Writing Records - WR009

Train, Train

 

Train, Train, Train that leads me to my grave

And you know, I ain't never coming back

 

I spent 3 years in the slum 

Just for hell to wait for me

Ain't it amazing what some bread and wine

It could do for somebody 

 

Train, Train, Train that leads me to my grave

And you know, I ain't never coming back

 

I heard Frank and Johnny moan

As that train rolled along

Oh so can't you tell me mamma

Who would ever do such wrong

 

Train, Train, Train that leads me to my grave

And you know, I ain't never coming back

 

 

Winter's Cold

 

There's a fire by the feedery 

A wild desire filled with mystery 

But I seen a hammer chase a nail

Watched a fox that lost his tail

It was later sold  

To help me fight a winter's cold 

 

I hear the robin by my door

I hear her singing but she always leaves before

I can ever catch a glance

I can tell that bird flies fast

Soon I'll get my hold

It'll help me fight the winter's cold 

 

I hear the train down Mason Street

Horns a blowing, I go back to sleep

But the sun is shining blue and gold

And tamales are being sold

Hear her yelling from down the road

Could she maybe

Help me fight the winter's cold

 

 

Holy Moly

 

Holy moly, holy cow

I lost my way and I don't know how

I broke your heart then said goodbye

Left us both alone to cry 

 

A sweet sonata on a promenade 

It don't feel too much like a holiday 

A doubt in me has a history

I'm cursed by my impulsivity 

 

And challenged by the changing tide

The river's long, deep, and wide

So long green eyes and short red hair

Prettiest skin, so soft, so fair

 

Alone again and home there too

I'd love to say it's something new

But me and I and we know all too well

Its just the same old story that I tell

 

 

Tell Me

 

Tell me when do you think about me

I think about you all the time

If I was right won't you please tell me why

I can't get you out, out of mind

 

Its black then its white then it's clean out of sight

Soon it will bring my demise

 

Tell me when do you think about me

I think about you all the time

A street or a sign all they do is remind

Me of the times of walking beside you 

 

The work and the pain keeps ruining my days

Keeps from feeling alive 

Tell me when do you think about me

That's what I want to know

 

Oh how these nights fend off my might

To even try, try and go on 

 

St. Johns Place

 

Take a walk down saint johns place, take the 2 or the 3

Find me at Teddy's Greek with cheer and souvlaki 

And Tony the rugged man, he lives upon the street

Find him in my stairwell swept upon a dream

On Saint John's Place

 

Dee she knows her patrons well, brings them every week

Opens those bay windows and hears the city speak

And Ali's got his laundromat, works there everyday

Calypso rings through his office door as he bring my clothes to me

On Saint John's Place

 

Lex and Shane they know it well and me I feel the same

What wonder lies before my eyes, the grace of Saint John's Place 

 

 

Magic to the Lonely 

 

I'm searching for some magic to the lonely

But there's none round here for me to find

See my two feet they walk so far below me

They take me down a road I don't decide

 

Dust out my eyes and try to see

Brush out my lungs and try to breath 

Wont you please

Send magic to the lonely 

 

Still searching for that magic to the lonely

A potion or a spell will do me fine

A hint of something sweet that helps control me 

And takes me so far from this place and time

 

Dust out my eyes but still don't see

Brush out my lungs and try to breath 

Wont you please

Send magic to the lonely 

 

And magic to the lonely I now seek

Can't you see how I am weak 

And you know I've grown so tired of living this lonely 

 

I saw your face today and you looked happy

I guess for me, we can't say the same 

 

Magic to the lonely now I do seek

Even if it only lasts the week 

Cause you know I've grown so tired of living this lonely 

 

The Wind

 

Oh its getting cold outside 

Time to button up 

I hear the wind as she passes 

Try not to get swept up 

But I do 

 

I see the people they are down below

In the city with her lights

But me, I'm here in the atmosphere 

A helpless human kite 

 

"Hey settle down"

That's what she says to me,

"You know you're safe here on my wings

You've had your turn and now its mine

But in due time you will see

You will, hang tight" 

 

So in her plea how I pondered well

To what could be the point

Why me, why me up here all alone

Could this be my new home

 

Library Couch

 

There's a face that I'm seeing, I've seen it somewhere

The face bares a feeling a worried blank stare 

His eyes start dripping doubt on the library couch

He wipes them with the corner of his sleeve 

 

And I know this guy, I've seen him around

The meaning in this I haven't found

 

An old black crow flown through his sleep

While all of his dreams are invested by thee

Now he's weaker than weak, by the red upon his cheek

Could he be stuck in feeling this forever or maybe

A change will come, he'll finally get some sleep

 

Illusive illusion enter his mind

Heading on down his grey and white spine

They might trickle with time 

But for now he's confined 

To cry on the library couch

 

 

 

Suite Maybe

 

Maybe I am weak, weaker than you know

Maybe I have no will left to show 

Maybe I feel worse everyday

Maybe, sweet maybe

 

Maybe there's a good way out of this

Maybe light arises in the pits 

Maybe that's a tale made up by men

Maybe, sweet maybe 

 

Maybe where I lay may not be me

Maybe solace stays and then it flees 

Maybe moments often cripple me

Maybe, sweet maybe

 

Maybe these old days will soon decay 

Maybe my old ways won't run astray 

Maybe my old pain is here to stay

Maybe my old tears don't wash away

Maybe 

 

 

11:57 

 

Its eleven fifty seven

I've got your sweater drying off

From the wine I split on it

But we were having such a good time

Eating moon pies in the moon shine

I feel so fine now I'm with you

 

At two thirty in the morning

I've got your painting by my side

With its greens and the yellows

Oh you blend them oh so well

Looks like vines crawling through my window 

 

And it like it, you know I do

And I like it, you know its true

 

At five thirty in the morning

I'm trying not to wake you up

With the song I've been writing

And a bed sounds so inviting

Oh I wonder what the meaning might be

Of feeling right now I'm with you 

 

 

Living in your Own (Swimming)

 

Stop your pitiful regrets

What's done is did and who knows what's next

The scarf of shame that you have sewn 

Hard to know the world when your living in your own

 

Stop your judging, please refrain

Stop your calling out of names 

Stop this dread, its slowly grown

Hard to know the world when when your living in your own

 

Stop your worries what a waste 

And stop returning to that place

And stop this drought, it needs to pour

So hard to know the world when your living in your own 

 

So hard to know this world when your living

Seems we might all try this giving

In the end, keep swimming by myself

 

Stop your quest to impress

Needn't we take some rest

Let's just lie down in the unknown

Hard to know the world when your living in your own.