"Every song, even every attempt at a song, is a stepping stone for me to learn something about both life and music. I don't know where songs come from, or where ideas come from--but when they arrive, I do the best that I can to catch them before they're gone. Whatever I'm going through and observing in life at the present moment certainly finds its way into my writing, but I still feel like I'm more at the mercy of whatever the muse brings me, so when a song arrives I just try and honor the truth of it the best I can."
Sugarcane
Lay the stains down on the shelf
I'm coming to you straight as myself
Reckless, jagged at the seams
Remember what you said to me
Remember what you said to me
In every word in every line
I spell it out for you to find
Lay me down in the Sugarcane
Lay me down in the Sugarcane
Lay me down in the Sugarcane
It takes two to sin, two to blame
Two to sin, two to blame
Brave heart in a wicked place
Lines the living on your face
Everything comes down to this
When you bring to me your perfect kiss
Looks like fate has brought us here
Into the world and one thing's clear
You dust my mind like a hurricane
When you lay me down in the Sugarcane
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Blue fire burning the sun underwater
Head in my hands, the sun getting hotter
I rake my sorrow into little heaps
I pray tomorrow, I play for keeps
But habit could make you my enemy
Just another casualty
Open up my memory
Remember what you said to me
Remember what you said to me
In every word in every line
I spell it out for you to find
Lay me down, Lay me down,
Lay me down in the Sugarcane
You bring me love then you bring me pain
You bring me love then you bring me pain
Yeah, yeah...
Lay me down in the falling rain
Yeah, tell me why I have to pay
Two to sin, two to blame
In the Sugarcane
Tether Ball
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If you're gonna play me like a Tether Ball
If you're gonna make me fly in circles 'round it all
Don't mistake me, my soul ain't playin' small
And don't try to fake me I can see right through it all
Baby, let's get it straight once and for all
I'm not gonna be your daisy on the wall
If you're gonna play me like a Tether Ball
If you're gonna make me fly in circles 'round it all
You think I only wait for whenever you decide to call
But I won't linger...I'm not about to crawl
Baby, let's get it straight once and for all
What goes around is gonna come around
So you best get on your knees now
We've played this game over and over
It's beginning to sound like Crimson and Clover
A little bit chunkie, it's getting thick alright
A camouflage junkie and that's so impolite
Baby, you're carrousels and changing lights
What's the fuss, what's the deal
What's so hard about being real?
Over and over and over again
Circles make zeros and spinning wheels again
Yeah, I know the score
Your smile says "I just want to be with you and only you"
But I know in a little while you'll only think of only you
And what you want and what you need
Like I'm your mother made to bleed
Well, you're not the center pole
And I'm not just a string to pull
Harder each time
So, if you're gonna play me like a Tether Ball
If you're gonna make me fly in circles 'round it all
Don't mistake me I can see right through it all
And don't try to take me for some plastic wind-up doll
Baby, let's get it straight once and for all
I'm not gonna be your daisy on the wall
If you're gonna play me like a Tether Ball...
I'm gone
In The World
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Poison in the well
But the well it won't tell
Black top, strap top, and run like hell
Devil's Bride, Angel in the Eye
Who's in the Buggy? Who's in the sky?
Hold your horses, there's a way to ride
In the World, In the World
In the World, In the World
Lapis in the bracelet, tattoo on the thigh
Post-Modern Man with a flashlight in his hand
Wheel of Fortune, Omnipotent Eye
Where's the courageous? Where is the Pie?
Chorus:
Kill the boxes, fill the page
Let the artificial bastards beg
The birds fly into the mirror
And comes out the other side
If you're gonna round up those horses
You better, you better, you better
You better, you better ride, baby, ride
Verse One:
Chorus:
The curl of your lip sits on my hip
Hero in a hangman says you just might slip
The black crow flies right out of the weeds
I'm over my head I'm down on my knees
I'm going back to where the wild, wild horses ride