Jack, now for the tricky part,
when you were the brightest star who were the shadows?
Of the San Francisco beat boys you were the favorite.
Now they sit and rattle their bones and think of their blood
stoned days.
You chose your words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood.
The hip flask slinging madman, steaming cafe flirts,
nights in Chinatown howling at night.

Allen baby, why so jaded?
Have the boys all grown up and their beauty faded?
Billy, what a saint they've made you,
just like Mary down in Mexico on All Souls' Day.

You chose your words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood.
Cool junk booting madmen, street minded girls
in Harlem howling at night.
What a tear stained shock of the world,
you've gone away without saying goodbye.

What's The Matter Here

That young boy without a name I'd know his face. In
this city the kid's my favorite. I've seen him. I see him every
day. Seen him run outside looking for a place to hide from his
father, the kid half naked and said to myself 'O, what's the
matter here?' I'm tired of the excuses everbody uses, he's their
kid I stay out of it, but who gave you the right to do this?
We live on Morgan Street; just ten feet between and his
mother, I never see her, but her screams and cussing, I hear
them
every day. Threats like: 'If you don't mind I will beat on your
behind,''Slap you, slap you silly.' made me say, 'O, what's the
matter here?' I'm tired of the excuses everybody uses, he's your
kid, do as you see fit, but get this through that I don't
approve
 
of what you did to you own flesh and blood.
'If you don't sit on this chair straight I'll take this
belt from around my waist and don't think that I won't use it!'
Answer me and take your time, what could be the awful
crime he could do at such young an age? If I'm the only witness
to your madness offer me some words to balance out what I see
and
what I hear. All these cold and rude things that you do I
suppose
you do because he belongs to you and instead of love, the feel
of
warmth you've given him these cuts and sores won't heal with
time or
age.
I want to say 'What's the Matter here?' But I don't dare say.

Don't Talk

Don't talk, I will listen. Don't talk, you keep your
distance for I'd rather hear some truth tonight than entertain
your lies, so take you poison silently. Let me be. Let me close
my eyes. Don't talk, I'll beleive it. Don't talk, listen to me
instead, I know that if you think of it, both long enough and
hard
the drink you drown your troubles in is the trouble you're in
now.
Talk talk talk about it, if you talk as if you care but
when your talk is over tilt that bottle in the air, tossing back
more than your share. Don't talk, I can guess it. Don't talk,
well now your restless and you need somewhere to put the blame
for
how you feel inside. You'll look for a close and easy mark and
 
you'll see me as fair game.
Talk talk talk about it, talk as if you care but when
your talk is over tilt that bottle in the air tossing back more
than your share. You talk talk talk about it, you talk as if you
care. I'm marking every word and can tell this time for sure,
your talk is the finest I have heard. So don't talk, let me go
on
dreaming. How your eyes they glow so feircely I can tell your
inspired by the name you chose for me. Now what was it? O, never
mind it. We will talk talk talk about this when your head is
clear. I'll discuss this in the morning, but until then you may
talk but I won't hear.

Jezebel



To think of my task is chilling.
To know I was carefully building the mask I was wearing for two
years, swearing I'd tear it off.
I've sat in the dark explaining to myself that I'm straining too
hard for feelings I ought to find easily.
Called myself Jezebel.
I don't believe.

Before I say that the vows we made weigh like a stone in my
heart.
Family is family, don't let this tear us apart.

You lie there, an innocent baby.
I feel like the thief who is raiding your home, entering and
breaking and taking in every room.
I know your feelings are tender and that inside you the embers
still glow.
But I'm a shadow, I'm only a bed of blackened coal.
Call myself Jezebel for wanting to leave.

I'm not saying I'm replacing love for some other word to
describe the sacred tie that bound me to you.
I'm just saying we've mistaken one for thousands of words.
And for that mistake, I've caused you such pain that I damn that
word.
I've no more ways to hide that I'm a desolate and empty, hollow
place inside.

I'm not saying I'm replacing love for some other word to
describe the sacred tie that bound me to you.
I'm not saying love's a plaything.
No, it's a powerful word, inspired by strong desire to bind
myself to you.
How I wish that we never had tried to be man and his wife, to
weave our lives into a blindfold over both our eyes.

I Hope That I Don't Fall In Love With You

Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you
'Cause falling in love just makes me blue,
Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see,
I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well if you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and
break it,
Before the evening's gone away, I think that we could make it,
And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.

Well the night does funny things inside a man
These old tom-cat feelings you don't understand,
Well I turn around and look at you, you light a cigarette,
I wish I had the guts to bum one, but we've never met,
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

I can see that you are lonesome just like me, and it being late,

You'd like some some company,
Well I turn around and look at you, and you look back at me,
The guy you're with has up and split, the chair next to you's
free,

And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.

Now it's closing time and the music's fading out
Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout.
Well I turn around to look for you, you're nowhere to be found,
I search the place for your lost face, guess I'll have another
round

And I think that I just fell in love with you.

Stockton Gala Days



That summer fields grew high with foxglove stalks and ivy.
Wild apple blossoms everywhere.
Emerald green like none I have seen apart from dreams that
escape me.
There was no girl as warm as you.

How I've learned to please, to doubt myself in need,
you'll never, you'll never know.

The summer fields grow high.
We made garland crowns in hiding, pulled stems of flowers from
my hair.
Blue in the stream like none I have seen apart from dreams that
escape me.
There was no girl as bold as you.

How I've learned to please, to doubt myself in need,
you'll never, you'll never know.
You'll never know.

Violet serene like none I have set apart from dreams that escape
me.
There was no girl as warm as you.

How I've learned to please, to doubt myself in need.
You'll never, you'll never know.
You'll never know.

That summer fields grow high.
We had wildflower fever.
We had to lay down where they grow.

How I've learned to hide, how I've locked inside, you'd be
surprised if shown.
But you'll never, you'll never know.

Everyday Is Like Sunday

Trudging slowly over wet sand
back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
this is a coastal town
that they forgot to close down
Armagedon - come armagedon come armagedon come
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Hide on a promanade
etch on a post card:
how I dearly wish I was not here
in the seaside town
that they forgot to bomb
come, come nuclear bomb!
Everyday is like Sunday
everyday is silent and grey
trudging back over pebbles and sand
and a strange dust lands on your hands
(and on your face)
everyday is like Sunday
"win yourself a cheap tray"
share some grease tea with me
everyday is silent and grey