Lyrics

Words by Chris. Music by Tim.

Copyright 2009-2010.

1. Trip to Pine

Walking down the lane’s rain gutters

my footfalls mark the beat

Christmas morning, yesteryear

I dreamt of Vietnam, Cambodia

downtown mainstreet

As I try to clear

my mind of rhyme

I find myself at the heart of all matter

age is made by accepting change

or by staying plain, an unwilling batter

And I think of home again

and wonder, then, how long it’s been

since I’ve been able to clear my head

to sleep at night

in my own bed

Resistant old man

accept the new plan

take my hand like Peter Pan

lead me to some

brand new land

Because I think of home again

and wonder, then, how long it’s been?

Since I’ve been able to clear my head

to sleep at night

in my own bed

A blood-stained mind of feeble design

we trip to the pine

for a cold, dark line

where I feel the whine

of an elephant’s spine

And I think of home again

and wonder, then, how long it’s been?

since I’ve been able to clear my head,

to sleep at night

in my own bed?

2. Quiet Love

I don’t know you

I’ve become a slob

My mind does not seem to work right

I need a part-time job

If only I could disappear

Into tomarrow’s far reaches

I know, then, I could make it clear

Who needs the teacher and who teaches

So many times I’ve been decieved

By all this **** that’s surrounding me

All this time I wouldn’t believe

You’re why my heart is pounding me

I’m growing cold, as the fire’s hot

My mind is tied up in this knot

My hands are broken with toil

My love cannot grow within this soil

So put me in my corner (and)

Batter me with your will

Step over the line, hammer me under

What’s true within me will prevail.

3. Pelacone

We rubbed two sticks together

The cat sits on the sofa, getting wetter

The grate that holds the fire couldn’t be better

Have you seen the lights of Pelacone?

(To lift my Irish love for loss)

The dreamy nights in Pelacone?

(I’ll give you my bladder)

I’ve set my sights on Pelacone…

(To see my child’s beautiful eyes, I’ll lend you my ladder)

We placed our fire between two stones

(said “goodbye” to our cojones)

Left our place for Al Jarrone’s

…Spent the night in Pelacone…

Have you seen the lights of Pelacone?

(To lift my Irish love for loss)

The dreamy nights in Pelacone?

(I’ll give you my bladder)

I’ve set my sights on Pelacone…

(To see my child’s beautiful eyes, I’ll lend you my ladder)

We left, the fire couldn’t be hotter

I stole those logs left in your loft

Cottonwood by the cord, don’t even bother

Texan oak is free of cost

To hold my heart you’ll need my soul

To help offset the roll

We need to talk about our love

And how they stole our faithful glove

…How they lied upon the stand

Patty, Bailey and Christine ran…

4. Sun Glass

Can you take off your shades for me?

And I’ll disappear into your eyes

Please remove that sunglass

From those that you disguise

Let me gaze into your space

Your thoughts, I can’t replace

And love will raise me up

High above, my soaring spirit’s lost

Graze me in your green, green fields

Kiss me with your wild blue water

Hold out your arms to me

Electrifying embrace, set me free

Let me hear your laughter,

toulepe truffels

Compose for me your darking troubles

Clearly display the courage I seek

So this lucky lion can’t squeak

Hold me in your eyes

So I can hear you say

I’m leaving in your eyes right now

Maybe I’ll return some day

True love is the gold

A glass of our love will hold

our hearts, if we allow

It strength to hold our sacred vow

5. My Telescope

If I could write

I would about love

You wouldn’t understand

About this kind of love

If I could write

I’d write about faith

How I left

And you surfaced

So tears roll down the sky

I stand here and try

To sing to you, oh my!

As I wonder why?

If I could be a bird

I’d fly above the trees

Fall down on my knees

I’d give you my word

Now that I’m a soul

You will have me whole

Just talk to me at night

Everything is fine, while…

Tears roll down the sky

I’d stand here and try

To sing to you, oh my

As I wonder why

But you are dear

And I am jack

I’ll eat my heart

You steal my snack

If tears were love and you were hope

I’d dry myself with time and cope

Live my life in constanope

I’ll watch you from my telescope…

As tears roll down the sky

I stand over here and try

To sing to you, oh my

As I wonder why?…

6. Seeing Ghosts

Somehow, we tripped to the pine and it must’ve been a good thing. I’d imagine two boys and a baseball field where one kid’s on the pitcher’s mound and one is in the batter’s box. He throws, He hits it- right over the fence and they rejoice. Fun. No?

Maybe not. No, this would get hairy. In the sense that they were seeing ghosts. Prophets and the like would rattle their doors at 2 a.m. asking stupid questions like, “Have you seen the sun, lately?”

And I’d answer, “No, No, I haven’t”

And hell would poke its pointed finger at me and whisper, “so haven’t we.”

Then, I’d go to super wall mart and have a hamburger at McD’s and feel SO normal and healthy. Under the bright lights, steel trusswork, concrete.

Within the confines of security. We leave together or none, too much, at all, of course. Giant steps.

T-Rex was misunderstood. We need to shake things up a little, but with our hearts and minds and souls. Recycle everything we can. And slowly rebuild. Our earth may be dying. CMB’09

7. This is not a Song

This is not a song

This is not a song

Please don’t get me wrong,

but this is not a song

The needle’s in the red

I guess it’s true what they said

I’ve got a bomb in my head

And the monkey must be fed

This is not a song

This is not a song

Please don’t get me wrong,

but this is not a song

Steering wheel– hands at 8 and 4

handcuffed, pedal to the floor

It’s the life that I adore

I guess it’s true what they said

This is not a song

This is not a song

Please don’t get me wrong,

but this is not a song

Step right up and place your bets

This is not a song, so cool your jets

I’m not ready to quit just yet

That’s the only thing that I would regret

This is not a song

This is not a song

I was only kidding, all along

but this is not a song

8. The House Down

I’ll be waiting in the wings for you

You can find me where you always do

I’ll be flying where our hearts are true

Where I’m never feeling bad or blue

I’ll be waiting in the dying gloom

In that tiny little downstairs room

I’ll wait, you’ll never come too soon

Drinking light from the distant moon

Nothing matters as much as love

Sifting softly from above

I’d like to have my bull eaten by your dove

A real newly-fashioned kind of love

See, never let it slip your mind

That, though you’ll decide, my heart

I’ll be sippin’ on my favorite wine,

“Homemade hooch” plays the strangest part

Nothing matters as much as love

Sifting softly from above

I’d like to have my bull eaten by your dove

A real newly-fashioned kind of love

it’s not like I’m gonna cry…

9. Letters from J

“Alone together” is the title of a new poem

that has no words yet

“Alone together” is the title of a new poem

that has no words, I regret

I realized today that you usually

precede a request

for new lyrics with a strong compliment

of current writings

But I love the compliments, nonetheless

So happy that our art can feed with each other

Thank you for publishing my work

Isn’t “work” a funny word?

I’d bet saying it 200 times

would help to undermine

its nobility some

Does your Jeep have a winch?

It needs one…

Love always,

Baby J

10. The Zero

I walked with you to your tube

I relaxed upon your sofa

I noticed the flame upon the sky

Now I maybe afraid to fly

I think that terror just may tend

To reveal its scary head at night

But when I see Ground Zero’s steel bend

as broken concrete and glass reflect light

The broken hearts, they sing, alright

When I saw the day ignite

again & again, the images bright,

When I saw day turned into night

I cancelled my future commercial flight

Please take my a** to ground zero

Ground Zero, where the ghost comes and calls,

Please leave my weary bones at the zero

Where my friends and I may hold our balls…

11. Starless Sky (Under One)

Under one starless sky…

I contemplated heaven,

Counted to eleven,

And I didn’t ask “why”

I didn’t ask “what”

Though I thought of your butt

And went into this dream

I was gone, it would seem

into the bubble-maker

At once I was confused

Like, caught up in this ruse

As if I’d seen the news

I’s goin’ to meet my maker,

the heartbreaker

So I stashed my lonely toil

rubbed my fruit (with heel) into soil

And I felt this profound peace

As I shouldered this hairy beast

While you just pray

I flay

and flay and flay and flay

All day…

“Starless Sky(Under One)”

And it goes…

Under one starless sky…

I contemplated heaven,

Counted to eleven,

And I didn’t ask “why”

I didn’t ask “what”

Though I thought of your butt

And went into this dream

I was gone, it would seem

into the bubble-maker

At once I was confused

Like, caught up in this ruse

As if I’d seen the news

I’s goin’ to meet my maker,

the heartbreaker

So I stashed my lonely toil

rubbed my fruit (with heel) into soil

And I felt this profound peace

As I shouldered this hairy beast

While you just pray

I flay

and flay and flay and flay //

All day…

“Starless Sky(Under One)”

And it goes…

Under one starless sky…

I contemplated heaven,

Counted to eleven,

And I didn’t ask “why”

I didn’t ask “what”

Though I thought of your butt

And went into this dream

I was gone, it would seem

into the bubble-maker

At once I was confused

Like, caught up in this ruse

As if I’d seen the news

I’s goin’ to meet my maker,

the heartbreaker

So I stashed my lonely toil

rubbed my fruit (with heel) into soil

And I felt this profound peace

As I shouldered this hairy beast

While you just pray

I flay

and flay and flay and flay //

All day…


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