"Songwriting is obviously a certain kind of therapy for the mind, soul and heart. I feel that music has the potential to unite us with each other,
to help us understand each other, and to dissolve our differences. The main thing I hope to achieve in writing a song is to be able to make a connection with another human being. In that way,
I hope my songs can transcend the personal and become accessible and universal."
Horses, God, and the Perfect Kiss
Target in my decision
You're my drug, my religion
You call my name I'm there
You run your fingers through my hair
Every time I see you
All I want to do is make you mine
Every time we get together, babe
You know we're out of line
It's freedom and a sign
Freedom and a sign
Horses, God, and The Perfect Kiss
It all comes down to days like this
Every little failure, every little death
One part's too easy the other's a test
Your eyes keep focusing in on the band
Until you slide your hand in my hand
Every time I see you
All I want to do is make you mine
Every time we get together, babe,
You know we're out of line
It's freedom and a sign,
Freedom and a sign
We're the target, the target, the target
We're the target, the target
Everything gets so intense sometimes
Or maybe it's just me
One brief candle burnin' thin
I tune into that frequency
Horses, God, and The Perfect Kiss
It all comes down to days like this
Somethin's wrong, somethin's amiss
I need a taste of Heaven's bliss
Every time I see you
All I want to do is make you mine
Every time we get together, babe,
You know we're out of line
It's freedom and a sign
Freedom and a sign
We're the target, the target, the target
We're the target, the target
Anna O: Vocals, Back-up Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Jim Morris: Electric Guitars
Mike McCarther: Saxophone
Tracy LaBarbara: Back-up Vocals on Bridge
Mark Prator: Drums, Shakers, Tambourine
Novocaine
Your ruby lips, your shining face
There's nothing here time can erase
The scent of you comes apple red
My innocence spread on your bed
Contradictions number one
I don't want to feel, I want to be numb
The ghost of you I'm so devout
Affliction breathes you in and out
Hand me up the Novocaine,
I don't want to feel this pain
Hand me up the Novocaine,
I don't want to feel this pain
Don't comfort me, don't come to me
Don't radiate your love to me
Don't sparkle bright and shine for me
Don't touch my skin, don't promise me
You want my understanding kiss
I ask you, "Can you picture this--
Six hundred ninety days of us
You left me to live like Prometheus."
Mercy so tender, it's all getting nearer
And Nico is singing, "I'll be your mirror"
Two freaks in a pond and it can't get much queerer
Don't wake me up, it's all getting clearer
Anna O: Vocals, Back-up Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Jim Morris: Electric Guitars
Andrew Irvine: Bass
Tracy LaBarbara: Back-up Vocals on Choruses
Mark Prator: Drums
Tightrope
I'm walking on a tightrope under my skin
I want to wear myself again
Bucking on air
Bucking on a mainline
Buck the wild horses hair
Oh yeah, dust to dust
Oh yeah, ashes fly
The sun's throwin' shadows against the sky
I want to ride on truth and dare
I want to strip it down to there
I want to sleep on a wish and a prayer
I want to walk in heaven's air
Oh yeah, dust to dust
Oh yeah, ashes fly
I want to walk against the sky
If I lay perfectly still
I could see through heaven's eyes
All senses come to kill
These words the angel's tongue would cry:
"If it makes you crawl, if it makes you kneel,
If it makes you burn, if it makes you heal,
If it makes you fall, if it makes you steal,
If it makes you sweat, if it makes you real,
If it makes you feel, if it makes you feel,
If it makes you feel..."
Oh yeah, dust to dust
Oh yeah, ashes fly
The sun's throwin' shadows against the sky...
Anna O: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Jim Morris: Electric Guitars
Kacy Ross: Electric guitar
Rocket Boy
Hold on to somethin', hold on to me
Rose-colored wishes never come for free
The Lutheran girls are lining up behind me in a row
And each one has a question
'cause I'm the one who knows
Yes, I'm the one who knows…
.....Rocket Boy
Rebel in a Struggle, rebel in a mess
Baby's in a snuggle, baby's in a dress
Twist and twirl, the chameleon girl
Bank it on a rim-shot, steal the pearl
Season of Coolsville, season of Love
Wing it on a Tuesday, the hawk and the dove
Take it on a curve, you get what you deserve
Spank it on a gin shot, twist and swerve
Tease and Toy Innocence and Joy
Rocket Boy
Come to me, Come to me
With your Purity
Trigger-happy baby, candles in the rain
Self-inflicted wounds they only bring you pain
Big trouble up in a rubic cube
Big double-up in a blanket, dude
It wasn't false, it wasn't free
It wasn't bravery
Face the Dalai Lama, baby,
Jesus and Mohammed
Maybe Buddha will come knocking
Are you ready to start talking?
Your soul is but a star, but it's so far away
Will they hear you... when you're light years away?
Anna O: Vocals, Fender Rhodes Keyboard through Vox Amp
Jim Morris: Electric and Acoustic Guitars
Andrew Irvine: Bass
Howard Helm: Hammond Organ
Mark Prator: Drums
Too Hard to Hide
Break in the long conversation
Gives to us just what we wanted
One kiss and we are affected
Juiced in the touch of our lips
But how can it be, how can it be
You and me
Baby, it's too hard to hide
All of these things that I'm feeling inside
Baby, it's too hard to hide
All of the seams have come open inside
Well, I've been burned and even sinned
A penny for my innocence
We're just like two horses runnin' on the plains
You know we'll never, never be tamed
And it's too hard, too hard
Too hard to hide, too hard to hide
But all I am and all I said
And all the silent gestures read
And all you are and all you said
Reminding me of us again
You could praise me, you could grace me
You could blame me, you could shame me
You could love me, you could crave me
You could break me, you could save me, save me
Fumbling still or unfettered
Black little sheep never fit
You slip me a dose of affection
And I'm glued to the memory of this
Prechorus:
Choru:s
And it's too hard, too hard,
Too hard to hide
Too Hard To Hide
Anna O: Vocals, Back-up Vocals, Acoustic
Grand Piano, Vibraphone
Jim Morris: Electric Guitars
Andrew Irvine: String Bass
Mark Prator: Drums
Gene Cannon: Saxophone
Mike Smith: Trumpet
Rose Volcano
Bacchus in the corner
Apollo couldn't warn her
Too many days home on the range
Sometimes a girl just needs a change
Takin' it up a notch
Anyone can watch
Bacchus in the corner and he should've told her
Wire in Apollo but he couldn't warn her
Knockin' on the border and the lava's burnin'
Fire in the hollow of her heart is turnin' round
Like a Rose Volcano
Her pale white skin, just gettin' to love it
Her dark blue fire, just gettin' above it
Everything was false that should have been true
Everything that was lost she's just gettin' to
Chorus:
Slow Dive Down....
Head shots in a photo booth again
Blind spots in a silent film
No more waves now are pullin' her under
No more chains now are makin' her suffer
No more days will waste away
Anna O: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Jim Morris: Electric Guitars
Patrick Bettison: Bass
Mark Prator: Drums, Tambourine
Valentines and Iodine
I said it felt like coming home
You said the same thing back to me
We laid it on a wishing stone
We fit so easily
Paper Hearts and Blue Tattoo's
One dark blow, it's torn in two
I watch you watching me
Oh, my baby, can't you see
You mess up all the chemicals inside of me
Valentines and Iodine
Hold me close, I'll be fine
The sun will come shinin' here
'Cause I know where I stand now
The truth behind these tears
Some things are muddy when they're found
I'm not gonna silence my heart
I'm not gonna water it down
Chorus:
It hurts so real, it hurts to feel
I can't change you, I can't make you heal
Anna O: Vocals, Back-up Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Jim Morris: Electric Guitars
Andrew Irvine: Bass
Mark Prator: Drums, Shakers
Blood and Bone
Sift through the pomegranate seeds
Open the silent rage that was muted
Reach for the ancient anchors of Isis
Hold all the sorrow brought to the table
By these hands that hold...
Salt and blood on my fingertips,
Judas would fall, Judas would slip
History stings and tells of things
Every tale memory sings
Pulling from the arc of wings
Pulling from the dark of things
Through silent tears and silent fears
Through Blood and Bone and salt and stone
And all these years
By the water, by the sea
Let the graces carry me
A curse, a kiss, a blessing, a hiss
Monks in white would stutter this
These are days of Blood and Bone
These are days of salt and stone
Jaded jewels fly to the ground
Love has thorns and a rattlesnake crown
Oyster shells in the sand
In the sludge where the pearl began
Anna O: Vocals, Acoustic Grand Piano, Synthesizer
Steve Connelly: Electric Guitar
Jim Morris: Electric Guitar
Andrew Irvine: Bass
Burning Bush
Sweet little hearts, sweet little dreams
It's a good thing, if you know what I mean
If you know what it takes, if you know what to give
If you know how to die, if you know how to live
It's double dare and triple stare
I'm high on you and I'm aware
There's a burning bush behind the door
And it's coming straight through to the lava core
Blessings for the Harvest, for the shovel and the spade
Priceless are the jewels, I would not sell, I would not trade
For the pearls we have made
It's a sacrifice to make it whole,
It's a suicide in the soul
It's a sermon pasted on the wall
It's a wing tucked in a cannon ball
I'm gonna break a chain on a detour slide
And meet you back on the underside
We're gonna melt it back when we were born
To sing into the Bellyhorn
Chorus:
I've got a marker pen
To highlight you and ascend
Red bird is in my hand
Razor blades to understand
Hour glass spills again
Avalanche in the Promised Land
The thread begins where it ends
