Girl On A Train

Waking on a train dreaming, charmed alone they started speaking.
Captured in his artist way before the memories fade away.
To remember a face, and you're home or want to.
Certain they would meet soon, paint a portrait of a family.
Sigle light on, single way, single light away.
The night fell.
Saw a painting on the stairwell to mourn the passing of a daughter dear.
Her soul upon the train so far so near.
Just close your eyes and you're home

Glow

In the coolness of the morning sparing moments here in magical tide
I would meet you without question to share a starry gaze
a look through the sky from the start there was this kind of glow the start
when it's right you'll know,
fascinating love's a secret an ancient riddle with no reason
or rhyme unpredictable the muses
they play never knowing whether teasing or shy

Gold Rush Brides

Spoken intro from: Women's Diaries of the Westward Journey (by Lillian Schlissel) ]

"While the young folks were having their good times
some of the mothers were giving birth to their babies.
Three babies were born in our company that summer.
My cousin, Emily, gave birth to a son in Utah,
forty miles north of the Great Salt Lake one morning.
But the next morning she traveled on
'til noon when a stop was made and another child was born,
this time Susan Mollmeyer.
And gave the baby the name Alice Nevada."

Follow the typical signs, the hand-painted lines, down prairie roads.
Pass the lone church spire.
Pass the talking wire from where to who knows?
There's no way to divide the beauty of the sky from the wild western plains.
Where a man could drift, in legendary myth, by roaming over spaces.
The land was free and the price was right.

Dakota on the wall is a white-robed woman, broad yet maidenly.
Such power in her hand as she hails the wagon man's family.
I see Indians that crawl through this mural that recalls our history.

Who were the homestead wives?
Who were the gold rush brides?
Does anybody know?
Do their works survive their yellow fever lives in the pages they wrote?
The land was free, yet it cost their lives.

In miner's lust for gold, a family's house was bought and sold, piece by piece.
A widow staked her claim on a dollar and his name, so painfully.
In letters mailed back home her Eastern sisters
they would moan as they would read accounts of
madness, childbirth, loneliness and grief

Green Children

An Augist day in the hills of Spain,
a pair of children emerged from a cave.
The strangest sight there alone they stood,
with skin of green and words no one had heard.
The girl was stronger, the boy was weak,
with her new mother she learned to speak.
And wove a tale of a dying sun,
they had left darkness, a dark world come undone.
They travelled so far.
Believing they came from a star.
She fell through life, through time, through parallel lives.
The men of science, the men of fame,
the men of letters tried to explain:
Was it parallel worlds or a twist of time
to make her think she'd fallen from the sky?
A whirlwind spun them all alone,
took them from their twilight home.
Believing they came from a star

Grey Victory


GREY VICTORY (Lombardo/Buck/Merchant) There was light and atomic
fission Swelling wind Rising ash Tide of Black Rain Cement seared
shadow traces Reminiscent of their last commands Instantly one
thousand flames arising Ill scent the burning hides surrounding A
settlement debased entirely Enola Gay had made a casual delivery
Please build a future, darling With our bomb Cherish and love it For
the sake of Earth bound kingdom come The undersides of fallen metal
trusses Evil debris of human bodies Each window's glass shards pelted
Secure confines Brittle collapse Neighbors lay beside Each other
unknowing Faces scorched of all familiar bearing, Too few hands Many
wounds for closing Marred by Thirsting Anguish Fear lamenting Here we
stand At the door to gold atomic age Don't spoil your face with worry
Trust in Earth bound kingdom come

Groove Dub

Imitate that soured old song There is
no individuality Only guises Shades of Nonconformity There is no
individuality Selling vantage points Low rate There is no
individuality Questions ancient No words claimed Perform motions
borrowed Thoughts following Ima tima ima tima intima Dation Respected
Head-he-go-round-men Gesture display Customer Limits appeal Media
dictates the latest Role Totalitarian Motions borrowed Selling vintage
points Low rate For you Media begged Suffered Numbers Pain

Gun Shy

I always knew that you would take yourself far from home
as soon as, as far as you could go.
By the 1/4 inch cut of your hair and the Army issue green,
for the past eight weeks I can tell where you've been.
For I knew, I could see, it was all cut and dried to me
there was soldier's blue blood streaming inside your veins.
There is a world outside of this room and when you meet it promise me
you won't meet it with your gun.

So now you are one of the brave few,
it's awful sad we need boys like you.
I hope the day never comes for
"Here's your live round son.
Stock and barrel, safety, trigger, here's your gun."
Well I knew, I could see, it was all cut and dried to me
there was soldiers blue blood streaming inside your veins.
There is a world outside of this room and when you meet it promise me
you won't meet it with your gun taking aim.
For I don't mean to argue, they've made a decent boy of you
and I don't mean to spoil your home coming,
but baby brother you should expect me to.

"Stock and barrel, safety, trigger, here's your gun."

So now does your heart pitter pat with a patriotic song
when you see the stripes of Old Glory waving?
Well I knew, I could see, it was all cut and dried to me
there was soldier's blue blood streaming inside your veins.
There is a world outside of this room and when you meet it promise me
you won't meet it with your gun taking aim.
I don't mean to argue, they've made a decent boy of you
and I don't mean to spoil your homecoming my baby brother Jude
and I don't mean to hurt you by saying this again,
they're so good at making soldiers
but they're not so good at making men

Hateful Hate

In the dark night a giant slumbered untouched for centuries 'til
awakened
by a white man's cry: "This is the Eden I was to find." There were
lands to
be charted and to be claimed for a crown, when a hero was made by the
length
he could stay in this dangerous land of hateful hate.
Curiosity filled the heads of these, there was an upper room they had
to
see. Curiosity killed the best of these for a hero's hometown
welcoming.
Still they moved on and on.
Who came building missions? Unswerving men of the cloth who gave their
lives
in numbers untold so that black sheep entered the fold. Captured like
human
livestock, destined for slavery. Naked, walked to the shore where
great ships
moored for the hellbound journies. Bought and sold with a hateful
hate.
Curiosity filled the breasts of these with some strange ecstasy.
Curiosity
killed the best of these by robbing their lives of dignity. Still they
moved
on and on.
Calling men of adventure for a jungle bush safari. Come conquer the,
his
claws and teeth. See death in his eyes to know you're alive.
European homesteads grew up in the colonies with civilized plans for
wild
hinterlands, their guns and God willing. Such a hateful hate.
Curiosity spilled the blood of these for their spotted skins and
ivory.
Curiosity filled the heads of these madmen with the lies of destiny.
Curiosity
spilled the blood of these, then blotted their lives from history.
Curiosity
filled the heads of these, one man claimed all that he could see.
Curiosity
still entices these madmen with a lusting and a greed. Their legacy,
legacy,
legacy..

Headstrong

To your common sense firm arguments I won't listen to your voice of
reason
trying to change my mind. I mind my feelings and not your words.
Didn't you
notice I'm so headstrong even when I know I'm wrong? Take this to your
heart
and into your head now: before you waste your time, call a truce and
call a
draw.
What's the use in mapping your views out in orderly form when it does
nothing but confuse and anger me more? I mind my feelings and not your
words.
Didn't you notice I'm so headstrong. You're talking to a deaf stone
wall.
Take this to your heart and into your head now: the old wives' tale is
true,
I'll repeat it. All is fair in love and war, that's how the famous
saying goes.
Open up your eyes, see me for what I am: cast in iron, I won't break
and I
won't bend. Take this to your heart and into your head now: the old
wives'
tale is true, I'll repeat it. All is fair in love and war, that's how
the
famous saying goes.
If I told you we were out to sea in a bottomless boat, you'd try
anything to
save us, you'd try anything to keep us afloat. And if we were living
in a
house afire, I don't believe that you could rush out and escape it and
not
rescue me. Take this to your heart and into your head now: the old
wives' tale
is true, I'll repeat it. All is fair in love and war, that's how the
famous
saying goes. Listen, I think they were talking to you.

Hello In There

We had an apartment in the city
Me and Loretta liked living there
It'd been years since the kids had grown
A life of their own
Left us alone
John and Linda live in Omaha
Joe is somewhere on the road
We lost Davey in the Korean War
And I still don't know what for
dont matter anymore

Chorus:
You know that old trees grow stronger
and old rivers grow wilder everyday
old people, just grow lonesome
waiting for someone to say Hello in There
hello

Me and Loretta we don't talk much more
She sits and stares through the back door screen
And all the news just repeats itself
like some forgotten dream
that we've both seen
Someday I'll go and call up Rudy
We worked together at the factory
But what could I say if he asks "what's new?"
"nothin what's with you?"
nothin much to do

Chorus

So if you walking down the street some time
And spot some hollow ancient eyes
Please don't just pass em by and stare
as if you didnt care
Say hello in there
hello