More Places Forever (1985)

Through The Magnifying Glass
We all know the story about the grasshopper
Sitting around by the pool, he's cool
On the other hand, the ants!
What are they up to?
That's right!

Now, back to the grasshoppers
Sitting around by the pool
Hawaiian floral print shirts
Sunglasses
They disdain the work of the hands
"My mind is on the higher things of life"
You can see that, of course.

"Sing of the work of the hands
"Why hold back and cheat yourself out of joy?
"But enjoy the fruits of labor to the full
"Don't hold back
"For the heart and weary soul refreshment finds."

Of course, the winter comes
Time to enjoy the fruits of labor
To contemplate the work of the hands
In the evening of the day
in the winter of the year
These are the best things
To look back on a day well spent
To go to bed with a sense of accomplishment.

Yeah

Back to the grasshoppers
His mind's on the higher things, of course
It doesn't inspire with much confidence though
Well...
It doesn't matter, because we're at the end of the song
We've had the moral of the story and, now, it's time for my favorite part:
An*Ominous*Shadow*Glides*Low*Across*The*Pool

Oh, okay!
Fair enough, you say
So, what happens next?
Well...
What happens next is - NOTHING -

Writers: Cooper - Cutler - Maimone - Thomas.
© 1985 Hearpen Music / Arcades Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.


Enthusiastic
Hey!
Yes!
I'm fine, thanks!

And I am enthusiastic, yes
If I express myself somewhat unguardedly
It's so that you'll understand
that you'll understand that
I am enthusiastic for this plan.

And I have confidence in the two of us
That more than just muddle through
or take the easy way out -
Take the easy way out?!
No!
We'll work hard
And not care if it hurts.

It's a good plan
Because it's got stuff that we understand
It's a good plan.

Grinning like a daft old brush
that bullet-headed bird that you see -
Why, that could be a picture of me!
Because I have confidence
I have confidence in this plan.

It takes a worried man to sing a worried song
It takes a worry man but
I won't be worried long.

Yes!
It's a good plan
Because it's got stuff that we understand
It's a good plan.

Writers: Cooper - Cutler - Maimone - Thomas.
© 1985 Hearpen Music / Arcades Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.


Whale Head King
After pyramids, Sudanese, countless wondrous miles
the region of the swamps swallows up the flow of the Nile
Here's where monotony and misery contend
where the aspect of such emptiness loneliness transcends
Two and a half thousand miles from the sea
the whale headed stork pokes among the reeds
where the swamp flies terrorize
and the fireflies tantalize
How to go?
If the river knows it only lies
Heat
Heat!
Humidity.

The few thoughts left to me I shepherd so lovingly
I looked down, then looked up again
There was the whale head king
I couldn't be sure that I saw a thing!
I looked down, I looked up again
We saw eye to eye
It was so civilized!
Here I could see he pitied me
Ha!

I fell into the change
It's like I went to sleep in gay Paree
And woke up in Salt Lake City.

The nights are a cool breeze for senses that are stunned
But in the roar of the sun the point of it's undone
And thoughts are a formless tune that wanders in and out of key
And the only words I don't forget: "How much you mean to me!"
Two and a half thousand miles from the sea
the whale headed stork pokes among the reeds
where the swamp flies terrorize
and the fireflies tantalize
How to go?
If the river knows it only lies
Heat!
Heat!!
Humidity.

The few thoughts left to me I shepherd so lovingly
I looked down, I looked up again
And I was happy to see you
I was so happy I danced a jig
I was so happy to see you I fell on the ground and jumped up again.

I fell into a basement.
As I lay on my back I could hear water on the walls,
the scurrying of mice, in the corners.
I was in the basement.
I opened my eyes.
I picked myself up.
I looked at the steps I had just bounced down.
I brushed the cobwebs off.
And looked around:
equatorial lakes,
and the mountains of the moon.

Like a dream I happened to see you
Like a dream
I happened to see it
Happy to see you.

Writers: Cooper - Cutler - Maimone - Thomas.
© 1985 Hearpen Music / Arcades Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.


Song of The Bailing Man
Harry had a notion to bail out the ocean
so under the clouds he did stand with his bucket in his hand
And above the wash of the waves
he floated a confident voice that did boast, cajole and rejoice
I can get this done!
I can get this done!
In the light of the big blue sun
I'm the one who will get this done.

He set up the motion needed to bail out the ocean
Harry had a notion to bail out the ocean
But with his toes he could feel the relinquishing sand
with his hand he could feel the diminishing land
and in the course of time the realization settled in his mind
I cannot bail out the ocean
I cannot empty the sea
This work only lends itself the airs of nobility.

And he let go of the bucket
And he regretted the voice that had floated, cajoled and rejoiced
Harry burst the bubble.

Writers: Cooper - Cutler - Maimone - Thomas.
© 1985 Hearpen Music / Arcades Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.


Big Breezy Day
Oh it's sublime, the sweep of time
to suddenly find it's the month of May
Throw back your head and open your arms
Take a deep breath and get set to say
Everyday's a big breezy day.
(Everyday's a big breezy day.)

Open your ears and close your eyes
After the winter here comes the prize
Insects roar in appreciation
for the mid-day sun and its radiation
And the breeze blows and blankets the land
with the sound of the trees, the lake and the sand
In the best part of the big breezy day.
(Oh, the best part of the big breezy day!)

The empty ore boats float like corks
And the peoples on the beach come in all the sorts
The water rolls in
The water rolls out
Nobody cares if the water's too loud
In the best part of the big breezy day -
Oh, throw back your arms and get set to say
Everyday's a big breezy day.
(Everyday's a big breezy day!)

A radio sun and the day like a beach
The perfect horizon is just out of reach
And the big jets blow in from across the lake
You leave too soon... Well, it's a big mistake!
Because the new skyscraper's going up in town
The girders and the elevators going up and down
The steel mills forge on
Such a busy day!
With so much going on every face is gay
In the park at the edge of the lake
the modern sculptures rust and flake
in the best part of the big breezy day -
Oh, throw back your head and get set to say...

Rare, rare is the drama
(With a gripping suspense)
As the power of such a day
contends with common sense.

In the park above the lake
the modern sculptures rust and flake.

Writers: Cooper - Cutler - Maimone - Thomas.
© 1985 Hearpen Music / Arcades Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.


The Farmer's Wife
The farmer's wife is taken aback
taken aback by an empty tract
The farmer's wife is taken aback, taken aback, taken aback -
seeing how people run
fleeing with the setting sun
A ruin is what a city did become
And the dream faded soon
Faded soon by the light of the moon.

The Farmer's Wife takes the time to speak to the empty streets
The Farmer's Wife takes the time to speak
and she says
The ones who loved you -
The ones who loved you -
The ones who loved you -
Where are they gone?
Who cared and thought about -
Who cared and thought about -
Who cared and thought about you -
Where are they gone?
Gone, gone
they faded soon by the light of the moon.

The mighty are fallen
and the proud are brought low
when the visions of the past are thoughts the heirs don't know
The mighty are fallen.

The Farmer's Wife, she's taken aback
She's taken aback, empty tracts
What the old ones know -
What the old ones know -
What the old ones know -
The young ones don't
What the lover knows -
The lover knows -
The lover knows -
The stranger won't.
Faded soon by the light of the moon.

The mighty are fallen
And the proud are brought low
When the visions of the past are thoughts the heirs don't know
The mighty are fallen.

The Farmers wife takes her time
Speaks empty streets
Through the years the Law is unchanged
The land is a loan Life will reclaim.

The Farmer's Wife is bigger than life
bigger than life with a carving knife
The Farmer's Wife is bigger than life
bigger than life with a carving knife.

Seeing how the people run
fleeing with the setting sun
A ruin is what a city did become
Left overnight, overgrown by noon -
Left overnight, overgrown by noon -
Left overnight, overgrown by noon -
Left overnight, overgrown by noon -
Life leaps out of the ground
out of the ground in the empty town.

Writers: Cooper - Cutler - Maimone - Thomas.
© 1985 Hearpen Music / Arcades Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.


New Broom
The dust moved forward and the dust moved back -
new broom, new broom
The dust ends up in a brown paper sack -
new broom, new broom
Progress is made but progress is slow.

The dust moves forward and the dust moved back -
new broom, new broom
The dust ended up in a brown paper sack -
new broom, new broom
Progress is made but progress is slow.

The dust moves forward and the dust moves back -
new broom, new broom
The dust ends up in a brown paper sack -
new broom, new broom.

Writers: Cooper - Cutler - Maimone - Thomas.
© 1985 Hearpen Music / Arcades Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.


About True Friends
When the sound of the day is of the rain not falling
the whole world goes slow but a friend is not stalling
The hand of kindness is like a treasure found
A friend won't ever wear you down
and a friend's not shy, not deaf, dumb and blind
True friends will call and will save you two dimes
True friends call, save you two dimes
True friends are hard to find
Yes, true friends are hard to find.

Friends won't remember hurt and pain
The heat of the moment will not be sustained
And love as a bond is not easily cracked
Never mind the tears and remember the fact
that a friend's not shy, not deaf, dumb and blind
True friends call and save you two dimes
True friends will call and will save you two dimes
True friends are hard to find
Yes, true friends are hard to find.

Writers: Cooper - Cutler - Monck - Thomas.
© 1985 Hearpen Music / Arcades Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.

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