2. Stoned and Ravished
I might call your name tonight if you're, like, not expired. I might need this flight tonight' cause it's, like, my muse tired. And call you...Here you are again, I'm famished. There you go leaving me stoned and ravished.
3. Dead Ringer
I don't know why you bring me the sun but you do. It isn't mine to know you. And the stars go down in you. Here you go bringing them all around. I don't know why your face is the moon but it is. It isn't mine to know this. And the stars are made of you. Here you go bringing them down. But is seems to me like I'm finding another dead ringer for him and the Earth's a small place for you, too, I presume. I don't know why I made my mind up about you but I'm bringing it down, bringing it down. And if it were all up to me I'd take the time to make you mine. But it seems to me like I'm loving another dead ringer for him and the Earth's a small place for you, too, I presume. I don't know why I said goodbye to you but I did. Kissing the words you wrote instead of your lips. And the sky fell down behind you. You left bringing it all down. But it seems to me like I'm losing another dead ringer for him and the world's a big place for me, too, I presume.
4. Mosquito Stung
This is a chair for the only man, sitting in nightshade, waiting return home, puzzling his distance. This is a ring for the woman he left, propping up pillows, smoking 100s, fading out in TV blue. Sounds are forbidden here except late at night there's a long way to pass by unnoticed, unsung. Why don't you crawl in the sheets with her? Take the chair to the table, sir. Outside gets you lonelier and mosquito stung. These are the lips of the son on the right misquoting his wisdom, speaking to his Zeus then, hoping that he's coping with Henry and high. And I say, ah...I went outdoors with you bringing green home. Sounds are forbidden here except late at night there's a long way to pass by unnoticed, unsung. Why don't you crawl in the sheets with her? Take the chair to the table, sir. Outside gets you lonelier and mosquito stung.
I'm gonna drop this and be a member of my new family. The possibilities setting in, my third mind at ease. All of my life is demand. Bring it up, bring it, bring it, bring it here. I'm in ecstasy when enveloping Huey, so peace me together brother, release three. All of my life is a jam. Give it up, give it, give it here. I'm in ecstasy. Ecstasy plant in me. Ecstasy plant in me. (Ecstasy plant in me, extra free. Ecstasy plant in me agree.) I'll admit to tasting the sky key. Let it enter and open me. I'm in ecstacy. Ecstasy plant in me. Ecsstasy plant in me.
Joni told me as a child I was fine to be a little green. Told her, "My name is Gold." Honey, get to know him now, his name was Red, and when he asked me who I was, told him "My name is Gold." Spinning in a web that's trying its best to hold me but making it cocoon. I'm emerging full-fledged. Gold. Nicky is he showing me the way to blue? Is it only me or was someone else told "My name is Gold."
7. Grave Wide Open
Meeting you between baby powder, stained glass's hue...Suddenly no on else but you...Why is my grave wide open? I might keel over now, I might be someone to know. Could you ever be this vision endlessly...Why is my grave wide open? I'm paralyzed by your magnificent size...Be complete, turning me upside-down, sideways, underneath Mary J. singing my soul asleep...Why is my grave wide open? I'm paralyzed by your magnificent size...
8. Widows Burn
There won't be time for bringing up all my sins today. Will it make me silly, make me pray? And through the love he leaves I believe his image stood staring from the end of the hall. Dark shadows, is that a smile? Come here now, this is worthwhile. All out the corners of my eyes, Kristin, tell me when you woke your ghost, did it make you cry? Summon him closer stop there, it that him candlelit and shimmering, or just dandruff falling on my guitar? Kate woke the witch, now look where we are. Would you believe that widows burn? Would you believe that widows burn? Would you believe believe believe? Believe the testimony. Expanding rapidly, shaking off fresh flakes of fun. Green and white, hey some colors, son. Like Irish and angel that's what you are really, in color from nature and me. Mmm, I love it and I hate it this way: accepting that we love and decay. Ooh, I love it and I hate it this way: accepting that we love and decay. Would you believe that widows burn? Imbued, and heads turned. I played with death and heaven learned. Believe the testimony's being tested, honey.
10. Higher Places
Living on the New York line between freaks and armies. Waiting for the time I feel that East Harlem ease. Hoping that God will finish my last forty-ouncer. He could, you never know with that crazy love announcer. Why did I leave Los Angeles, Dad? Why the intentional abyss? Why a breakdown and then One-hundred Street? Why this bliss? Dipping well below the laws of Hell and wonder. Giving up the hope that she'll return from where fate has stunned her. I thought your leaving here would be bottom-runged. But I'm still overwhelmed here with lapses and lungs. Why did I leave...Made my way, made my way home. Made my way, made my way a home. Underneath a welcome rush of higher places, I've forgotten everything but where my place is. Why did I leave...Made my way...
Oh my God, it's true. For you this chapter's through. I did not know my name that day. You're the man who loves me. You love to love me. I will not ask why you won't heal for me. Oh, my God, it's true, For us this chapter's through. I did not know your name today. He's the man who loved me. He loved to love me. I will not ask why he wouldn't heal for me. And my mind is breaking over your headbirth and hover. And I think I'm crazy thinking thoughts like this moments after, "I can do great things now, I can do great things. Now I can do great things, now I can do great things."
12. Day Haze
Sixteen kinds of madness have passed through me. Lord, do you see me, some sad Sybil quibbling with my consciences under sheets? Do you dare to be our greatest lover? I've been seeing through blue into double-drop eye dew days. Spent Saturday away sucking up for rent, Sunday's always spent taste-snaking snuck smoke. I've been seeing through boo-hoo into double drop eye dew day haze. Spent Saturday away sucking up for rent, Sunday's always spent taste-snaking snuck smoke. Mend, fragment, pine, forget. End and break new, sting and regret. I've been seeing from me to me into double-drop eye dew day haze.
13. Mad Elegant
That's it, blacken the windows, I'm feeling Nunsexmonkrock. Oh, I'm getting crazy now. I'm dropping out. Taking this break to become mad elegant. To assume mad elegance, to become mad elegant. To assume mad elegance was becoming one in one in one. See, see, see how it goes? Without shadows scattered 'round no one knows I embraced sorrow and then let him go. Eccentric ritual taking place, a bathroom student flickering late. Let him hold my face. I sparkle great with mad energy. You become mad elegant. You assume mad elegance. You become mad elegant. You assume mad elegance.
15. Last Gasp
Take your next tantrum to the curtains, your drapery man awaits you. Stretched out, outstretched, awake the way when shamans make their Blood Pudding's top quake. My precious last gasp, my freshest laugh yet. Don't forget to let me go now. Your precious last gasp, your freshest laugh yet. Don't you fear to let me go here. Let me go now, no dying love for you. Break the hex temperature cooling down your ego, her sleep facilitate you. Wished out, outwished. Blow in the gift instead of skin, a puff'll shuffle love away. My precious last gasp...Let me go now...I am so light I am disappearing.
My father's dead. Did that just go through my head? My sister's showing me another side of her. My mother's gone into toxic shock. My brother's the same block of boy I've known since I was ten. So, this is dread. Can I have something else instead of caterwaul? Would you be calling my eyes red? My limit's gone gone gone into oxygen, breathing in the biggest birth-escape to event me since I was twelve with love coming up from below. I could not get caught. I could overflow. So, pleasure after death. So, joy after pain. My limit's gone gone gone into oxygen, breathing out the biggest birth-escape to event me since I was twelve with love coming up from below. I would not get caught. I would overflow. So, pleasure after death. So, joy after pain.
All songs by James Raftery
(Serious Janitor Music/Mad Elegant Music, BMI)
Except "Silverfish" by T. Gorman & T. Donelly
Dizzy on Daddy
© 1998 Rat Disk