Blame The Messenger, 1987

My Town.
All their dreams are paper crowns scraps of which
thrown in the wind
fall down.
Round the wind corner,
tumble down,
scatter by,
fall round,
my town

Shadows sweep a tumbledown,
paper birds blown in the air
fall down.
Round the wind corner,
tumble down,
scatter by,
fall round,
my town.

Birds are having a party when the sun goes down.
Say, My town.
Say, My town.
My town.
Writers: Thomas.
© 1986 Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



A Fact About Trains.
Comes the dawning light.
Don't it seem strange that nothing ever runs on time?
I know we need a change.
Now I go by.
And now I'm heard to say,
"When times are hard don't find yourself too far away."

A fact about trains.
Headin down the railroad tracks,
No matter what the head of steam it's not true they don't come back.
And now I go by.
And now I'm heard to say,
"When times are hard don't find yourself too far away."

A fact about trains.
No, it's not so strange...
No matter what the head of steam I know we need a change.
And now I go by.
And now I'm heard to say,
"When times are hard don't find yourself too far away."
Writers: Thomas-Cutler-Jones-Maimone-Ravenstine.
© 1987 Bug Music / Arcades Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



King Knüt.
There's a story about a King Knüt,
How all the gladhanders he rebuked.

Down to the sea we must go, says he.
There to see if the waves will know.

The clouds are mighty & the sea is firm.
He makes a stand on the shingled berm.
"Turn away! Turn away! Turn away," he cries.
"Tell me," says he, "How the tide replies."

There's a story about a King Knüt.
How all of the gladhanders he rebuked.

Say what you will and do as you must.
Deeds are alive when the man turns to dust.
Writers: Thomas-Cutler-Jones-Maimone-Ravenstine.
© 1987 Bug Music / Arcades Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



When Love Is Uneven.
When love is uneven it increases a burden.
It lessens a share.
It makes the strong ones cry and the hands hang weak with despair.
It makes the bones ache & hollow.
It makes the bride cease to care.
It makes a life not worth living.
It makes a life not worth living.
Writers: Thomas-Cutler-Jones-Maimone-Ravenstine.
© 1987 Bug Music / Arcades Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



The Storm Breaks.
Darkened dawns.
Some days the storm breaks,
early in the morning.
Up again!
Early in the morning.
Up again so early in the morning.

In my ears I heard a hurricane.
In my ears I heard a hurricane blow,
early in the morning.
Up again!
Early in the morning.
Up again so early in the morning.

I rush to know, say I need to see.
I rush to know sayin, I need to see,
early in the morning.
Up again!
Early in the morning.
Up again so early in the morning.

Darkened dawns.
Some days the storm breaks,
early in the morning.
Up again!
Early in the morning.
Up again so early in the morning.
Writers: Thomas-Cutler-Jones-Maimone-Ravenstine.
© 1987 Bug Music / Arcades Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



The Long Rain.
Like tears falls rain.
Like tears falls rain.
Like tears falls rain.
I heard a hurricane.

Like blood falls tears.
Like blood falls tears.
Like blood falls tears.
Thick drops all the years.

One day we'll say, Rain, rain go away.
The way it is is bound to change.
The way it is is bound in chains.

Like rain falls blood.
Like rain falls blood.
Like rain falls blood.
Til the day becomes a flood.

One day we'll say, Rain, rain go away.
The way it is is bound to change.
The way it is is bound in chains.
Writers: Thomas-Cutler-Jones-Maimone-Ravenstine.
© 1987 Bug Music / Arcades Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Havin Time.
I'm lonesome me.
I'm lonesome me.

The wind.
The rain.
The Why.
The Wherefore-art-thou?

Havin time.
Writers: Thomas-Cutler-Jones-Maimone-Ravenstine.
© 1987 Bug Music / Arcades Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.


Friends Of Stone.
Cross the blue-darkened ice.
Cross the blue-darkened ice.
Lightning and sunsets abound, abound.
Lightning and sunsets abound.
Faces aglow.
That's how we welcome winter home.
- Winter Comes Home -
That's how we welcome it home.

Love those friends made of stone.
Love those friends made of stone -
bravin the Big Blue alone, alone.
Bravin the Big Blue alone.
Windows on fire.
That's how it happens to be.
- Happens To Me -
That's how it happened to me.

The songs we sing of long nights.
Songs we sing of long nights -
they wait til the strangers go home, go home.
They wait til the strangers go home.
Whistling the tunes of their own,
they leave us to learn the songs that call,
that call from the heart of the wind.
- Cry From The Heart -
That call from the heart of the wind.
Writers: Thomas.
© 1987 Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



The Velikovsky 2-Step.
(subtitled The Wooden Birds laugh at the Theory of Uniformitarianism)
Fish leap out of the fossil record fully formed & happy to be here.
Birds fly out of the binding rocks fully formed & happy to be here.
Here come the dinosaurs.
(Homes all around the world!)
"We like it here."
Oh, we're saying,
"We like it here.
"We got stuff to eat & room with a view.
"We got reason to be & plenty to do.
"We like it here!
"Tell me what more's a fellow need than somewhere to go & somewhere to be?
"Yeah, we like it here."

[The Uniformitarians rant:]
Call it out for all it's worth -
Nothing changes on this earth!
All the years all things remain the same.
The way it is, it was, and will remain.


Here come the dinosaurs.

[In reply, a taunt:]
Take a flesh from off a the bone.
Chuck a word about willy-nilly.
Make your mind up here & now.
Shoulda, coulda, so it had to be.


Here come the dinosaurs.
(Bones all around the world.)
Here come the dinosaurs!
Bones all around the world are gathered up and put in halls.
Daylight crawls up & down the walls.
Strangers fixed in a strange land,
debris found on a foreign sand.
The evidence is there to see -
the old world simply ceased to be.
Oh, the evidence is there to see.
Their own world ceased to be.

Here come the dinosaurs.
Here come the...
- Whoops! -
They're gone!

[The dinosaurs / humanoid high kick chorus out]
Think about the thing revealed.
Suddenly what a change can come!
Say about how I feel -
Oh, oh so strange.
Also strange.

Writers: Thomas-Cutler-Jones-Maimone-Ravenstine.
© 1987 Bug Music / Arcades Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.

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