David Thomas Lyrics
EREWHON
(1996)



Obsession

If the river's dry
If the treaty's broken
If they call the law
and the law has spoken
Don't say I never loved you
Don't say I never try
Don't say I never loved you
My, oh my, I guess I do.

When you testify
in the court of... who?
That you cannot love me
I got no hold on you
You won't see a haunted man
You won't be able to look into his eyes
You won't see a haunted man
but my, oh my, I guess I am.

Now do I look like gum to you?
How do I look like gum to you?
and this will chew me up, I said
Then I said, This will spit me out
This will step on me
Will I stick to you?
Do I look like gum?
My, oh my, I guess I do.

My, oh my, I guess I do.
My, oh my, I guess I do.

So, why do I feel the pain?
So, how do I feel the pain?
If I said I missed you
What? Would I feel again?

Do I feel the pain?
How do I feel the pain?
If I said I missed you
What? Would I feel again?

Would I feel again?
My, oh my, here comes the rain
Let me stand in it
Let me stand in it!

I didn't mean it
I didn't mean that
I didn't mean
I didn't mean.

At the back of the world
By the base of the sea
Man, it's coming apart
coming apart on me.

At the back of the world
By the base of the sea
world is coming apart
coming apart on me.

At the back of the world
By the base of the sea
ball is coming apart
It's coming apart on me.

I try to grab it
Just try to grab it
My fingers stretch
Can't hold it.

I just can't hold it
Just can't hold it. Just can't hold it.

At the back of the world
when it's coming apart, coming apart on me.

I try to grab it
My fingers stretch
Just can't hold it
Just can't hold it.

Too tired to fight
Yeah, too tired to fight
Yeah, too tired to fight
Too tired to fight.

Who will referee?
I need a referee
Too tired to fight
Too tired to fight.

Who will referee?
Who will referee?

At the back of the world
By the base of the sea
Well, it's coming apart
It's coming apart on me.

I try to grab
My fingers stretch
Just can't hold it
Just can't hold it.

Too tired to fight
Too tired to fight
Too tired to fight
Too tired to fight.

I need a referee.
Who will referee?
I need a referee.
Who will referee?

I need a referee.
Who will referee?
Too tired
Too tired.

Writers: Thomas-Molinè
© 1996 Hearpen Music


Planet Of Fools

(Tip of the hat to Kevin Coyne)
Every day I think about some better world
And I know that this one's not the one it's supposed to be
I've concluded that somewhere past Mars is a planet of fools
I know
Somewhere past Mars there's a planet of fools
I know.

Nobody ever will talk about it
Somehow there's been a slip up
in time and space continu...
Um, I'm convinced that I woke up one day
and nothing made a speck of sense
anymore.

And every day I think about that better world
I've concluded that somewhere past Mars is a planet of fools
I know
Somewhere past Mars is a planet of fools
I know.

Oh, why should we live here in tears?
Oh, why should we live here in tears?
In tears.

I know they're not bad people
but I'd like to go home
if it's all the same to you, dear NASA.

Somewhere past Mars there's the planet of fools
I know
Somewhere past Mars is a planet of fools.

Oh, why must we stay here?
Oh, why must we live here in tears?
Oh, why must we live here in tears?
Oh, why must we live here in tears?


Writers: Thomas-Molinè
© 1996 Hearpen Music


Nowheresville

I found my thrill in Nowheresville
I found my thrill in Nowheresville
The mayor calls to ask me my will
The chief of police has said no one was killed
There's nothing here that cannot be fixed
There's no one to blame when your eyes have played you tricks.

If you lived here you'd be home now.
Why don't you come home too?
Why don't you come home too?

Number Six goes into town
Nobody minds
Just don't hang around.

If you lived here you'd be home now
Nowheresville.

Nowhere I go gets me farther from
Nowhere I go gets me farther from
Someday I hope
Someday I hope

Somebody saw her down by the river
crying aloud about an Indian giver
Don't you do what I have done
I stood on my pride
and played deaf and dumb.

If you lived here you'd be home now
Nowheresville.

Nowhere I go gets me farther from
Nowhere I go gets me farther from
Nowhere I go
Nowhere I go
Nowhere I go
Nowhere I go gets me farthest from.

Nowhere I go gets me farthest from
Nowhere I go gets me farthest from
Nowhere I go gets me farthest from Nowheresville.

Writers: Thomas-Molinè-Diagram
© 1996 Hearpen Music


Fire

Last night the river went calling
Like a train when it jumps the tracks
how it roared through the night
vowed to never go back
I hear the river men cry
We never knew peace.

Are we like a house
made of dry grass?
People pass saying
Man! it won't last
See the fire and sparks
spitting fire and smoke.

Last night the river went calling
How it pushed thru the awful black
boats of gold hanging
by their fiery stacks
I heard the river men cry
Shall we never know peace?
Will we never know peace?

Are we like a house
made of dry grass?
People pass
It won't last
See the fire and sparks
spitting fire and smoke.

Last night I dreamed that I was falling
Where do we go? I say to myself
If I call your name
and you answer crying?
We never knew peace
Will we never know peace?

Or are we like a house
made of dry grass?
People pass saying
Man! it won't last
See the fire and sparks
spitting fire.

Writers: Cutler-Jones-Krauss-Maimone-Ravenstine-Thomas
©1989 Ubu Projex


Lantern

When the land is like a mirror
smokestack lightning is in the middle of the sky.

When the moon is like a river
there's a shack on the levee where the watchmen hide.

When the sun is like a lantern
smoke is in the hole where the twilight showed.

When your tears are like a woman
they must dance in the dust of the neon land.

When the land is like a mirror
When the moon is like a river
Dance like a mirror
Dance like a mirror
Dance like a mirror
Dance like a mirror.

Then tears are like a woman.

Writers: Thomas-Molinè-Diagram
© 1996 Hearpen Music


Morbid Sky

In my head
the morning never comes
Sadly we go
never to come back again
Them days
I feel like a motherless child
marking time
under the morbid sky.

And the heart is a lonely man
And the hands they roll out
They roll up again
And somehow
Somehow I know
I know I know
Somehow
Somehow I know
You and I were never meant to be
You and I like flowers under a morbid sky
You and I are strangers on a morbid sky
Marking time
under a morbid sky.

Slowly
slowly we dance
turning
waltzing
Waltz across to Texas
Yeah, we walk by the sea.
Liar
I heard only raindrops
burst in the dust
Apart
burst in the dust
Apart.

In my head
the morning never comes
Though we wait
the daylight never shows
The daylight never shows
Marking time
Under a morbid sky.

Though we wait the daylight never comes
Ever.

Writers: Thomas-Molinè
© 1996 Hearpen Music


Weird Cornfields

I said that I would miss you
I said that I would not forget
I said that I would miss you
I guess that I do.

One day is much like another
Some days look the same
Now this is my tragic ending
I got what I wanted.

There's a township road that crosses a girder bridge outside of Meadville
In the flats of French Creek
corn is standing in harvested rows
Dry and bonelike in the moonlight
the corn is creaking
It's like the sound of floorboards creaking in the dark
It's like there's something that's trying to be said
The harvest moon is rising
pale and harvest-like in the sky
It's like the end of the world tonight in paleness
and something is nagging at me.

In the haunted house of a Coupe de Ville
I was saying, How How How
This is how it ends.

And in this own nightmare of mine
there's a cornfield that travels with me
In the backseat
cross the paleness
it stretches to infinity
It's like every damned thing that I have ever done wrong
You are there.

In the haunted house of a Coupe de Ville
I was saying, How How How
This is how it ends.

Saying, How How How
and this is how it ends.

In the haunted house of a Coupe de Ville
of a Coupe de Ville
of a Coupe de Ville.

Writers: Thomas-Molinè-Diagram
© 1996 Hearpen Music


Kathleen

Somewhere near
somewhere far
somewhere down the street
past the local bar
Shot and beer kinda homey place.

Go inside
Show my face
It's someone I barely know
A poet with a heart of gold.

Kathleen, why don't you call my name?
Kathleen, call me.

Well, I dropped out of line
Past my prime
Slave to a way of life
I'm just the world that time forgot
A skittle bowl social swirl
Bowl of chili
Onion rings
And the check on time, please Miss
Ma'am
You
And a Rolling Rock.

Kathleen, why don't you call my name?
Kathleen, baby, call me.

Ladies and Gentlemen
Let me tell you about self-pity
Let me tell you about it
It's a terrible
terrible
terrible thing to waste.

No one hears me tell the truth
I've lost the track of time
Blush of youth
I'm just a fella to tell a story to
Waiting at a bus stop
Banging on a desktop
I long to see you.

Kathleen, call me
Kathleen, call me.

They call me Old Man River
You call me Old Man River
Call me Old Man River
I roll
I said, I roll
I said, I roll therefore I am
- Wheeze -
Old Wheezer coming down the street!

Somewhere near
somewhere far
somewhere down the street
past the local bar
It's a shot and beer kinda homey place
and I go inside
to show my face
It's someone I barely know
There's a poet
There's a heart of gold
and they're both looking at a glass of foam.

I'm not the poet
Yeah, you know that I'm not a glass of foam
I've got a heart of gold.
I've got a heart of gold.
I've got a heart of gold.

Writers: Jones-Krauss-Maimone-Thomas
©1993 Ubu Projex


Highway 61 Revisited

Just can't hold it.

River's dry
Treaty's broken
Call the law
Law has spoken.

Too tired to fight.

Haunted man
Here comes the rain
Look into his eyes
Feel the pain.

Nothing here.

Back of the world
Base of the sea
Coming apart
Who will referee?

Nothing here.

Here comes the rain
Feel the pain.

Look into his eyes
River's dry.

Treaty's broken
Law has spoken.

Look into his eyes.

Writers: Thomas-Molinè
© 1996 Hearpen Music

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