In the Big Easy all the bugs is crazy
They are monsters in the rain
The river is in the air
There's nothing else to breath
The river flows through the air.
Blood is in my veins
And the veins are in my head
There's nothing left to find
No trails left to find
No trails left to find!
Happy Francis said to Billy Two Toes
Live free or die!
Where to turn I don't know
Says Billy For I am blind
Did somebody mention
Or did anybody say
That I was not born to feel this way?
Happy Francis said to Billy Two Toes
Live free or die!
I count fifteen monkeys on a dead man's chest
Pour another drink
We'll discuss the rest
It never rains that it does not pour
I bought you a ring at the Itchy Store.
I got twenty-seven people working on my soul
Seventeen miners digging for my gold
Thirteen women hanging on my back
I got a little bit of soul
I call it rock n roll.
I count them one
And I count them all
I should've run but I could not crawl
Fifteen monkeys and an open door
Matchstick box gotta hold my clothes.
Find another man who will look like me
You can nail him to the top of a Fuzzy Tree.
Little Sister
Brother Ray is on the phone
Calling from the desert
He says The stars are falling from the sky Out here coming all apart.
Little Sister
He says the Greyhound is leaving
He's gotta go
There's lamplight halos in the orange grove
There's a holy water mist rising in the evening.
Little Sister
He says he's gone to work a deal in heaven
He says he sees Soda Mountain
In the moonlight
He says Yeah yeah yeah.
Mary Lou my love come down here
Watch the river flow
See which way the water goes.
I know what to do
I know what must be done
Why is it every time I think about you
that I must see a gun?
Do you know why?
In the night
Will we build our new home?
How in the dark
Will we build our new home?
How in the dark?
Maybe I will miss you
Maybe the day will be long
Maybe the darkness
Won't hide what we've done.
Mary Lou come down to the river
Mary Lou see your fate
Mary Lou will you watch me drown
Or honey will you run
Before it's too late?
And in the night will we build our new home?
And in the night will we build our new home?
And in the night will we build our new home?
How in the dark will we build our home?
When will they start to laugh
How will their pity show?
When does the confusion stop
How soon do you think
They will know?
Deborah you know me too well
You're a lucky girl that way
So many years have been kind to you
Didn't we swear we'd meet again?
Wasn't it supposed to be twelve years ago
We agreed to gather at the Blue Hole?
To see the way time had changed who we were?
Surely we would know each other still.
No one knows how deep the Blue Hole goes
It's said to be a mystery that way
It's like you're looking through a veil of indigo
It's the surge of vertigo I fear and that's no mystery.
You knew me when I was younger
You knew me when I was thin
You knew me when I was handsome
Wasn't I Deborah?
Robert says they closed the Blue Hole years ago
Maybe something at the trout farm next door went weird
You never know I guess it's safe to say that you'll never know
It's funny that I never thought to ask him how
Now I'd like to know
How you can close such a deep hole
and forget it.
Deborah you know me so well
You're a lucky girl that way
Deborah you know me too well
Let's not meet again.
Neon bounced against the window
Against the glass and left a shadow
Where would a pink spider go?
How would it hide in this room?
I don't know.
It occurs to me
Funny how it seems
The longer that I stare...
Where would a pink spider go
Where would it hide in this room?
Ain't no wrecks like train wrecks
They don't make wrecks like that anymore
Honey it's something to aim for
It's something to aim for
It sure is something to aim for.
Maybe I will miss you
I don't know
But there's a foggy day in Nebraska
With an open road
And there's a town called Lodgepole.
I think I know
I think I know where I will go
A big truck shimmers and shimmies
In the mirror
At the vanishing point.
In the last minute of the first hour
That I met you
I knew this was gonna be no good
This was gonna chew me up
This was gonna spit me out.