Truth, love, peace, joy
There’s no easier way
To come together
Life, soul, learn, grow
There’s no easier way to come together
Still A Fool
I can feel my veins full of alcohol
I can see my name and the glorious fall to the bottom
Back to the start
Somewhere down there I feel at home
And I’ve numbed myself for way too long
Chorus
Good thoughts strengthen and bad thoughts weaken
And the past belongs with the pain
Searching the dark for that sought after spark
I’m still a fool but I’m out of the rain
So I’m headed down south where the air is warm
And the smiles come free and accompanied
By that sweet country girl charm
Heavy Rebel Feeling
Sitting on a beach in carlisle bay
Sippin on sugar cane brandy
Red man serving up a dish of fish
Sippin on sugar cane brandy
Chasing jac around trying to steal a kiss
Sippin…
Last day in paradise winding up like this
Sippin…
Gonna call my momma gonna tell her the truth
Gonna let her know what a girl like you
Does to a guy like me right here
How you take me in and you dissappear
I got a heavy rebel feeling and I’m in my prime
Pan pun de sand on Weiser’s Bay
Sippin…
Sun goes down girls come to play
Sippin…
Room full of conch, battey for days
Sippin…
American boys on a bajan craze
Sippin…
Close your eyes and go away with me
To an island just across the sea
Rooster on the move, feeling out the groove
Better clear the path, soka junkies comin through
Gotta heavy rebel feeling and I’m in my prime
Pretend You’re Dead
A single black tear streamed down her cheek
One more cry over me
She said I’m sorry I ever met you
And there’s nothing you can do
So I’ll just pretend you’re dead
Took an autumn walk through a cemetery
Laid yellow roses by your grave
The sun shines, but I wish it was raining
To wash you out of my head
So I just pretend you’re dead
I can’t see you anymore
And when I do you look like any other whore
So I’ll just pretend you’re dead
Sweet Emilie
I just saw your name tonight
Written in the stars
Soft white winter lights go bright as the snow covers the yard
How I want to hold you tight and tell the world you’re mine
Rub you down after the fight
Ease your golden mind
Think it over…
Everything will be alright
Take it easy…
Sweet emilie
Queen of cups politely bows for the coming of the spring
Healing moon ain’t a day too soon, fixes everything
So I dream of your eyes again as your hair blows across your face
Your soft sweet fingers entwined in mine and the sweetness of your taste
Sous La Lune Belle
Took a night train to Nantes
Brave the black silent distance
For a piece of my soul
That I lost in the resistance
But I found out…sous la lune belle
Wipe the rain from my eyes
Enter calm, cool, collected
Found a blond in Montmarte
Gained a fresh new perspective
Ouais,ouais, ces’t jeudi soir, danser avec clemence
She put me under her spell
Slither, come hither across the crowded floor
I didn’t know that she had more
Black Scorpio
Black scorpio, three skulls laughing on the wall
Bitches cackle up and down the hall
Black Scorpio, angel face broken by a drunken fall
From a thousand miles I heard her call, my love
Bring me down to my knees
See her sparkle in the hot midnight
Spider fingers wanna hold on tight, black scorpio
Black Scorpio, felt your stinger driving through my chest
Ruined my party, poisoned all the guests, come on
Black Scorpio, I ain’t scared no more
Light the fire, settle up the score, come on
And bring me down to my knees
I Had A Dream
I had a dream I did not believe but It was over
In my dream I was ascending you were stalling
The company of zombies and vampires seems to suit you
And you can’t let go
Listen up boy, I should know
James river brown
Water over rocks produces song sounds
My friends are in but they may the death of my opinion
I pause to breathe but I can feel the fear slowly creeping
Wichita Star
A slow refrain from mid summer rain
A calloused heart hides from the pain
Slider on the ground
Dancing to the sound
Too low to wear the crown
Too high to settle down
For my Wichita star…
Full moon blooms
Across the room
Rainbow stars
T. rex cars
With your retro eyes
And your raccoon tail
Farmer’s straw
South winds prevail
My Wichita star
Guts, Blood, Metal, Mud
Hello my friends we meet again
Are you weary from your travels?
Sit a spell, drink from the well
And polish up your saddle
For the tale I tell, I love so well
It might just take a while
Please look around this hallowed ground
Enjoy our southern style
In 64 the gods of war brought two great armies here
And they settled down just east of town to wait it out in fear
For six long weeks the boredom creeps into the brains of brave men
As the guts, blood, metal, and mud gathered all around them
4 tons of gunpowder tore a hole in the ground
And soldiers moved quickly and gathered around
The guts, blood, metal, and mud
As black and white bodies shed the same red blood
In 54 they said no more to separate but equal
A change was born the land was torn and ignorance spread evil
You hear the white folks jewelry jangle as they crossed the bridge and sneered
They settled down just north of town to wait it out in fear
They built a white flight fancy town and hid behind their steeples
As the guts, blood, metal, and mud frightened all the people
But on Halifax St. there’s a boy on his knees
Crying for your help but you refuse to see
The guts, blood, metal, and mud
Gathered around him where there should be love
Appomatox Run
It’s been 3 days sail up this river
Ain’t a savage here in sight
I came here for the big payoff and I ain’t leaving without a fight
Big loud guns that choke and kill
Metal blades that hack and spill
Red blood of Americans
Oh no boys here they come now
Powhatan don’t look that tough
Oh no boys don’t look now
But things are getting rough
I think we got in way over our heads
There were no stars in the sky that night
But the sun came up the same
Bloody hands slew a bloody heart and everybody went insane
Do the Appomattox run it’s all just for fun
Til somebody loses their head
It’s a simple act of war
Chalk it up, even the score
They’ll keep on at it til we’re dead
This sandbox don’t look so bad
But it’s hot to the touch
Cheney says it’s going well
But the truth talks too much
Dragon
One day in late September I relived a day in mid june
She numbed the finger and the danger caught a ride with the spoon
Keep your hands off my stash because it’s mine, girl
Controlling slowly what we hide inside like dreams to a witch
She haunts the haunted, always wanted, yeah, addiction’s a bitch