"Everything in 2's"

cut me out of this role.
i can't play it anymore.
it must be something in the water here.

give me up,
i confess.
i feel as though i'm living less.
the strangest gravity affects my way.
because i was born incomplete,
drowning in the brevity.
kind of like a road you're travelling on.

[chorus:]
everything in 2's
you often lose
you make me whole again
everything in 2's
you never knew
you'd make me whole again.

someone said, someone wrote,
we're floating tethered to a rope.
so complicate me,
i could use the weight.
in how you move the scenery,
lover, how you mirror me.
but stop me if you've heard it all before.

[chorus:]

and now and again,
you find yourself over your head.
in a cynical time, in you i find
a reason to live.

[chorus:]

cut me out of this role
i can't play it anymore
it must be something in the water here.

"Happy day mama"

i wrote a three page note
so i could ask you why you live your life
(disregard the pretense that you made).
come alive, come alive, watch the city go by.
turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, turn me up

your face is creased by the pillow case sheets,
the bedroom is a mess.
can i get some room service please?
are you lucid? Drug induced?
through bloodshot eyes the city come alive,come alive,come alive.

ah, how wonderful you are!
ah, how wonderful you are!

outside, you feel like you were born with a kick-me sign
taped permanently to your back.
i can relate, video tape,
you got a laugh when you fell face first on the floor.

ah, how wonderful you are!
ah, how wonderful you are!

are you listening?
are you breathing?
give me something, i can believe in,
because you give me soul
illuminating everything!
aw, push it boy, push it like you never should.

understate.
you were great,
summering out on the cape.
i said last night how i feel about you,
but you wouldn't recall no,
you don't recall anything do you?

ah, how wonderful you are
ah, how wonderful you are

i wrote a three page note
i wrote a three page note
i wrote a three page note
happy day mama, happy day, happy day, happy day mama!

"Je ne m'en souviens pas"

we're all a scene in mona's dream. . .

a paris street.
a quiet stream.
far away from cabrini green.
forgotten love at seventeen,
where her children got a chance,
not a dead end street.

cause some got religion,
and some got drugs,
some got money and,
some got love,

all of her days in a dry-eyed haze,
just another scene in mona's dream.

"Like it like that"

that calling from that porch again
low dress blowing in the wind
(i should have known i'd regret it later)
but she blow like a tsunami

i like it like that
i like it like that
i like it like that

terra cotta, window pane
brown skin soaking up the rain
(i should have been a cynical writer)
but she don't care just where he be

i like it like that
i like it like that
i like it like that

she can move you!
she can move you!
what's your name?
destiny.

i like it like that
i like it like that
i like it like that

"Live again"

don't fear,
even though you're at a loss.
i'm numb,
a shell of empty thoughts.
but you glow,
you stretch and pull me out.
does that trouble you?
does that trouble you?

[chorus:]
love me
hate me
make me live again
i need you around

heal me
hurt me
make me live again
i want you around

so long,
i never had experienced
this bliss.
so how could i resist?
and i'm fine
a little light-headed.
does that worry you?
i didn't mean to worry you.

[chorus:]

now, retreating from the light
i love it when we fight
it makes me think
at least you still care

give up, you're not going anywhere
moonlight, illuminates your stare
and it's great, captivating you
does that trouble you?
i didn't mean to trouble you

[chorus & fade]

"New kind of low"

[a) low]

i push the limits of good taste
whenever i open my mouth
you got a worm in your ear
like checkov from kahn

shame! Shame!
i hit a new kind of low.

all the way from south dakota
like a green leprachaun
she got a sun dress in heat
he got his latex gloves on

shame! Shame!
i hit a new kind of low.

and if you ever come here
you're tweaking on the phone
"i got a new connection"
i never leave the light on

shame! Shame!
i hit a new kind of low. . .

[b) coma]

all the time,
a loss.
black like you were blessed,
i was sobered blind.
let you take me there
and laughed loud when they found
i was devoured. Devoured.
devoured.

"One more murder"

one more murder in this town,
don't mean a thing just lock your doors
and drive around.

one more murder in this town,
don't worry the rain will
wash the chalk marks from the ground.

saturday night, shots ring out,
add one to the body count.
you come alive to see another's end.

plead it to a lesser count,
d. A. Says without a doubt,
in 3-5 you're on the streets again.

one more murder in this town
don't mean a thing
you get accustomed to the sound

one more murder in this town
block off the street and
wrap the crime scene tape around.

hosanna! Hosanna!
i can't feel a thing at all!
hosanna! Hosanna!
i can't feel a thing!
i can't feel a thing at all!

saturday night you're going out
parking lot, a figure come about
feel a piece click against your head.
pleading to his sympathy,
"take the car, i got a family"
you hear a laugh,
"it don't mean shit to me. "

one more murder in this town

"Particle"

your pain makes you beautiful, you love to lose control,
and mediocrity's rewarded so set your standards low.
in an imploding star, or a burned out car, i implore you.
in a carbon-arc or a dim lit park, i implore you.

suck me in, i'm willing, i get off when you go on
let me be your fate. Pour it on, pour it on.
in a country fair or union square, i implore you
in a shrouded face or a spray of mace, i implore you.
i implore you.

cryptic? Elemental.
you transcend when you succumb.
one last shred of frailty left,
embedded in our bones.
in an imploding star, or a burned out car, i implore you
in a carbon-arc or a dim lit park, i implore you

so do it again, do it again, do it again. This is what it means
particle.

so do it again, do it again, do it again. This is what it means
particle

"Pull"

you come walking like someboby's lover
you come talking like somebody's friend
you wouldn't be here if i were a neighbor
we both want the same thing

pull
we both want the same thing

brother, sister
annoint me, absolve me
take me with you
below hell
you won't be here if i were unwilling
we both know what i bring

pull
we both want the same thing

around, surround
you subjugate
me feel your pull
effortlessly
fuck me up
i'm begging you please
we both want the same thing

pull
we both want the same thing

"Under You"

Along the edges colors blur, it seems familiar
While you read your magazine
I was counting all the markers

And California seemed to draw you like a siren
From a postcard
In a letter
Or a frame of film melting

Under you, I feel your breath move in and out slowly
Under you, let go completely feeling you take over me
Take over me

A Hollywood flat where we'd laugh about our fortunes
Where we held jobs in this bar down at 3rd and San Vicente
And Ramen Noodles at 4:30 in the morning,
Where we barely could survive, I was never more alive

Under you, I feel your blood flowing out slowly
Under you, let go completely feeling you take over me
Take over me

You moved in slow degrees
A sudden memory
You're a Leonard Cohen song

But every now and then I'd swear
I see you standing
On a sidewalk,
In a restaurant,
From a taxi passing by

Under you, I feel your breath move in, out slowly
Under you, let go completely, feeling you take over me

Take over me...