Amid all known beauty and shame Lies a man who says he bears no name Surrounded by voices he speaks Of the future, with a madly streak And around him, the circle, it grows In their eyes the desire the know But their stomach it quivers inside For they fear he's truly their guide Yet his speech is so clear and direct To their knees they must fall and neglect Petty crimes, great schemes of grand wealth Future wives, clutching babes to their breast  So into darkness they march, to unite With their secrets, in halls oh' so bright Until their vision is so gravely impaired And of reality they're never again scared And with all new freedom, as found Bodies risen from beds, to the ground Till all earth is filled with lust and deceit For their bodies still bound in defeat So they turn to the one at the door To revenge their demise, they implore Of the man with no name, hands with ore To commence his death, to even up the score Still, amid all known beauty and shame Lies a man who says he bears no name Surrounded by voices he speaks Of the future, with a madly streak

Making myself heavy Just to float back up again Like a Zeppelin in heaven Misspelling my own name Released back to the sky Given to no end Of my intake of poison My quest for the grand I'm a wave A formula of crave Stuffing my stomach For being crude I'm supposedly healthy But all that time a fool Till tides come flooding in From the breadths of my own thighs Now I'm climbing Bolehill For the guilt to subside I'm a wave A formula of crave Unknown Now I'm gone Dipping deep down under Where leaded trouble lies Into the smelting fire Where once a flood light shined On a town I once called home On a girl's down curl I once cut In a room now demolished Just to be rebuilt from scraps I'm a wave A formula of crave Unknown Now I'm gone I have harden with the years Swallowed all of my tears Overcame most of my fears Fucked some of my own peers Now I'm gone Unknown

War is a-coming girl Launder them sheets We’ll hang in shelters Reading the papers, watching flicks War is a-coming girl Stash away them kids We’ll be hitting the bed soon Counting rockets for sheep And all the while, Heaven’s a folk-dancing ballroom in swing Missiles are kissing, what a thing! Our bed has thrown in the towel, you win Fear of God out the ring Still, my neighbor reads Psalms, and hymns War is a-coming girl No cloud is in sight The white doves all hawked Madness our town's plight Let’s get the hell out of here, you say Deck our passports flush We’ll travel to foreign lands Buy rainbow sheets, make them blush And all the while, Heaven’s a folk-dancing ballroom in swing Missiles are kissing, what a thing! Our bed has thrown in the towel, you win Fear of God out the ring Still, my neighbor reads Psalms, and hymns (c part) How about we head down to the beach It's peaceful and quiet, just us and the shells Bag some grapes, an apple, a peach You slip away to change, I peek at someone else And all the while, Heaven’s a folk-dancing ballroom in swing Missiles are kissing, what a thing! Our bed has thrown in the towel, you win Fear of God out the ring Alas, my neighbor no longer reads neither Psalms nor hymns War is a-coming Wash down them whites Thread the needle right Sew them flags, white Yes, war is a-coming Wash down them whites Thread the needle tight Shrouds are on order, tonight

So holy, so lonely From her bosom down to her feet Comes summer's harvest, in the fields She's let it all rip So tall, to fall Bronze lips, melted cheeks Kisses fierce as sea pirates Eyes sharp as ice picks Oh, boredom is indeed a chore Always wanting more and more Pour me some whiskey, to soothe out my plight Dreams come play catch-up, in my head, tonight Out of tune guitar She'll never be a star Harmonizing, more like colliding With the engine of my car Not a single word I get She must be in a trance Dare I put one finger in I'm sure she'll do the rest Oh, boredom is indeed a chore Always wanting more and more Pour me some whiskey, to soothe out my plight Dreams come play catch-up, in my head, tonight There's no telling what's in store Once you open up the door There are morals left to fight Once you turn on the light 'Cause, boredom is indeed a chore Always wanting more and more Pour me some whiskey, to soothe out my plight Dreams come play catch-up, in my head, tonight

Say you will, say you won’t Say you want me, say you don’t Say you’re coming home, say you’re gone Say you want to sleep alone Say you’re happy, say you’re cross Say you’re an angel, say you’re a ghost Say it’s time for our final toast Say you’re ready, say I’m lost Say it in English, say it in Greek Put your mind to it Come on baby, made it stick It’s OK Anyway I’ll stay Say you’re now a vegetarian Say you’re only eating fruit Say you want to be a Presbyterian Say you’re for killing all the Jews Say it in English, say it in Greek Put your mind to it Come on baby, made it stick It’s OK Anyway I’ll stay

As the body is getting old You’re surrounded by a foam People calling you at home Mostly working on the phone They won’t touch you with a stick Stare too much, they’ll call you a prick But your number they will pass Mark it up as: “still got some cash” Lonely, smart and prone to love I’ve been under and above I’ve been kissed and I’ve been struck Drawn forever on a lark Now that you are coming home I’m a stumbler, too far gone Awkward in so many ways Easy prey, in games you play ‘Cause in matters of the heart I’ve been having some false starts So if I ask you for your hand or where we’re headed, Simply touch me, all of the way Don’t worry, I won’t stay It’s just a thing that I need today And probably every day  ‘Cause it’s always been my faith Touch someone, you’re good as death Everything you’ve ever known Will be taken, forever gone Yes, I’ve touched and I survived Lost it all and I’m alive No more a junky for the pain I want it missionary plain ‘Cause in matters of the heart I’ve been having some false starts So if I ask you for your hand or where we’re headed, Simply touch me, all of the way Don’t worry, I won’t stay It’s just a thing that I need today And probably every day

You think your love is something so unique That you can gather all the pieces as you leave Spice them and up and serve them on the side While you, the main dish, never have to slide You think that happiness is dumbfounded and blind Down at the corner it is paddling up for dimes You think you're kingpin of all that is fine A masterpiece in making, a tantalizing prime Still you're chilled by the sound of a young baby crying You're fearful of storms and of the moon rising So basic your failure to stand, on your own To learn how to walk with no shoes without whining To stand in the wind with no coat and be smiling To feel young and whole, for simply being yourself So with all false force you muster up your pride Exposing teeth where kissing lips abide Revenging demolitions brought up by the cure Investing all your time in figments so obscure Still you're chilled by the sound of a young baby crying You're fearful of storms and of the moon rising So basic your failure to stand, on your own To learn how to walk with no shoes without whining To stand in the wind with no coat and be smiling To feel young and whole, for simply, being yourself Warm voices are calling your home Your dad keeps on dialing, so pick up the phone Still your pain keeps on echoing strong, like a drone The charge in your fists it is real, you believe To wipe out the deeds with a blow, you conceive Still your fear keeps you locked up and chilled, all alone Maybe one day you'll wake up in a storm Your baby’s crying, your wife is not at home Your bare feet stepping on a wooden floor Will spell you forgiveness to your very own Then you won't be so chilled by the sound of the crying You won't be so fearful of storms and moon rising You'll be on your own, and still, you’ll feel warm You'll walk with no shoes alone with your darling You'll stand in the wind with no coat and be smiling And you will feel young and whole, for simply Being yourself

George opened his eyes, saying: what is this place? Have I fallen dead, or is this outer space? People around here are talking about peace “Revolution’s over”, or something like this If something is wrong, fix it up in a song Georgie got up, said: where is my mom? I can’t seem to find her, I believe she’s all gone There’s nothing to eat, the house is a mess She left a note on the fridge: “I’m out getting ass” If something is wrong, fix it up in a song Now men will be boys, and girls shall be wives The Lord has a plan, for all suffering and strife Keep all women at bay, for if they be truly free Aggression of men be just a faint memory For the rule book has been written, by boys just like me With fear in their hearts, of being forgotten, out at sea For a woman of means, independent and able Would never keep a man as a horse in a stable She’d send him running free, for he can be such a pain There’s way too much loving, you know, to maintain If something is wrong, fix it up in a song  Well, Georgie’s quite like you, at times he is dim But lately it’s been boring, being part of the scheme He thrown out the rule book, got nothing to hide A unique individual, still fighting the tide He’s doing the folk clubs, finger in ear The spark in his eyes all but quite disappeared But when out on the road, he’s the king of a stall At a rest stop in Texas, he’s running it all Oh … if something is wrong, fix it up in a song Oh … if something ain’t right, well, come see me tonight

You've been away, you took your time You lost your mind, now you are mine Locked in a basement of a house you never been to ... I'll be kind I'll spare you all the courtesy The higher praise, the sublime And when your scream your anger out I'll tell you: "you'll be fine" I'm leaving you, for a while When you'll wake up, you'll be fine Some things are better left behind Just let your body be your mind And its becoming dark and cold Your feet are numb, your shoulder cry The chains cut through your flesh You barely move, but yet you smile As silhouettes appear before your eyes You wave them off, until they die Then morning creeps in through the shades Some cars are passing by