Her Hands Will Feed Your Mule
© 2008
She’s walking through the meadow
She staggers all alone
The asters bloom below her
Her breath cuts to the bone/
You watch her from your fortress
She’s a vision in your mind
Her eyes are bleeding for you
But she will not go blind/
Her hands will feed your mule
Her hands will feed your mule
Her hands will feed your mule
Her hands will feed your mule/
She rises from the gutter
In a purple velvet coat
She mutters something softly
You touch her trembling throat/
And she can see right through you
Like a psychic through a pet
Perhaps she can renew you
So you give her your regret/
Her hands will feed your mule
Her hands will feed your mule /
Her hands will feed your mule
Her hands will feed your mule/
She rises from the ruin
Of every dead disguise
And all the faded wisdom
Surrounded by your spies/
You peel away her surface
You throw out every rule
Her eyes are looking at you
Her hands will feed your mule
Playtime
© 2008
I see you standing there
Your finger on the pulse
Of something nothing can tear from you/
And when there is no way
Up out of this decay
I know that I can play with you/
I like to play with you
Pretend to pray with you
Then go astray with you
With you/
Do you like to play with me?
I like to play with you/
Just steal away with you/
I see you in my dreams
You see me on the bus
With no one left to trust but you/
And to your man’s dismay
We met the other day
And I know that I can play with you/
I like to play with you
I’m broke, can I stay with you
Just for a day or two?
With you/
Do you like to play with me?
I like to play with you/
Get old and gray with you/
I see you standing there
You see me on the floor
You know I went through your drawer, but you/
To your very own dismay
Still like me anyway
And I know that I can play with you/
I like to play with you
On a working day with you
Kill your fiancée with you
With you/
Do you like to play with me?
I like to play with you/
In the USA with you
Small Apocalypse
© 2008
Every single moment is a small apocalypse
And we’re all a part of it
Every single moment is a small apocalypse
And we’re all a part of it/
There’s a mannequin holding out its hand again
Begging for an idiot’s forgiveness
Walking down the street with a buck forty, I’ll be fucked shortly
But I can still win until then/
If you see my face on the subway
Don’t tell the pigs if it wasn’t on a poster
If you plead my case on a Monday
Don’t blame the table for a drink without a coaster/
Every single moment is a small apocalypse
And we’re all a part of it
Every single moment is a small apocalypse
And we’re all a part of it/
There’s a born again Christian, high on Sudafed
Pissing on a druid’s head, Buddha’s dead
Walking in the rain with a rainbow
Wishing I was sane but the pain still came slow/
If you see my face on the TV
Don’t tell the pigs if I’m hiding in your basement
Looking at the world through a smokescreen
In a broke dream so clean and complacent
You Will Be So Happy
© 2008
Choking on a wishbone
Pop another sin in the God machine
Watch it come out so fresh and clean/
Standing on the corner
Keep my hood up and my head down too
So cameras can’t see just what I do/
You will be so happy someday
You will be so happy someday
You will be so happy someday
You will be so happy/
It’s half past midnight and I’m
Creeping past the searchlights
Looking for a dream deferred
A prayer no one’s said/
Sleeping in a motel
Dreaming bout a hooker down in New Orleans
Who look like a girl from the magazines/
Spitting out the poison
Walking down the street in a dead man’s coat
Digging on a song that a dead man wrote/
You will be so happy someday
You will be so happy someday
You will be so happy someday
You will be so happy/
It’s half past midnight
And your skirt is only skin tight
I wanna make love to the space
Between thoughts in your head/
Judge hits the gavel
Making license plates as the day goes by
Stamped with words ‘live free or die’/
Waiting for the sunrise
I’m back in the world with some brand new shoes
And a fistful of nothing lose/
You will be so happy someday
You will be so happy someday
You will be so happy someday
You will be so happy/
It’s half past midnight and I’m
Creeping past the searchlights
Looking for a dream deferred
The comfort of your bed
Lady Luck
© 2008
If you still love me, please let me know
If you still love me, please let me know
If you still love me, please let me know
If you still love me, please let me know/
Lady Luck, my soul’s on ice
Lady Luck, when I roll these dice
Lady Luck, will you be on my side/
Lady Luck, my streak’s gone cold
Lady Luck, if I don’t fold
Lady Luck, will you be on my side
Maybe It’s Maybe
© 2008
Sinister reminders of your imitation face
I put on my blinders but I can’t remove the taste
Something’s close behind us, so impossible to trace
Maybe it’s maybe or maybe it’s not/
Put a quarter in the monkey
And I will surely dance for you
Is it the pussy or the sunshine
That makes me do what I’ll do?/
Tell the streets that call you lay down and go to sleep
There’s money there, but not enough to sacrifice the sheep
To a wolf whose riches just reveal him to be cheap
Maybe it’s maybe or maybe it’s not/
Blowing lines off the dresser
Of some motel with drawn blinds
It took 3 shots to undress her
It took 3 more to clear my mind/
If god is my witness, hell, I hope She don’t see this
I will hold your sickness while you float away to piss
And watch you come back to me like a Goddess through this mist
Maybe it’s maybe or maybe it’s not/
Put a quarter in the monkey
And I will surely call your name
Such an acrobatic addict
So unknown and so untame
Sara’s Wet Dream
© 2008
When you see me on black leather couch
Burgundy smoking jacket circa 1962
Jezebel, my pet tiger, purring at my feet
You know what I’m about
Sincerity to the power of love
Sincerity to the power of love
You see love is like pie
Soft and delicious, thick and nutritious, hot and suspicious
Love is also like the number pi
Irrational and infinite
And when you add ‘r squared’ to the equation?
It all comes full circle
Right back to you, bitch
Yeah/
Is there any chance
That with just one glance
I could get them pants
Down Sara, sweet Sara?/
And if I gave you drugs
Wrapped in Persian rugs
Would you give me hugs
Sweet Sara, my Sara?/
When you see me in my black marble pool
Nude but for a top hat and a feather boa
You know what I’m about
Sincerity to the power of love
You see love is like wine
Sometimes it’s expensive and other times it comes in a box
But when it comes a box, baby?
We’re all gonna have a good time
Yeah
Is there anyone
That could have more fun
With a loaded gun
Than Sara, sweet Sara?/
And if you take my hand
I will love you and
We’ll be rich and tanned
Sweet Sara, my Sara?/
Blue
© 2008
I know how to say goodbye
In countless different languages
It’s strange how you still cannot cry
Each tear duct strains and languishes/
Blue Hawaii stains the tongue
A darker rum, a punctured lung
You tell me you know why I’ve come
You tell me you know why I’ve come/
Blue/
I know how to pass you by
When nothing really matters much
And rubies rain down from the sky
Into your hungry, tattered clutch/
Blue Hawaii, take my soul
Out to the sea, so deep below
A place where I can never go
A comfort we will never know/
Blue/
I know how to cut this pie
To pieces till it has no worth
You hold my hand, you roll the die
Into the murk of afterbirth/
Blue Hawaii on my mind
The more I see, the more I’m blind
You step ahead, I fall behind
You raise the dead, I walk the line/
Blue
Everything’s Falling
© 2008
Lucid dreaming in the sun
Take the safety off the gun
Little one, your on your own
Look back and you’ll turn to stone/
Everything’s falling
Everything’s falling
Everything’s falling
Down, down, down, down/
Laying mortar on the bricks
Come to me to get your fix
I’ll leave no mark on your vein
So no one will know that you came/
Everything’s falling
Everything’s falling
Everything’s falling
Down, down, down, down/
Plastic meltdown on the shore
Nothing’s sacred anymore
You wonder if it ever was
You wonder if it’s all because/
Everything’s falling
Everything’s falling
Everything’s falling
Down, down, down, down
Nobody Loves You
© 2008
I don’t know what you’re tripping about
But it sure do seem to me
That every time you lose your mind
I gotta go out and find it for you
I gotta go out and find it for you
I gotta go out and find it for you/
I don’t know what your problem is
But I got problems too
And every time you steal my heart
I’m forced to steal it right back from you
I’m forced to steal it right back from you
I’m forced to steal it right back from you/
You say no one knows your name
And nobody wants you
Cuz nobody loves you/
You think everyone’s the same
And nobody wants you
Cuz nobody loves you/
I don’t know what you’re tripping about
But it sure do seem to me
You’re wasting every breath you take
And I’m caught up in useless waiting
I’m caught up in useless waiting
I’m caught up in useless waiting/
Your tits are fake, your dreams are real
I guess your self-esteem
Is low enough to open up
Fuck me and then make a scene
Screw me and then make the scene
Douse your dress in gasoline/
You say no one knows your name
And nobody wants you
Cuz nobody loves you/
You think everyone’s the same
And nobody wants you
Cuz nobody loves you/
This is the part of the song
That sounds like we’re on depressing drugs
We’re on depressing drugs
Leave us alone, the drugs are depressing
Grind
© 2008
You’re so fine, baby let me touch you
I’ll make you mine, I’ll ride you into the sunset
Should you cross the line nothing will crush you
Such a perfect crime, such a perfect mind
I wanna grind you/
Back, forth, side to side
Go back and forth and side to side
Go back, forth, side to side
Go back and forth and side to side/
I, I, I wanna grind you
I, I, I wanna grind you/
Jump in my broken spaceship
I’ll touch your thigh, I’ll let you touch my gearshift
You’re so sly, you’re so beautifully gifted
The world is dry, we’re wet and high
And I wanna grind you/
Back, forth, side to side
Go back and forth and side to side
Go back, forth, side to side
Go back and forth and side to side/
I, I, I wanna grind you
I, I, I wanna grind you/
Blisters
© 2008
I rambled into town on a freight train
With a neon green Flying V on my back
Playing classic Oasis songs to the hobo girls in thongs
Drinking Thunderbird and yodeling in the food court/
John Henry was a Jetta-driving I-Fuck
And Stackolee robbed Chipotle with his Glock
In the delta with the blues, watching the scrawl across Fox News
Smoking heroin in the 7-11 parking lot/
My home is in the Blue Ridge Mountains
I got a Blackberry banjo backwoods PS5
At the Cineplex mining coal, at the crossroads I sold my soul
For a lower APR Old Navy credit card
Poison Pen
© 2008
Hot foot powder at my door
How can you still be so sure?/
Of a stolen glance trapped by circumstance
Shot between the eyes again
Dream’s antiquity only rich men see
Signed off with a poison pen/
I am charcoal, you are blank
The world is flat and we’re a tank/
In somebody’s brain, we could cause them pain
Or we could try to help them mend
Would it give you pause if you could make the laws
And sign them with a poison pen?/
Set the main sail straight ahead
Scale the beams of infrared/
Useless prophecies creep in like disease
Like a helping hand to lend
I went south and you did what you needed to
And signed off with a poison pen
Little Moonbeam
© 2008
Little moonbeam, little one
Hold me closely, kiss me deep
Like a daydream’s reflected sun
I’m not worried, there’s no hurry at all/
Your soft, pale rays reveal this maze
And I will follow you/
Winter’s castle, we’re snowed in
It’s no hassle, warmth of skin
Just like that old record said
We’ll share the comfort of my single bed and glide/
On nights that gaze through lazy days
Will you follow me?/
Little moonbeam, little one
I will protect you and keep you near
Like a daydream’s reflected sun
The moon will be the sunlight’s mirror we see/
Though no one knows just how love grows
We will follow it
The Only Thing
© 2008
The only thing we have is love
Lyrics
Small Apocalypse Album Lyrics