Lyrics
Album: Rain and Rivers
Bottleneck Blues
The song that I wrote on the back of the ship,
sounds just like a suicide note that Sylvia Plath would have written to poor Virginia Wolfe
well it looks pretty good dressed up in them chords, but a song is poem, is a heart floor
the best ones write where others, they fear to go
Watchin’ her sing along to songs she knows
and all that I could do, all that I could say, all that i could do
was let her pray
All is quiet on the western bank of the Ganges river and the deep blue veins of India
where I write my letters home
and I know damn well they wont make it close
it’s the bottleneck blues of a southern ghost
that comes right out of this busted radio
Watchin’ her sing along to songs she knows
No love could land lock me, but your love
A Line in the Sand
Blood is frozen where it stands , you’re holdin’ your own insides in
and I’m sorry, yes I am
but it was you who forced my hand, some young gun fighter on the lam
and I’m sorry, yes I am…
Oh your heart was a reckless, wounded, lonesome dove
was there nothing that i could have done to keep you away from here?
Oh tonight we’ll see oceans where there once were none
in the desert you see what you want, and who’s to say your wrong
We scatter ashes to the wind, we live for god to die in sin
and I don’t know who we look to, maybe god
too much death and too much blood for one young man to fall in love
and I don’t know, maybe Mark Twain, maybe not…
If you poison the vessel do you poison the soul?
(I want to know)
If god made all his demands and drew a line right in the sand
I don’t know where I would…
(where I would stand)
Till My Heart Gives Out…(Mountain Song)
I’m at best with a pen in my hand, or at the helm of a jukebox that’s playin’ Waylon Jennings
as the lap steel sings out through the night, and my drink is letting me down
The reckless abandon of teenage drunk driving, ok..we’ll turn the radio up
and we wont remember, but they won’t forget the rhyme, the reason, the message was sent
and it said “How long till I see my mountains again?”
I said “How long till my heart gives out, and the drinks kick in?”
Well my hero liveth in sleeping bags and railroad cars
on tavern cots and upper drugs
(Ruck Sack Bodhisattva)
Your well earned guitar hands,
Val you know me better than anyone, so what should I do?
Now that the rain is really comin’ down
and your heart is like a freight train on its way out of town
You can take your midnight drives, you can be the last to leave
You can sleep with your boots on, tattoo your heart to your sleeve
it really makes no difference and you knew it all along
it’s the words that you say, not the ones in your songs
Down the Tracks
I remember this house, I remember these walls
I remember climbin’ these stairs up to my room to write my younger songs
I remember this house when it was still a home,
now the picture frames are facing down and the halls echo on and on
It’s a hard days runnin’ when you have to leave
You’ve bet too much to get your money back
So I’ll bury my drink and pay my tab
and I’ll see you down the tracks
I remember this house when it was still a home
the windows are dark and the family is gone and I’m stretched out on the lawn
“just look at those stars”, they were the same when we were born
the only thing that’s changed is the world below
and the halls echo on and on…
Your Style
The Devil, well she’s got your eyes
and I love how she was always stoned
I loved you, and I loved your style
and I love how you were always so stoned
I was lost, I was so lost
In the cold, on my own
I was so lost
Another Bar in TX
Coyotes cross the highway, the wolves of Mexico
and I pray to god they make it across the road
If your sendin’ free drinks my way, it wont get you that far
as I listen to her songs out in the car
All we had was love, all we lacked was mercy
All we had was love, all we lacked was Codein
The devil, he will buy souls, but I’m buyin’ all your drinks
and I hope to god that isn’t what you think
Youre waiting for the check to clear, but the money it comes slow
and a watch it as you’re walking out the door
Another night, Another bar in Texas
Another night, Another night alone
I don’t think that I can take the road…
Sunday Nights
Sunday night and I’m alone
here it comes, that wrecking ball
a letter for to dress me
I retreat to the kitchen floor
to see you read my effigy
you know that is a blessing
I don’t want to love if I don’t have to
I don’t want to love you if I can get away with it
You wander the campus at night
sleeping in the library
the perfume of the rotting books
and you’d trade all your darkness for light
if it meant a goodnight sleep and you could go on singing
Sing your songs with your sorrows
Tell the girl how you feel for once,
it’s the wood smoke in the attic, it’s the old men who have had it
it’s a cross to bear and love
Spoils of War
Shelter the songwriters, with their petti coats and taps
rollin’ their smokes in a thick wood outside of Concord, Mass
They know not the spoils of war
or the comfort of a passenger car
no, they walk the tracks
The captain’s heart was never in the war,
it’s those romantic boys that followed his sword
The captain has left the battlefield tonight
he’s sent too many boys out there to die
The fabled double Bourbons of a drunk novelist,
he’s the martyr of American Night
well he pissed in the river last night
Publish or perish, he knows the score
and he watches those girls as they walk out the door
and into the night
Come on Lord, down through valley
Come on and take me out to the sea
Come on boys, man the torpedos!
I’ll give em’ hell before they get to me
The Riverbed
There was a girl back in my town
and she would pull the stars down low
she’d leave you dancin’
There were nights I was on my own
and I would brave the highways
for the road was lonesome
Oh the river was rushin’ down!
My veins were creek water cold,
she made a snow drift of my heart
she left me down low
The city waits for your return
she wakes her avenues and stirs
she opens up her arms
Tributaries
We walked it down to the edge of the bridge
we both held hands and we both slit our wrists
Watch as it carries blood out to the sea
you might lose it all girl, but you wont lose me
We drank the bottle, the bottle drank us
winter was coming, you were sleeping it off
John Berryman wrote it all down
you might lose it all girl, but you wont be found
I was in love…
We were staying at Hotel Chevalier
Paris in summer, what more could you say?
I was too drunk to get us out of this town
you might lose it all girl, but you wont be found
I was in love…
Your Existential Hero
There were those nights, there were those long nights
alcohol into the blood, the blood into the sink
baby I will carry you, if you will hold on to me
I aint no ghost, I aint no ghost yet
your initials carved deep in my bone
drink a bottle of wine at a mom and pop’ graveyard
and wander the rows all alone
But you’ve got me wrong, you’ve got me all wrong
if you think that that’s me in them songs
it’s the girl she was, it’s the relationship that won’t be
if that tells you anything
Oh, I have been lovin’ you maybe too long (to stop)
Punches were thrown as we rung in the New Year
a backyard fight, and a black eye
and I watched as they carried you to car
I hope to god you’re alright
But you’ve got me wrong, you’ve got me all wrong
if you think that that’s me in them songs
it’s the hero I was , it’s the villain I might be
if that tells you anything…
The Wolves
Mary Lee, your ghost is silent
you’re leavin’ me to my own devices
Your records they ring through the halls of a house
that used to me our home
Your side of the bed, now it is cold
there are rooms in this house that I don’t dare to go
I’m drinking this over cause sleepin’ gets old
the spirits in the bottle are the only I know
The House where we lived, I’ll burn it down
The Tree that we carved, I’ll cut it down
The Records you love, I’ll throw them out
for you girl
Bury me in the prose that you wrote
the wolves they sing from the woods to the country road
cause they know, as I know
life is a howl
the moon, it will bring the life of the living back out
Don’t Give Up The Ghost Too Soon
She Will Find Her Way Back Home…..