
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.