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Great Balancing Act

  1. Let's Not Pretend
  2. So It Goes
  3. Earworm
  4. What Do Ya Want
  5. Tarantella
  6. You Never Know
  7. This Side of Jordan
  8. Devil's Breath
  9. Rogue Trip
  10. Not Around
  11. We Won't Go
  12. Lucy, a story about your mother.

Let's Not Pretend

I’m gonna crawl right underneath your bed your faith won’t last us til the end
I wonder if that needle nose goes south
ya even know the location you’re goin’ I can’t believe the words you’re stowin’
regurgitating shit right out your mouth

Lets not pretend were even friends the hospitality has ended
lets suture up make a break for home
We placed our bets you shot the gun
We’re lashing out you deal 21
I wonder if you know the way back home

I cannot even wonder What lies inside your head
You make us out to be the ones that aren’t on stable ground
just grab your toy box boy bot
put that key into that lock
things will unwind when you are just a ghost

CHORUS

CHORUS


 

So It Goes

I’d sell my soul, to the city that had the most.
There is no where to go, until the dawn comes and removes us all.
It’s not being sedentary thats killing me
but the thought that we might default.
If we were to leave here tomorrow, my brothers on borrowed time
not much else would be lost.
So it goes.
So we go.

Turned a blind eye to the countryside
took a deep breath played it close to the vest.
Your 5 o’clock shadows are the gallows way of saying
we’ve escaped death
I’d sell our soul to the city that has the most,
we could meet downtown and I will watch you drown more than our memories
into your sauce.
So it goes. That is how it goes.
So we go.

Well were long gone
and we’re long gone
Well it was long John. (well it was long john)
and he’s long gone (and he’s long gone)
If i had listened (if I had listened)
to what the road would say (to what the road would say)
we’d be long gone (we’d be long gone)
for the rest of our days ( for the rest of our days)

I’d sell my soul to the city that had the most
I’d sell my soul to the city that was our host
I’d sell my soul to the city that was our host
I’d sell my soul to the city that had the most


 

Earworm

I can’t understand the path that you will choose oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
leave the clothes all out for you but still its wrong what will you do yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
like sleeping at the wheel its a burden for you to feel oh ahhhhh

the master of the house is taking orders from a mouse i see da da da da da
spineless vacant history were gonna break i cannot breathe da da da da da
sucking a dry teat come on just go for the meat oh ahhhhhh

busting out your life just to bust your ass yaa yaa yaa yaa yaa
Its so funny he he he the things you seek are never free ha ha ha ha ha
staking out your claim preserving your family's name oh ahhhhhh

well you can never admit you’re stuck in cement i know how it feels to drown your sorrows
you can count on us when your broken all you see is a golden trophy 2X

ya know all things will fade into vacant yesterdays and tomorrows
if it feels the same its more than time that you’ve borrowed

la la la la la


What Do Ya Want

I feel everybody's watching me, they say it as I drop to my knees
but remember the show that i put on for you yesterday
and i tell you i never wanna regress, to put it discreetly id be a fuckin mess
the way you want me to fail is so unnerving

i sit around here and i wonder, where ya gonna go to take your slumber
and if i ask will you deny your lying
and if you're gonna be the one to know why you're slurpin down a whiskey and a chaser to go.
I can't begin to explain no one remembers your name tomorrow yeah

I wanna be the one to see ya succeed in your life
but i know, that ya can't, ever grow if
I continue to enable you in every step of your life
but i know, that ya can't ever see that
I could never be the answer to the problem in your systematic night
or the bright in the heat in the street

I sit around here and i think back about the way ya wanna spend your money at the racing track
And I can give you a clue but its no use to you you're dying
sit right here and face the fact ya never had control of anything but i can live with that
I see its plain to your mind ya havent got anytime for tryin

Tell me everything is all right
cos everytime ya tell me take me out for the night
everybody’s lovin me on the side
they can see that i’ve got nothing to hide
and I know everybody’s takin’ their turns
to understand that lessons gotta be learned
but what’s the difference when you always get burned
to tell the truth its like a left handed turn

so what ya got goin are ya cleanin up today
ya say you’re not using as you turn the other way
I see you, you see me, well what do ya want, what do ya want

I got everything to lose, what ya got behind your back
I know this makes no sense to you I continue on the track
I see you, you see me, what do ya want, what do ya want hey!


Tarantella

Well you can never know the story of man who composed at night tarantellas
the voices that he heard would scream out quite the melody
and often he would stomp up and yell out his horrid tribulations
only to find out the floorboards were weakening with age

so he dug down deep and he found the grave of its occupants
he continued to compose as decomposing filled the air
and one night they rose up and helped him with his tarantellas
they opened up their mouths and breathed out this memory

you will never see the light of day while you're upright
resurrect our soulless bodies as you pump out your melodies
your tarantellas not enough why don't ya call our bluff we’ve got ya by the teeth now
don’t ya understand you’ll write our songs for all eternity

CHORUS


You Never Know

Between the mortar inside the brain
between the bricks and in the rain
If cancer had a mouth he’d joke with you and laugh
behind the stable beyond the ground
theres people kneeling and singing loud
they’re sacrificing their child’s one and only thought

In the evening under the shade it never leaves ya or goes away
It’s like a becoming hand you can’t clutch
this fevers catching all over town they won’t admit it so burn em down
destroy our children and ideas will never grow

CHORUS:
Well fella its leaving you stoned, and all the curses are left on the window sill
and baby I know i never phone, but it don’t matter cos you’re on the other line

Beneath the matter inside the barn we set the fire and lettem’ starve
screaming as they melt down into the earth
The ice is falling we won’t survive its freezing over but we revive
this psychos crazy and catching his own cold

***CHORUS***

You never know………….

CHORUS


This Side of Jordan

Pianos falling from above the fixtures
(out of the window)
Scabs are crawling out from all the sewers
(from all the furniture)
Share a smoke under these city lights and we breathe in and watch the gutters drain

Accordions are squeezing out from every corner
(from every other daughter)
Whores are screaming out as they waste daughters
(here comes another dollar)
Take another toke but we will not be broke, open that case and we will let you in

106 trombones are flocking out the pigeons
(out of the window)
Flatfoots rushing out to stop the rising
(stop the revolution)
currently the mob is cutting loose, and we breathe in as they dance in the rain

Drums are smashing out the windows of the chapels
(of the holy misers)
Men are running down from all the scaffolds
(from all the bible pounders)
Just to get a closer look at time, Standing still here comes another train

It’s unpredictable the future is bleak
better grab up all your instruments and gather in the street
It’s the end of the world from what we have heard
a hundred million dollars won’t do you no good

I know this company aint what you had in mind
find a drink you can steal, that won’t leave you to feel
Like you’re in hells kitchen baby


Devil's Breath

The devil took my baby and then my soul away
Came up on my porch and he took her away
I call to heaven up above hey
But nothing comes from above except the rain

I see its come to me I know

The devil took my baby away she never see the light a day oh
It’s not like she was kickin’ much I seen her smile as he rushed ay
The fires in the swamp flame away
They took her body out later that day

CHORUS:
Lookin at me just the same You know
time to turn your back around so just forget my name
The devil plays his cards
Sticks his fingers inside my head
He’ll be so glad when you are rotten dead
the stench is in my bones
Lookin at me just the same you know
Time to turn my back around so just forget my name

Well I am going back in town digging up this sacred ground
I find the beast get her low upon her knees
Something you can’t leave alone try crunching down up on this bone
demon trail beneath the crust burn you down ashes to dust
Children stomp and play on your remains
head is on a pike within their games

CHORUS: Lookin at me just the same You know
time to turn your back around so just forget my name
The devil plays his cards
Sticks his fingers inside my head
He’ll be so glad when you are rotten dead
the stench is in my bones
Lookin at me just the same you know
Time to turn my back around so just forget my name


Rogue Trip

Stuck on the road its the deserts decision its something we can’t quite compress
he’s jacking your mind up he stares with his good eye he tells you a story of death.
he pumps up our clarence he spits out his tune his best friend once killed a man “I tell you its true”
He laughs as he leaves us the bed has been laid, and all you hear us say
Ya da da da well this life is so far from the ways they all tell us to live
it crumbles around us we just press the gas down to faster get to the next stage
this hot blasted heat its melting the roads our face dripping off “8 more hours to go”
whos got the fever for this arizona sun, its calling out to everyone everyone oh its calling out to everyone

The road has stolen my eyesight, i cannot see which ways to go
So follow the train to the next destination and see
The world is a book and for those who don’t travel, their only reading a page
If you’re not careful you’ll find that you might always wonder the rest of your days

Yaa da da da well this life is so far from the ways they all tell us to live
it crumbles around us we just press the gas down to faster get to the next stage
this house is on fire so get all your clothes the smoke billows out “now where do we go”
whos got the fever in this hot desert sun its calling out to everyone everyone oh its calling out to everyone

theres something that seems to be missing san francisco with puppets on stage
texas is something you’ll never forget and the balcony gig in L.A.
well new orleans how we wish we were still in you instead we are leaving today
no matter how long we always keep coming back to these hot days

Yaa da da da well this life is so far from the ways they all tell us to live
it crumbles around us we just press the gas down to faster get to the next stage
this hot blasted heat its melting the roads our face dripping off “8 more hours to go”
whos got the fever in this hot desert sun it’s calling out to everyone everyone oh its calling out to everyone


Not Around

the the winter hibernates
the way the branches all shimmy and shake
the way the leaves tumble to the ground
is the way I am when you’re not around

the way it gets you bursting at the seams
like when the preacher man tells you to believe
that he will save you when you cannot be found
is the way I am lost when you’re not around

Like how times seems to go faster as you grow
or how in your belly you seem to know
the way you get goosebumps from sound
it’s the way I am when you are around

When lights go down and you can’t see anything
you hair stands up from the chill that it brings
when they return your body, put it back in the ground
is the way I’m dead when you’re not around


We Won't Go

Found a sawbuck on the ground picked iy up dear
spent it wisely on a whiskey maybe four
Now im face down in the gutter
I knew i never cut her
Cops are breaking down my front door

packed my bags to leave town in a hurry
suitcase filled with spirits and a scarf
I end up here with you, drinking in the saloon
Tie that scarf around my eyes for blind mans bluff

CHORUS
No no no I tell you we wont go
lets drink tonight and we become the curse
no no no we’ve got no place to go
down the hatch for better or for worse

everything i learned i got a scar for
plus my fathers fathers brothers neighbors wife
when i was just a youngin, i had low expectations
but my lucky knife would carve out much respect

funny thing when life it creeps up on ya
crows feet that keep walking on your face
the mirror never show it, ya never really know it
til your on a slab with rigor in a grave

CHORUS

Staring through the kitchen
dancing on the table
skillets fallin off the wall
confettis blowin up the hall
laughin at the sunrise
moon will never take it
our future is uncertain
so we fake it til we make it
spirits gettin drunk now
were punching in the dark now
Fevers growin’ rotten
tonight will be forgotten
Were running through the mazes
and all we’ve got to say is
better pour another drink cos you’ve got no time for thinking.

CHORUS

outro…...


Lucy, a story about your mother

Lucy, couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket
worked slinging drinks at a tavern by the tracks
with a 10 gallon mouth and all it attracts

Every, friday she’d sweep up the evening
into her busted dustpan
after the old timers sing free bird
all those songs you’ve heard before

She drowns out the mundane
by drinking just the same
waking up sunday with the zings
praying tomorrow will be different in all that it seems

Hey Ho what do ya know
there’s a million songs and you’ve heard em all before
nothings new so i guess it’s time to go- git git goin’
Hey Ho what do ya know
It’s the end of the world I am sure you have heard that
nothings new so i guess it’s time to go- git git goin’

Oh, what difference does it make anyway
this apathy is killing me
Oh, just like lucy,
and generations of creative minds
who like to waste their time
avoiding interactions,
this world can be one steaming big distraction

Hey Ho what do ya know
there’s a million songs and you’ve heard em all before
nothings new so i guess it’s time to go - git git goin’
Hey Ho what do ya know
It’s the end of the world I am sure you have heard that
nothings new so i guess it’s time to go - git git goin’

We run for the money but not to save our selves
We run for the money but not to save our selves
We run for the money but not to save our selves
until it’s ut oh it oh ut ut ohhh.

Lucy, is the spitting image of your mother
and the generations that came before her
that were soiled by our fathers guns,
the songs that they song,
the wars that they fought,
the freedom they bought,
but still nothing changed,
nothing was saved,
does it matter any way?
it doesnt matter any way.
of course it matters in every way.

But we’re not
not gonna change
our minds.
I said we’re not,
not gonna change our minds.

Hey Ho what do ya know
It’s the end of the world I am sure you have heard that
nothings new so i guess it’s time to go - git git goin’
Hey Ho what do ya know
there’s a million songs and you’ve heard em all before
nothings new so i guess it’s time to go - git git goin’