Calico

Your house was a good one

Though the yard was overgrown

And your shirts were all tailored

And my dresses were all calico

Oh, your bed was always covered

The black pants you wouldn't ware

That was part of the pattern

And it fit just like it should

When I released the spare room

I never sat in front of you

And through the thin wall

We heard our neighbors argue

But I couldn't just shut up and lie

I never let you have your last night

Your house was a good one

Though the yard was overgrown

Your shirts were all tailored

My dresses were all calico

Widowspeak

The Search and Little Else

grew up in a maze where I was afraid of the moon

and in the haze of youth I went along to look for you

and it was miles and miles

miles and miles of twist and curve





 

and it was days and days

days and days with no stone left unturned

and in my younger years I thought I had for myself

an answer for everything at ready given me to help

and in the wilderness I often ran like hell

never to let give in I'm for the search and little else

Rue Royale

Fall On Me

There's a problem, feathers, iron

Bargain buildings, weights and pulleys

Feathers hit the ground

Before the weight can leave the air





 

Buy the sky and sell the sky

And tell the sky, and tell the sky

Fall on me (what is it up in the air for)

Fall on me (if it's there for long)

Fall on me (it's over, it's over me)

There's the progress

We have found a way to talk around the problem

Building towers

Foresight isn't anything at all

Buy the sky and sell the sky

And bleed the sky and tell the sky

Fall on me (what is it up in the air for)

Fall on me (if it's there for long)

Fall on me (it's over, it's over me)

Fall on me




 

(Well I would keep it above but then it wouldn't be sky any more)

(So if I send it to you you've got to promise to keep it home)

Buy the sky and sell the sky

And lift your arms up to the sky

And ask the sky, and ask the sky

Fall on me (what is it up in the air for)

Fall on me (if it's there for long)

Fall on me (it's over, it's over me)

REM

Drifting Blues

Whoa, I'm so lonesome baby, now

I am in a travelin' mood, yes I am

Whoa, I'm so lonesome now, now, honey

I tell ya I am in a travelin' mood, um, hmm

Guess I'll have to hop a freight to California

'Cause I've got the travelin' blues, yes I have

Sometime I feel like walkin', now, now

Well I have no walkin' shoes, no, no

Well, sometime I feel like walkin', now, now

I tell you I got no walkin' shoes, do you believe me

That's why I've got to hop a freight to California

'Cause I've got the travelin' blues, um, hmm

'Cause I keep drifting and drifting like a ship out on the sea

I keep drifting and drifting, now like a ship out on the sea, well

You see I ain't got no, nobody in this world to care for me

If my baby, if my baby would only take me back again

Oh now if my baby now uh, would only take me back again

Well I may not be good for nothing, baby

But you see I haven't got no friends

Play it, son

I'll give you all my money, now

Tell me what more can I do, I wanna know

(Just give some more, just give some more)

(Just give some more)

I'll give you all my money, little girl

Tell me what more can I do, I've got to know

(just give some more, just give some more)

(Just give some more)

Well, you may be a good little girl sometime

But you just won't be true

Bye, bye baby, now

Well, it's too late to worry

I want you to know

I said, oh, it's too late to cry

Ray Charles

1957

Your house that sits behind me 

Is covered in ivy green 

The windows that we watch from 

Are old and chipping at the beam

It takes me away 

Takes me away 

The scent you wear moves in lines 

From your apartment into mine 

You act like you don't know me 

My god, you tempt my anxious mind 

It takes me away 

Takes me away 

Would it be much better if I knew nothing about you 

Would it be much better if I knew nothing about you 

I'll go,

I'll go I... 

It takes me away 

Takes me away 

Milo Greene

War in heaven

Wait, a war in heaven

Wait, a war in heaven

I hate it when they forget

To let people live

Wait, a war in heaven

I hate it when they forget

To let people live

Slowly we come

There's blood on the chair

In this tender life

The Raveonettes

Winter Song

The snow on your eyelids that curtsy with age

Is freezing the stares on tyranny's wings.

The bitter is hard and the warmth of your skin

Is diseased with familiar caresses.

Withdrawing from splendor and royal decay

Among all the triumphs and jaded awards

The angry and blazing circus of sun

Blasphemes as the crown prince arises.

You cannot beget all the sins that you owe

To the people of paradise magic

Pretend to answer passion and form

With foreign rationalizations.

Primroses are the jewels that lurk

Among masks of pleasure that flicker with doubt

Embraces of fame that's simultaneously fear

To advance and demand to be recognized.

The river shall flow through hollow green faces

Of caricature's resentment etched out of the tongues.

Both reluctant princess asleep before birth

The classical sensitive failures.

The worshipping wicked cling to the dark of your heart

Lying there and wait with your angels

Moan and ravish from dawn to dusk

The avaricious young lovers.

Nico