Category Archives: Song

Blue Mountain House

See and Hear in rare live performance!

A stranger in line asks me why I smile
I’m in love with that woman down the cereal aisle

The twirling delight, stocking Lucky Charms
A sleeve of roses up and down her arm

My Melrose mystic, once or twice my dealer
Blew apart my heart when she asked me to be hers

So much to cry
(We’ve got)
So much to cry

We fled the city, we married in June
No one around, just the stars and the moon

Put our pasts in the past, but man what a blast
Got her mom situated, said goodbye to my dad

Blue mountain house, facing south
Paycheck to paycheck, hand to mouth

So much to cry
(We’ve got)
So much to cry

Still too many sleepless nights
Still too many rich men lying
Still too many hungry crying
Still too many justifying
Still, I can’t deny: It’s good to be alive

Still too many sleepless nights
Still too many waters rising
Still too many gardens dying
Still too many truth denying
Still, I ain’t gonna lie: It’s good to be alive

It’s good!

So don’t go messing
With my third-act blessings

I’ve learned every next generation is better than the last
Their photos on our fridge warn this too shall pass

I better kiss her mouth before the day is done
Hey! Come dance with me, Stella, ‘neath this melting sun

So much to cry
(We got)
So much to cry

Come dance with me, darling, when our shift is done

Night Owl

See and Hear in rare live performance!

some nights I hope
some nights I don’t
some nights I’m broke in two
some nights I’m one with you

some nights I’m spent
some nights I’m flying
some nights all I can do is ask:
why?

some nights leave me in rapture or in pain
no two nights are the same
tonight‘s just the same

some nights there’s peace
some nights alarms
some nights I’m crying out
cradle me in your arms

some nights have blankets
some nights you’re cold
some nights all I can do is laugh:
when did I get so old?

some nights will leave me in rapture or in pain
no two nights are the same
tonight’s just the same

hold back the sunrise
hold back the sun’s rise

some nights go by
in the blink of an eye
some nights I dream

The Residue

See and Hear in rare live performance!

faceplant the pavement
in our velveteen raiment
love made in all the wrong ways

stare down the animals
roaming the streets
the neighborhood rabbits, the neighborhood freaks

we’re still kids craving havoc
chaos, our art
our burdens won’t bend till the soprano starts

Her singing, oh, oh, she’ll be singing

inches from wisdom
but we’re stuck in the system
where the fuck is God’s grace?

we pour booze on our brains
inject cracks in our hearts
our disease won’t ease till the soprano starts

Her singing, oh, oh, she’ll be singing:

it’s just a bruise
just black and blue
the residue

we’re so close to wisdom
my brothers, my sisters
are any of us that brave?

there’ll be hell in the morning
by the evening back in Eden
we’ll work it out through the day

and we’ll be singing, oh, oh, we’ll be singing:

it’s just a bruise
just black and blue
the residue

we’ll be singing
we’ll be singing
we’ll be singing:

where the fuck is God’s grace?