St Arkansas, 2002The Fevered Dream of Hernando DeSoto.In the mid-day sun, St Arkansas. Oh, the mighty road, US 49, wrote, "Not fade away." In the cool of the shade of Helena Bridge, how do you know? Why do you tease Lula so, DeSoto? Oh, de soto voce: I don't wanna know why I need you if I love you. I don't wanna know why I'll miss you if I love you. I don't wanna know why I've lost you if I love you. I don't wanna know why I found you if I love you. In the withered heart of the modern man, is there no hope to find that some things are worthy? Worthy, holy or true? Worthy, holy or true? I don't wanna know why I need you if I love you. I don't wanna know why I'll miss you if I love you. I don't wanna know why I've lost you if I love you. I don't wanna know why I found you if I love you. Worthy, holy or true. Worthy, holy or true. Worthy, holy or true. Worthy, holy or true. Writers: Thomas - Herman - Wheeler - Temple - Mehlman. ©2002 Bug Music. Lyrics by David Thomas. Slow Walking Daddy. I wear a suit and, honey, I wear a tie - yeah-yeah-yeah. I'm gonna look good each and every day I say goodbye. I love that highway, US 322 - yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah... Six miles south of Meadville, all bare cinderblocks, sitting there is Moose Lodge 2505. And outside there's a sign that says, "Good Cod Dinner, Fridays, $5.95" "Good Steakeye Dinner, Saturdays, $5.95" And it says, "Welcome." You are welcome... ...to the crazy green of the midsummer nowhere - yeah-yeah-yeah. Mr In-Between is showing up fair, four-square. I love that highway, US 322 - yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah... And I saw stars in strange constellations, trapped inside the blackness of neverending night, seen thru the pearly luminescence of shatterproof glass, framed by the wrong side of green velour and maybe it felt like home. Maybe for just a little while. I love that road, I love the way it yields to me. It sorta breathes & whispers out my name - that's how it feels. I love that highway, US 322 - yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah. Writers: Thomas - Herman - Wheeler - Temple - Mehlman. ©2002 Bug Music. Lyrics by David Thomas. Michele. I am an eraser. The sheet is nearly white, but something still nags at me. It's a smear of graphite. I think it might be you or something you said. I am an eraser. I rewrite and recast, so nothing can haunt the future of my fabulous past. My baby done told me, I have been informed, that nothing would hurt me if I had never been born. I am an eraser. My mind is a blank. I wish I could recall the one I should thank. Writers: Thomas - Herman - Wheeler - Temple - Mehlman. ©2002 Bug Music. Lyrics by David Thomas. 333. I don't care what people say - TV says it's gonna be that way. And I guess they oughta know. Make a man a boy, fish or fool. Info Babe is gonna play it cool, oh my! My home is on the moon, home is on the moon. I'm just passin thru this town - busted pier with a gang of clowns. I guess they like the view. And the sun comes up, an open can of beans. I gotta say just what it means, I know. My home is on the moon, and any day now hope will come to me. Born to cry when I oughta laugh - I'm shootin fish in a pearly bath. They think I'm keeping score. Sky is up, the sea is glue. I gotta a notion that will stick to you, mmmmm. My home is on the moon, and any day now hope will come to me. I'm just passin thru this town - a busted pier with a gang of clowns. I guess they like the view. And the sun comes up, an open can of beans. I gotta say just what it means, I know. My home is on the moon, home is on the moon. Writers: Thomas - Herman - Wheeler - Temple - Mehlman. ©2002 Bug Music. Lyrics by David Thomas. Hell. Mercy, mercy me - I'm in hell, or so it seems. My eyes are dim. I cannot see. And it feels like the earth has been raised up just to swallow in on me. Water my earth with no tears. Tell passersby just to kick the dust around - it's in hell that I am bound. Mercy, mercy me - I'm in hell, or so it seems. Writers: Thomas - Herman - Wheeler - Temple - Mehlman. ©2002 Bug Music. Lyrics by David Thomas. Lisbon. At Nervous Charlie's Fireworks & Beer, my baby told me she will not drink whiskey. I have been informed. She will not be warmed And in Lisbon, it seems, there was a carful of dreams - all of them nameless, some of them shameless. At Nervous Charlie's Fireworks & Beer, my baby told me she will not drink whiskey. Its dark liquid flame does not appeal to her. And in Lisbon, it seems, there was a carful of dreams - all of them nameless, some of them shameless. At Nervous Charlie's Fireworks & Beer, my baby done told me she does not feel frisky. I have been informed. She will not be warmed by dark liquid eyes, which do not appeal to her. But in Lisbon, it seems, there was a carful of dreams - all of them nameless, some of them shameless. Writers: Thomas - Herman - Wheeler - Temple - Mehlman. ©2002 Bug Music. Lyrics by David Thomas. Steve. Au clare de lune, a monstrous spittoon hangs in the air - while time moves slowly, and chases each moment, each shaped discretely, each one a bead. So many beads on the string that binds me, that binds me, that binds me to you. My brother Danny works in a zoo. He travels there daily for something to do, and chases each moment, each shaped discretely, each one a bead. So many beads on the string that binds me, that binds me. Time began to move so slowly. It was like I could see each moment like it was a bead. Each moment. She used to say, Dear, talk to me, please. But I'd say to her, My mind is a bank - so many pearls to keep. She said, Cut the crap, honey, that binds me, that binds me, that binds me to you. Writers: Thomas - Herman - Wheeler - Temple - Mehlman. ©2002 Bug Music. Lyrics by David Thomas. Phone Home Jonah. I lost my will by the side of the road, when it flew out the window like a bird before the rain. Up on Crystal Hill I will be crawlin around, in the dust, on my belly, when the sun goes down, sayin, Memory of you is like the mist on a river, like the hard luck story of an indian giver. It follows me around just to dog my trail, sayin, Phone home Jonah from the belly of the whale. How hard are you? I thought I could run. I thought I could hide. I thought I mighta hitched one helluva ride. I will phone home Jonah from the belly of the whale, sayin, Hang on buddy! I shoulda knowed - Memory of you is like the mist on a river, like the hard luck story of an indian giver. It follows me around just to dog my trail, sayin, How much longer can you stand to fail? How hard are you? I thought I could run. I thought I could hide. I thought I mighta hitched one helluva ride. It follows me around just to dog my trail, sayin, Phone home Jonah from the belly of the whale! How hard are you? Writers: Thomas - Herman - Wheeler - Temple - Mehlman. ©2002 Bug Music. Lyrics by David Thomas. Where's The Truth. Take my heart, take my hand, take my whole world, too. Some things are not meant to be. I cannot help it, to fall in love with you. Some things are not meant to be. Some things are not meant to be. Like that river flows, it flows into the sea. So that river goes, some things are not meant to be. I cannot help it, to fall in love with you. Writers: Thomas - Herman - Wheeler - Temple - Mehlman. ©2002 Bug Music. Lyrics by David Thomas. Dark. Oh, my friends don't understand me, and my wife begins to fear, that I've lost some sense of balance, and I've lost the will to live. And the radio, AM radio, oh, the radio will set you free. And I drive into the wilderness, and I drive to fill a sense of purpose. And I drive to find a perfect world, where I hope to build a house. And the radio, AM radio, oh the radio will set you free And the radio, AM radio, oh, the radio will set you free. And I drive because I do what I want. And I drive cuz I was born to drive. And I drive cuz every ghost town rising in the dust, feels like a home to me. And the radio, AM radio, oh, the radio will set you free. And I drive to close an open wound. And I drive just to be alone. And I drive to hear Tom Dooley swearing to his faith, that must be nearly gone. And the radio, AM radio, oh, the radio will set you free. And I drive to find a river's edge. And I drive to hear a woman crying. And I drive because I want to - I agree to pay the price. And the radio, AM radio, oh, the radio will set you free. And the radio, AM radio, oh, the radio will set you free. And I drive to feed the ring of fire. And I drive to be a one who knows. And I drive to hear a worried man recount the things he always wanted to be. And the radio, AM radio, oh, the radio will set you free. And I drive into the wilderness. and I drive to find a sense of purpose there. And I drive to find a perfect world, where I hope to build a house. And the radio, AM radio, oh, the radio will set you free. And I drive because the angels fly. And I drive because I fear the coming of the night, the fearsome night. I've agreed to pay the price. And the radio, AM radio, oh, the radio will set you free. Oh, my friends don't understand me, and my wife begins to fear, that I've lost some sense of balance, and I've lost the will to live. And the radio, AM radio, oh, the radio will set you free. Writers: Thomas - Herman - Wheeler - Temple - Mehlman. ©2002 Bug Music. Lyrics by David Thomas. |