| TRAGIC
PLAY
So there you are, Protaganist in the Masters Play
Just like Macbeth, Lear, and Othello, you have met a tragedy
Star crossed and mired in disorder
The Monkey Mind and the chaos wins
And sheís the strongest thing in your life
And sheís walkiní, ringiní her hands again
And even though I fight ëem all night and day
And even though Iím losing, Iíll still live to fight another day
Demons, and Tragic Plays
But the Bard is laughing, busy prepping protegÈs
But even I can find a way
Through protegÈs
So there you are, walking through the mist in the masters play
Just like your breath dear Romeo, you have met a tragedy
Star crossed and mired in disorder
But the stars align and your home again
And these cathartic strands of your life
All drafted, reckless with a pen
And even though I fight ëem all night and day
And even though Iím losing, Iíll still live to fight another day
Demons, and Tragic Plays
But the Bard is laughing, busy prepping protegÈs
And even I can find my way
Through protegÈs
When madness lies just steps away
Forgiveness and love decay, the work of
Demons and Tragic Plays
Look at me Iíve found the way!
DRINK ME UP
Drink me up
Like a thousand sweet wishes
Drink me up
With the taste and the thirst for wine loaves and fishes
Drink me up
Drink me up
Like an overplayed lovers song
Drink me up
With the temper of a spoiled child that canít do wrong
Drink me up
Drink me up in my shining armour
Growiní rusty with every day
Get me back to Jack as a frog in the fog
Not a dull boy, all work no play
Drink me up
Drink me up
Like the final fix of a heroine
Drink me up
With the knowledge you might
Never kiss your prince again
Drink me up
Drink me up in my shining armour
Growiní rusty with every day
Get me back to Jack as a frog in the fog
Not a dull boy, all work no playÖ
Drink me up like a dose of a potion of urgency
Squeeze the last few drops from the rag of remedy.... Drink me up
THE LUCKY ONE
Another lonely day was more than I could spend
As the heartaches come and go
Another rosy hopeful meets a precipitous end
And the riches of my love they never know
You are the lucky one you won the prize
And every feature of your face Iíll take the time to memorize
You are the lucky one you won the prize
With a kiss for luck, your Midas touch, reveals you are the lucky one
A lonely streak of bad luck, a granted wish wonít end
Like Dionysus told the king
But when a rosy hopeful meets a fortuitous friend
Then the money changes every little thing
I have something of importance if you have an ear to lend
After taxes youíll have more than you can spend
In your hand the winning ticketís simple numbers show youíve won
You need a simple man to help you spend it, and I would be the one.
You are the lucky one (repeat)
CHERYL CHARLEMAGNE
Cheryl Charlemagne
She was a back seat driver
Never called her name
Thatís what I always called her.
Hey hey, where you goiní to ìBack Seatî?
That's a nice rear view of a back seat driver.
Cheryl Charlemagne
Testing antiques on Royal
Weíre window shopping
No, no Iím too loyal
Donít you walk away from me ìBack Seatî!
But thatís a fine rear view of a back seat driver.
St. Charles riding a streetcar.
The French Quarterís ringing with the name of Cheryl
Ringing with the name of Charlemagne
We're Kissin' Cousins
Down Poydras and home to ìMothersî
And then I slip again
My introduction falters
Hey hey what was your name again ìBack Seatî?
And oh, to my surprise she said
Take a long last look at a ëBack Seatí
Take one good last look at my ëBack Seatí.
'Cuz you don't forget the name of this Back Seat Driver.
It's Cheryl Charlemagne
Cheryl Charlemagne
It's Cheryl Charlemagne
Cheryl Charlemagne
UNDER OUR NOSE
Sheís been wrestliní with the covers
I wake up in a sweat
Thereís been a knockiní at the Hotel door
She said,ìWhy ainít you answered it yet?î
Housekeepiní wants to know
If we need extra towels
No, but if thereís one thing we do need
Itís just a few more hours
Thatís the way it always seems babe,
Thatís the way it always goes
When you want something better baby
Iíts right here under our nose
Gas up at the truck stop
Browsing through the chrome
Reflecting only asphalt and hotel doors
Since we lost our home
Checkout wants to know
If I want a large or small
I feel a lucky man privaledged
To get a small at all
Breathing every day
Breathing everyday
Though weíve lost everything babe
And I fight with bouts of shame
Youíd love the man standing in this hotel door
If he where penniless and lame
Thatís one thing I know for sure babe
And I know it sounds cliche
Weíve got our health and each other babe
And weíre breathiní every day
Breathing every day
Breathing everyday
EUREKA, CA
She called on a 5 cent Sunday
She said the catch in your voice was the giveaway
Come forgive yourself, and soften your heart where the tallest trees stand.
A southern magnolia and manipulation,
Youíre broken hearted from the combination
The Northern California Coast has your name written in the grey sand
Eureka, California what a great idea
Just a whisper through the Redwoods to an old friends ear
Eureka, California anyplace but here
To be so far from Alabama I wonít remember
Eureka
I learned to hold when I was less than a year old
30 yrs .... and I'm still learning to let go
And the plane touched down with my heart where the tallest trees stand
Two weeks ago on a five cent Sunday
I would have argued at the thought, thereís no way
But now ocean is erasing her name written in the grey sand
Eureka, California was a great idea
Take these painful memories and free them here
Eureka California anyplace but there
And the smell of a sweet magnolia hangs in the air
In Eureka
BOY AND GIRL
Love, you were bringing up love
Reaching to touch my hand
And the seed of what will or won't become of us
Begins with a clump of sand
Measure all my reassurance
Grinding my teeth across a string of pearls
Let's keep it simple and fall into the roles of
Boy And girl
Now, here and suddenly now
A deeply symbolic pair
And the veil of love is stripped of all it's mystery
And painfully made aware
Measure all my reassurance
Grinding my teeth across a string of pearls
Let's keep it simple and fall into the roles of
Boy And Girl
Boy and girl are happy it's not like them to be sad
Boy and girl are happy it's not like them to be
Like them to fall
To fall from the roles of Boy and girl
Love, coiled up serpentine love
And I'm watching as your hand
Pulls from the tree of life the fruit of what's become of us
And it's more than we can stand
I measure all my endless endurance
Grinding my teeth across a string of fakes
Lets keep it simple and fallÖ.
Boy and Girl
SHELLY
It was late in the fall and the yellow weather, brought her to my mind
Itís been a year or so about a month ago, I met her for the first time
She was taken up with a young republican I pulled her to my side and whispered
"You can put all your stuff in a new car, but you canít take that with you when you dieî
And he would call just to beg her change her mind
But Shellyís not the kind
We made love on the roof of my apartment building I guess youíd call it love
And the moon was full on the night of her 21st birthday
But in the next three monthís her kiss began to get colder, I knew it wasnít mine
And I had a feeling thatíd be the last that I see of her, standing in the rear view waving goodbye
And my heart would drop at the thought of another guy
But Shellyís not the kind
She was supposed to call Tuesday but the Friday paper, kept it off my mind
I better prepare myself for a string of excuses
So I started to thumb through a book that her mothers sister had lent me for a time
And the irony flows through my veins as I turn the page
It was a day in the life of the neighborhood vampire
Vampires love you, then they suck you dry
But Shellyís not the kind, no
Shellyís not that kind
Shelly's an open page that reads,
She left him for you, she'll leave you for someone else
Shelly your love is shallowing deeper, deeper, deeper
Well, the weeks slipped out of the dead of winter into the dead of spring
And the roots of love they dry and crack in the sunshine
Then she took a job at the start of the summer working in a National Park
Selling jewelry and gifts to the tourists, selling off the pieces of my heart
And I thought I might call just to see if sheíd change her mind
Ah, but Shellyís not the kind
Shellyís not the kind
I THINK I CAN MAKE IT
Baby here I stand
Trying to love again
But our memories and many plans
Are standing between us
How can I carry on
With my defenses drawn?
And she thinks the ghost is gone, when itís
Standing between us all along the way
I think I can make it, one more time
I think I can make it, with you there to stand behind
I think I can make it, til my finest hour shines
I know youíll be there
Granting your last appeal
Before I had time to heal
Now I donít know what to feel, and itís
standing between us all along the way
I know youíll be there to embrace my soul
although my bridge is full of many disgraces
Now death hangs by her in all of the old familiar places
Just like I couldnít get by with the thoughts I had of you
With only the thoughts I had of you
But I think I can make it, through this time
I think I can make it, with you there to stand behind
I think I can make it, as my darkest hour chimes
I know youíll be there
EVERY NOW AND THEN
Every now and then I guess I think of you
It's what you asked, so I pretend
The question it brings up a number of things at my memory's end.
If I think of you, it's every now,
And then
Every now and then
Every now and then maybe you cross my mind
But I'm not getting richer on the trend
If I had a dime for the number of times that my heart descends
Yes I'd think of you, every nowÖ
And then
Every Now and Then
I've got you believin' just what I want
But don't be fooled 'cause it's every moment over
And over again
My little white sin
It's all how you spin
Every now and then
Every now and then is when I think of you
Take as the truth but it will bend
If "Then" is e-ver-y memory I get the past to pretend
And "Now" is all this precious present time from beginning to end
Yes, Every Now and Then
Every Now and Then
Every Now and Then
THE DEVILS CONFUSION
Snatched up my traveliní shoes, cologne behind my ears
I called on a lady friend I ainít been round in years
She said Iíll tell you Robert, you look the best you ever had
I said itís part of the Devils confusion, makes me look good
Long as I feel bad, as long as I feel bad
She did justice to her red dress, in my suit I felt the same
I had to find a good reason to wear it, you know itíd seem shame
for the undertaker, tísee the only suit I ever had
Itís part of the Devils confusion, makes me look good
ëlong as I feel bad, as long as I feel bad
Letís put aside the small talk honey, you know
what I came here for
A good place for that red dress, is crumpled in a
heap on the floor
Iím ailiní from a lack, the best stuff I ever had
Just a spoonful oí (that) sugar Iím feeliní bad
She said I ainít real proud about it
but thereís money Iíve actually saved
from lyin on my back lookiní pretty, my knees wide open as a grave
Her eyes filled with water, shimmering beautiful but sad
She said itís part of the Devils confusion, makes me look good
ëlong as I feel bad, as long as I feel bad
DIG IT UP
Thereís a question in our house thatís hanginí in the air
Longing for my lips but never makes it there
I see the problem steep and cook, It will eventually erupt
The answer here is easy, I donít want to dig it up
I donít want to dig it up, I donít want to dig it up
Dig it up, like salt to the open wound
It hurts but it heals and unattended will be dyiní soon
I donít wanna, I donít wanna dig it up
Tried approaching you with reason but ìthis is not the timeî
The same dead horse gets beaten or I come off sublime
So a head is buried in the sand and love I wonít disrupt
And the rug it hides my choices, I donít want to dig it up.
I donít want to dig it up, I donít wanít to dig it up
Those amazing stars were flying high above the wind
Now those amazing stars are falliní, stars are falliní
High up above
To place distance from the problems puts distance in the dirt
Seems itís better not to go there someone always ends up hurt
And when death it sees our parting and the vows they end abrupt
Itís love thatís dead and buried and I donít want to dig it up
I donít want to dig it up, I donít wanít to dig it up
MYSTIC BOOK
Love has got a point here, something isnít working and if you offer us
Freedom versus the old mind, everything will fall together and
Weíll see a new religion where love is all that matters and there is no separation
Cause theres only one of us here
Am I making things clear?
What if, I was born Buddhist?
I would go to hell for that, you seem so sure of it
i think, I think your crazy. On channel 26 a screaming lunatic wants money and heís saying the same thing as you and heís sucking the pensions
from as many souls as he can lure
And you tell me your sure.
Back to your book. Your mystic Book the one that everyone reads differently
Heal these eyes to see.
Kid, itís time to close it, the pessimistic eye that see the future and present as
being the same. Thereís too much change here. Signs are all around us and
itís time to spread the word. Love is all that matters and there is no separation
Cause thereís only one of us here
Am I making things clear?
Back to your book. Your mystic Book the one that everyone reads differently
Heal these eyes to see
Theres only one of us here
Theres only one of us here
Theres only one of us here.
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