Альбом Monsters of Folk

Dear god, I'm trying hard to reach you
Dear god, I see your face in all I do
Sometimes it's so hard to believe in
Good god I know you have your reasons

Dear god I see you move the mountains
Dear god I see you move the trees
Sometimes it's nothing to believe in
Sometimes it's everything I see

Well I've been thinking about it,
And I've been breaking it down without an answer
I know I'm thinking out loud but if your love's
Still around why do we suffer?
Why do we suffer?

Dear god, I wish that I could touch you
How strange sometimes I feel I almost do
And then I'm back behind the glass again
Oh god what keeps you out it keeps me in

Well I've been thinking about,
And I've been breaking down without an answer
I know I'm thinking out loud but if your loves
Still around why do we suffer?
Why do we suffer?

Everyone grows old on the golf course
It takes a lot of hope to grieve

Everyone gets dark and the worst part
is the way those thoughts can please you

Personality like a split screen
See yourself down on your knees

Hold out your hand
Hold out your hand, darlin'
Hold out your hand, say "please".

Everyone gives up down on hard luck
On hope, pain enough, it seems

Everyone gets lost in their own fog,
Have to wander on your lantern dreams

Say please (please)
Just say something

Speak up please
If it's what you're looking for

Hold out your hand
Hold out your hand, darlin'
Hold out your hand, say "please"

Hold out your hand
Hold out your hand, darlin'
Hold out your hand, say "please"

Well, I got a lot
Lord, I got a lotta losin'
Friends and heroes
Packin' up and movin'
And one of these days
I'll be left with nothin'
But memories and no time
So I better get
Yeah, I better get accustomed
'Cause, I got a lot
Lord, I got a lotta losin'
By and by and by and by and by

Well, we never got laid
But we had a lotta laughs, so
Runnin' like thieves through the streets of Chicago
Look at me now, I'm leanin' out of open windows, singin'
I still miss someone
So I better get,
Yeah, I better get accustomed
'Cause, I got a lot
Lord, I got a lotta losin'
By and by and by and by and by

Pickin' up speed
Pickin' up the pieces
Losin' leaves in every season
The winter ends right at my feet with
Flowers creepin' up through the crack in the concrete

Well, I got a lot
Lord, I got a lotta losin'
Friends and heroes
Packin' up and movin'
And one of these days
I'll be left with nothin'
But memories and no time
So I better get
Yeah, I better get accustomed
'Cause, I got a lot
Lord, I got a lotta losin'
By and by and by and by and by

I'm pickin' up speed
Pickin' up the pieces
Losin' leaves in every season
The winter ends right at my feet with
Flowers creepin' up through a crack in the concrete

Well, I got a lot
Lord, I got a lotta losin'
Friends and heroes
Are packin' up and movin'
One of these days
I'll be left with nothin'
But memories and no time
So I better get
Yeah, I better get accustomed
'Cause, I got a lot
Lord, I got a lotta losin'
By and by and by and by and by
By and by and by and by and by and by

puttin all my power righteous as a rose
dynamite the mountain, now i'm walkin up the road
all love we made at gun point wasn't love at all

the dancin in the valley, the moon's the mirror of all
blew open my mind now it's an empty room
swingin in the hammock, dogs are walkin cross the roof
i watch you braid your hair, you're from another time
when the earth wasn't so angry, and god was on our side

searchin' west and east
and all points in between and underneath
the lines of fog
you're there and then you're not

the mayans stole tomorrow, hid it underground
they come with heavy magnets but still hasn't been found
oh sweatin out my secrets in the the temazcal
the screamin in the calle, that a star's about to fall

lookin through the trees
cities and the seas
things we've seen
armies on the lawn
they're there and then they're gone. (repeat)

Do you like where you're living?
Do you like what you do?
Do you like what you're seeing . . .
When you're lookin' at you?
Do you like what you're saying . . .
When you open your face?
Do you got the right feeling?
Are you in the right place?

Stealin' a tusk from an elephant must make one feel creepy inside.
And although you'll boast around the fire at night . . .
That ghost will kick up a fight.
“Be gone? Be gone?”, you scream . . .
You're just some elephant dream . . .
I needed you like you needed me . . .
People, they need piano keys.

If you like where you're living . . .
If you like what you do . . .
If you like what you're seeing . . .
When you're lookin' at you . . .
If you like what you're saying . . .
When you open your face . . .
Then you got the right feeling.
You're in the right place.

“Is this right? Is this right?”
C'mon God answer tonite!
Is there some fee that you'll charge me . . .
For doin' what you thought I might?
Once you've thought long and hard about it . . .

Tell me if heads will roll
Once you've thought long and hard about it . . .
Tell me cuz I need to know . . .

Cause I like where I'm livin' . . .
And I like what I do . . .
And I like what I'm seein' . . .
When I'm lookin' at you . .
I still like what I'm saying . . .
When I open my face.
I think I got the right feeling.
I think I'm in the right place.
I think I got the right feeling.
I think I'm in the right place.

We gotta stand a little closer
To what it is we're leanin' on
Who was it that first said it?
Could it be he could be wrong
About the pilgrims and the natives
Having dinner on the lawn?

I think if I was ever king
I would buy a censorship
Where the only books upon the shelves
Were the ones that I had written
Oh, and put them up in borders, set my photo down the spine
To tell the story of the livin' without forgettin' those who'd died

And I would die a happy man
'Cause I did the best that I could do
To find a better way of leading,
Should we leave that up to you

Who was the one that said it,
Yeah the one who said it best?
You got to L-O-V-E your neighbors, at least the ones who are still left

And we gotta stand a little closer
To the lessons that we've learned
Is it just a premonition?
Could we really get ourselves both burned?
I've been sent here on a mission to find what we agree upon
We don't agree about September,
Could we agree on Vietnam?

I think if I was ever publisher I'd buy a pirate ship
Where the mission at each position is to shoot and to kick
Clean the photos up a little, censor the ship out of it
So when we put it up in borders, turn a profit on the trip
Charge the public for the overhead of 1492
And if they need a better reason tell them we got livin' proof

And I would die a happy man
'Cause I did the best that I could do
To find a better way of leading,
Should we leave that up to you

Who was it that said it?
Yeah that's what I'm trying to say
You got to L-O-V-E your neighbors, at least the ones that live today
Hey, hey

Don't ever buy nothing from a man named Truth.
Don't ever buy nothing from a man named Truth.
I'll tell you right now that it ain't no use.
Don't ever buy nothing from a man named Truth.

Pain was hunting me down, but I gave him the slip.
I left the city through a tunnel and I headed for the sticks
With oregano oil and a morphine drip.
Pain was hunting me down, but I gave him the slip.

And I feel in love with identical twins,
They'd lived 35 summers between the two of them.
I gave one my ego, gave one my id.
Yeah I gotta get back to my pretty little twins.

Don't ever buy nothing from a man named Truth.
Don't ever buy nothing from a man named Truth.
I'll tell you right now that it ain't no use.
Don't ever buy nothing from a man named Truth.

I was lost for a year in those almond trees.
The sun was rising in the South and setting in the East.
I was half awake, I was half asleep.
I thought I would never get out of those almond trees.

So don't think too slow in the syrupy sun.
You'll get buried alive when the caterpillars come.
Tapping your time on a Conga drum.
Don't think too slow in the syrupy sun.
M!

I met a black skinned man with an ice cream grin.
And a blone Afghan with that heroin.
We moved to the mountains where the highway ends.
And I got myself that ice cream grin.

So don't search too long for that Aztec gold.
Like old Cortez, gonna lose your soul.
Turn an honest man into Diablo.
Don't trade your soul for no Aztec gold.

Don't ever buy nothing from a man named Truth.
Don't ever buy nothing from a man named Truth.
Don't ever buy nothing from a man named Truth.

I learned a good way (good way)
I learned a good way (good way)
I learned a good way of saying goodbye

I learned a good way (good way)
I learned a good way (good way)
You taught me everything I know about taking other people for a ride
And I just wanted to take the time to thank you for that gift tonight

I learned a good way (good way)
I learned a good way (good way)
I learned a good way of saying goodbye

I learned a good way (good way)
I learned a good way (good way)
You taught me everything I know about taking other people for a ride
And I just wanted to take the time to thank you for that gift tonight

Another perfect day
They keep pilin' up
I got happiness that I can maintain
So beginner's luck

I had shoes to fill
Walkin' barefoot now
Can't tell north from south
But no split hair's gonna get me down

Stayin' above the flat line
I'm ahead of the curve
Take a piece of the sunshine with me
On a redeye flight to another world

It isn't any trouble
If you wanna come with me
I know it's out of the question, honey
But I sure could use the company
And a place to be

Now the sky is pink
Rooftop swimmin' pool
I'm not carefree, no
I'm free to care
I just never do

All the bags are checked
And the reasons why
Yesterday lingers on
That's the piece you keep when you say goodbye

You can get what you want now
Knock it out of the park
Bury it by the river, easy
There's a search party but it's getting dark

I won't hold you to nothin'
I wanna make that plane
Probably end up a stranger and crazy
But I'm still hopin' there's another way
And a place to stay

What the scene has got too sentimental
When the night comes
When the night comes loose
All the things you put upon the mantle
What a shame
What a shame
It's old news

I'm stayin' above the flatline
I'm ahead of the curve
Take a piece of the sunshine with me
On an all-night drive to another world

You can get what you want now
Knock it out of the park
Probably end up a drifter and lonely
But I'm still hoping for a change of heart
And a place
A place
A place
To start

Slow down Jo
Anybody ever tell you that you move too fast?
Anybody ever tell you how to make a good thing last?
Cuz it ain't like that . . .

First you gotta slow down Jo.
Last night I was talking to some friends of mine.
A.J.'s afraid you're gonna kill your time or lose your mind.

If you don't slow down Jo.
Anybody ever tell you if you lose the knack.
Anybody ever tell you that it's true
You can get it back?
But not like that . . .

It ain't by kicking down the walls & pissing off your friends.
Every time the cards don't fall your way.
It ain't by poking out your eyes when you see something you don't like.
Even your mama said she don't want to see you spent at 25,
So come on Jo stay alive . . .

comin home alone at night i'm so scared!
turn on all the lights, check underneath the stairs
open all the closets, make sure they're no monsters in there!
livin in a small house, it's fairly easy to check.
if i were livin in a mansion, i'd probably just sleep out on the deck.
heaving on the boulder, just trying to moce it an inch...
i think i'm gettin closer, i think i'm gettin bolder...
but then it starts to slip...amd i keep makin the same old faces again.

partyin with strangers or stickin with close friends instead...
it don't matter what you're doin, as long as you're losin your head.
out ridin the range, or layin with you here in bed...
it don't matter what i'm doin, as long as i'm losing my head.

way back when the smallest trip was the greatest quest.
now sometimes i get bored, even tho i know i'm blessed.
comin and goin like we do it's hard to keep friends I know firsthand...
i'm tired of doing nothin, feel like we should be makin plans.
we need a little thrill i can see it in our faces-
yeah- turn off the tv set.
the feeling of adventure, i think we all remember it.

partyin with strangers or stickin with close friends instead...
it don't matter what i'm doin, as long as i'm losing my head.
out ridin the range, or layin with you here in bed...
it don't matter what i'm doin, as long as i'm losing my head.

just because it's not accepted, doesn't mean it ain't allright.
just another frozen kid who's tryin to make it thru tonite.
ordinary pens and notebooks, ain't no ordinary life.
all the freaked out measure i took tryin to make you sickos smile.

ordinary don't mean nothin no-how- look what's ordinary now
it's got a magic marker stain on its face and it needs a shower.

there's somethin sweet- waiting in the center: taste and see!
there's somethin sweet- waiting in the center-
don't nobody look at me! don't nobody look at me!

ordinary don't mean nothin no-how- look what's ordinary now
it's got a magic marker stain on its face and it needs a shower.

how many licks does it take to get...? taste and see!
how maky licks does it take to get- to the center where there's somethin sweet!

to the center wher there's somethin sweet!

ordinary don't mean nothin no-how- look what's ordinary now
ordinary don't mean nothin no-how- look what's ordinary now
ordinary don't mean nothin no-how- look what's ordinary now
ordinary don't mean nothin no-how- look what's ordinary now
look what's ordinary now
look at ordinary now

There's a map of the world on the wall in your room
Green pins where you want to go
White pins where you've been, there isn't even ten
and your already feeling old

Pretty faces stare back from a magazine stack
That you read when you're feeling bored
Look through a telescope lens it doesn't make sense
You think you've been there before

Some far off feeling, some up close kind of ache
A wide screen reason to look the other way

There's a place by the lake that you go when its late
In the summer when the crowds are gone
You sit all alone with your thoughts getting stoned
Just waiting for some peace to come

Like the thing that you tried that you thought that you liked
For a minute then it all felt wrong
So you change it again all your clothes, all your friends
It's the same as it ever was

That far off feeling, that up close kind of ache
Some wide screen reason to look the other way

It's the road that you paved over indian graves
and you wonder why your dreams are crazed
So you cling to wife, your kids, your life
There's nothing that your gonna save

Put the razor to your face, hot water for a shave
Kill the shadow of yesterday
Clean shirt, clean pants, clean slate, second chance
You're going by another name

Some far off feeling, an up close kind of ache
That instant karma always comes to late

The brakeman is letting off some steam
This has to be the slowest train that I have ever seen
And the sandman's waiting to deliver me my dream
Guess I'll lay my head against my elbow and the window
An' watch the wheels go, watch the wheels go…

Roll on; roll on, on the train
Brakeman, blow your whistle, throw your weight upon that chain
Make way, or whatever will be will be
Between the sandman, the brakeman, and me

And the sandman's waiting to deliver me my dream
Deliver me my dream, deliver me my dream today
Guess I'll lay my head against my elbow and the window
Let my wheels go, let my wheels go…

Roll on; roll on, on the train
Brakeman, blow your whistle, throw your weight upon that chain
Make way, or whatever will be will be
For the sandman, the brakeman, and me

Roll on; roll on, on the train
Brakeman, blow your whistle, throw your weight upon that chain
Make way, or whatever will be will be
For the sandman, the brakeman, and me

mohammed rolling dice with christ at twilight...
and they hear their master's voice.. they run to do their chores...
at master's calling.
their job tonite: re-write the bible...
for a whole new generation of non-believers.

the pastor screams out to the crowd:
“there's evil that must be put down!”
and it touches the soldier boy... he heeds his master's voice...
his life is calling.
sweet soldier boy.. the speaker is bleeding...
he hears his master's voice... do you hear your master's voice?
CALLING... like the lady siren's call.

sweet soldier quiet- just staring at the ceiling...
and he hears his master's voice... he hears the call to war...
the siren's singing.
out on the line- there's something that strikes his side...
and he sees his inner child... he hears his mother's voice...
softly calling.
spirit soldiers mother hovers... she holds up a paper cup...
and the sound of life and love fills her ear.

you're only gonna hear what you want to hear..
do you hear your master's voice now?

mohammed and christ speak twice as nice...
but the one that i like best- he sings inside my chest...
i hear my master's voice now...
calling out.. calling out.. calling out... calling out..........