LYRICS

DEATH OF A DECADE

Usual Suspects
Lining us up, boys we all look guilty
She’s gonna pick the baddest apple
That little girl, oh she likes them rotten
She already forgot her Daddy’s warning
Oh, when Daddy isn’t watching,
Oh her Daddy isn’t watching her now
And all the usual suspects are here

In this little town, oh she’s such a scandal,
Nobody gonna get a handle on her
If you lay it down, oh it ain’t a gamble,
It’s the surest thing going on around here
Oh, we all look suspect I swear
And all the usual suspects are here

100% I am made of cotton
I shrink when I sink in hot water
That little girl, so hot she’s scalding
Ain’t gonna be nothing left of me
Call them animal instincts I fear,
All the usual suspects are here

Westward Bound
Hard times, we left them back East
And the future moves under our feet
We are westward bound
Old ways won’t follow us there,
New names we’ll make for ourselves
In some western town
Trials may visit our trail,
But we’re so stubborn we know we can’t fail
We are westward bound
Danger may well be ahead,
But we’re moving, we’ll rest when we’re dead
We are westward bound

I realize that youth is wasted on the young
Oh, I know that I have wasted more than some
But idealism is the air that fills my lungs
Oh, I know that now my wasting days are done

Made Example Of
Cut my teeth, untie my tongue
I wasn’t listening, so I was made example of
Good advice given often all too often gets old
And since I wasn’t listening, I was made example of

They say that if you don’t change where you’re going,
You’re gonna end up right where you’re headed
I couldn’t see the cracks that were showing
The blind side of me had no way of knowing

Hindsight isn’t helping me
I wasn’t mindful, I wasn’t minding anyone
My stubborn sails are full of an obstinate wind
I wasn’t listening so I was made example of

I don’t doubt it, I never doubted it for a second
It’s just that I wasn’t listening

They say that if you don’t change where you’re going,
You’re gonna end up right where you’re headed
I couldn’t see the cracks that were showing
The blind side of me had no way of knowing

Jesusita
Heaven help us now
I hear panicked Spanish from the Mission
I cannot understand a word of it
I cannot understand a word at all

I saw the fire coming down the mountain quickly
I could tell that we were breathing hot and heavy
Jesusita hell fire, heaven help us now

I know we will all be alright
If the Sundowners will just die down for tonight
Jesusita hell fire, heaven help us now
Heaven help us all

Lonely Fortunes
Lonely fortunes fall down at our bare feet,
But there are cracks in the concrete
Our tired eyes can see so much more clearly,
So clearly
That we’re never gonna have much,
Myself, I’d take such as a compliment
We can blame it on our circumstances
At least we took the chances we had to

I’m so sorry I forgot myself
I should have asked for help
You say that’s ok and that you know we’ve got it made
So I know we’ve got it made
But we’re never gonna have much,
Myself, I’d take such as a compliment
We can blame it on our circumstances
At least we took the chances we had to

Hide It Well
Girl don’t giggle it’s a nervous laugh,
You hide it well, at first he couldn’t tell
Nobody wants to act like they care too much
You hide it well

Boy don’t fidget you’re a nervous one,
You hide it well, at first she could’t tell
Nobody wants to act like they care too much
You hide it well

Honey my heart is a heavy one
I need to rest a spell, for you it was I fell
Nobody wants to act like they care too much
I’m gonna hide it well

Dead Man’s Hand
All around me are wasted plans
Everywhere you look no matter where you stand,
Don’t get caught with a Dead Man’s Hand

Buried my heart in the cigarette sand,
Back of a club in Chicagoland,
So we got drunk off a whiskey brand,
They’re all the same when you can’t stand

Don’t get caught with a Dead Man’s Hand
Playing with fire in the heartland
Don’t get caught with a Dead Man’s Hand

Problem Solver
She’s so cool, calm and collected
I’m the opposite, but still effective now
Her mother had a sense of humor, thank goodness
Her father knew that I was just too much like him

I had a little momentary lapse of self-assuredness
A bit of self-doubt
Yeah, I got problems that I’m working out

Cause they were speaking fluent Esperanto, but I don’t
So she was kind enough to let me know just what it was they were talking about
The girl is a problem solver

She’s so sure of just where we’re headed
Her mother waved and her father fretted for us

I had a little momentary lapse of self-awareness
But she could care less
Yeah, I got problems that I’m working out

I know enough to know I don’t know myself yet,
But she’s so confident, so sure of it
She said she’s got it all figured out

The girl is a problem solver

Death Of A Decade
It was the death of a decade
It was the harbinger of a new age
It was the death of a decade
It was the catalyst for a new age

You couldn’t hear my confession
I swear I was just about to change
You didn’t look my direction
You were a passenger who would not wave
I was just about to change

It was the death of a decade
It was the harbinger of a new age
It was the death of a decade
I saw the curtain fall upon your stage

I was just about to change
Man, I’ve gotta change my ways

No Great Harm
Carry me softly
Six men strong
On their shoulders
A box of bones

Such thoughts in passing
Dwell thereupon
Honest shoulders
A burden’s gone

I carried my own weight
Just as long as I could,
But it never did me any good
And I only hurt the ones I love
By keeping myself separate,
By saying I could handle it all alone

Everybody there ain’t no great harm
No cause to raise the alarm
Held by the strongest arms

The Humorist
They use to call me the humorist
Of all people to call that, I never thought I was all that funny

Ain’t it entertaining
Isn’t it appealing
The thought of something’s always much better than the feeling

I used to think that they thought I was joke
You never know just what some folk might say about you

Ain’t it entertaining
Isn’t it appealing
The thought of something’s always much better than the feeling

Oh what tangled webs we weave,
Caught up each and everyone in our own individual little histories
While it’s some new fangled mystery that has us all amused
The Humorist

With my apotheosis complete,
Everyone I meet, I know, is only gonna greet a real fictional character

Ain’t it disappointing
Isn’t it revealing
The thought of something’s always much better than the feeling

Tell me how deep that river is….say Mark Twain

I’m gonna catch a comet
I know the people on it
A wave to my wife and my beautiful daughters

Oh what tangled webs we weave,
Caught up each and everyone in our own individual little histories
While it’s some new fangled mystery that has us all amused
The Humorist

Tell me how deep that river is

NOVEL SOUNDS OF THE NOUVEAU SOUTH

Pendergast Machine
The Pendergast Machine is humming,
Oiled up she’s really running, man I never seen it coming.
Boys, don’t ask questions,
It takes a blind eye sometimes to see such things actually happen.

You don’t know your own strength
Walk to your own beat, the secrets that you keep
You don’t know your own strength

Novel sounds of the nouveau south,
Worked their way throughout the crowd
And just when I had given up,
But I would do my best to not deconstruct myself too much

Hold My Feet To The Fire
Oh, I’m crying out mercy, mercy, mercy
Hold my feet to the fire, baby

I thought I was the worst of my kind
And I’m sure torture might be a means to my end
I see the nature of the beast I swear,
Something got a hold of me I declare on my life
That pain might make some give up everything.
I like the crime almost as much as I like the punishment.
Sometimes I blame curiosity, but I’m always at fault.
At least you got me to confess as much.

And oh, I’m crying out mercy, mercy, mercy
Hold my feet to the fire, baby
Please whatever you do don’t throw me in that briar patch

Oh, I’m crying out mercy, mercy, mercy
Hold my feet to the fire, baby.
I’m beginning to think that I might’ve underestimated you

Oh I know you buried the hatchet
Because you buried me right beside it
I never thought to ask just what I had myself in for.

The Outpouring
The audience, asleep on their feet,
All fell down, they all fell down
I did my best to just get up and leave
Common sense had always been a good friend to me
Till we fell out quickly

Take that outside
The Outpouring was lit with fire
Hit that now child
Sip your violence, drink your wild

I’m sure that spectacle held help up a while
I bit off more than I could chew…I always do

Take that outside
The Outpouring was lit with fire
Rip that tattered line
That links the heart, the soul, the mind

There was some violence there in that crowd
We bled it out

What Shepherds Of These Hills
What Shepherds of these hills?!
What stewards of our guild?!
Time ain’t been kind to them.

We know that history will be the harshest judge.
We’re sat on the jury,
But we are all condemned
For that April, court square, lynch mob, Easter offering.

Tell me how many there were.
How many were there
So eager to have blood stained hands?
There were over 5000 strong gathered there!

The Horse In Motion
We came to scorch the earth then hang ourselves,
Casual beyond reproach, the cruel ones never boast.
On to the sea, burn Athens to the ground!
The summer heat did half our work, but Sherman still was proud.

We won’t stop blackening hearts, galloping off to the next town,
Clearing a swath, making sure all the fires burn well….
Toeing the line, biding our time, mocking their side as we see them.
Fighting them off, galloping on to the next town!

Walking on the Devil’s Backbone
High as kites, making that medicine
Jawing with the dead and gone…home

Come spirit, pick me up
I need a lift, a cloven tongue
To sit atop my head
And make sense of the things I’ve said

Tonight we just don’t care
Throw caution to the wind, we dare
Our ignorance is bliss
We’ll save our best for worse than this

High as kites, making that medicine
Jawing with the dead and gone…home
Holy Ghost, brother it’s a weapon
I’m walking on the devil’s backbone…home.

Our road is paved with sage advice
We tell ourselves to ease the mind that’s burdened down
We see our faults to a fault,
Lord save us from your followers
I always thought it’d finally stop
That place the hands of time forgot
But I was stupid and I’ve been careless with the Holy Ghost
The wordless gurgle, tongues of Babel and the Holy Ghost!

Close Every Valve To Your Bleeding Heart
Always thought I was a novelty little creature,
Nobody warns you that the death of hope won’t feature
Any sort of big event to mark its significance
After we finish ourselves off we ain’t leaving
It’s good to go down with an old friend believing

You better bet, we’re gonna tie one on tonight
You never left even though you’d said that you might
I come back here to remember what it was like
Only Dostoevsky would dream up a pair like us

Thick skinned, hard headed,
Better off you’re closing every valve to your bleeding heart.
Does it hurt too much? Are you just fed up?
Or is it something else entirely?
When I ask you why, you reply the death of hope hit you hard too

You better bet, we’re gonna tie one on tonight
You never left even though you’d said that you might
I come back here to remember what it was like
Only Dostoevsky could kill off a pair like us

Better bet, we’re gonna drown every doubt
The half of us that’s got the other half figured out
No good deed goes unpunished around here

You better bet, we’re gonna tie one on tonight
You never left even though you’d said that you might
I come back here to remember what we were like

Word Climbing
Right there beneath the tall oak tree
In the backyard by the old swing
Where the sand box once stood,
By the stack of chopped wood
I left my childhood

Now all those memories are climbing through these words you speak to me

What of the kids, their differences?
The loss of their father
Is it a disease, their philosophies?
Just take this gun and shoot please

Giant Strides
I’ve heard it said that, “Absence of evidence isn’t evidence of absence.”
Hold steady. Ready?
Well, I’ve never been ready for anything.
I’m in bed with them and I thought sleeping people couldn’t sin.
I really didn’t know that there’s no distance too great,
It’s loneliness that separates. The cold stares kill me.
Why can’t I prove myself to you or anyone?
Hold steady. Ready?
Let go.

Couldn’t on account I’m a cutthroat now
Chomping at a bit that I can’t spit out
Some people just need to let it go

There’s no distance too great, it’s loneliness that separates
But giant strides displace my weight as they carry me off in a sorry state.
I couldn’t on account that verdict fell
Bury me off of the balance scale

A Siege of Sorts
Haunted by myself,
Until I found that there were other ghosts
Gathering outside the city walls of Charleston
A siege of sorts, then the city falls

Surrounded
From the bottom I open my eyes,
I can’t see the top but I can see the light!
I am surrounded by murky water
I know that I’ll break the surface
And when I do we’ll be much stronger

Sometimes I’m muddy myself,
Ambiguous thoughts and intentions
Diverging ideas and galloping motives
I know this Missouri River will keep flowing
‘Till it gets to the ocean

So Quiet, They’re Loud
Climb inside a different skin
Mold yourself so that you fit in
So quiet, they’re loud
Novel sounds of the nouveau south
Worked their way throughout the crowd
So quiet, they’re loud

Thoreau In The Woods
Scolding ourselves, you bury your face
Could’ve sat there for hours
Time helps to heal, but it can’t erase
The games that we play

Back down, you’re not afraid,
Just running in place
It’s good to feel guilty, I know I should
The thrill of the chase

Nobody said that, you dreamed it up,
You think way too much
Thoreau in the woods just don’t do us no good
When we’re acting up

Back down, you’re not afraid,
Just running in place
It’s good to feel guilty, I know I should
The thrill of the chase is ours tonight

Oh my god we were part of that mob
Oh my god we got caught up in it all

Well, we’re just under funded studies in our own mythologies,
Making mountains out of every single molehill that we see
And we don’t want to know the answers to the questions that might go to prove And show that this is really all a game
I say that this is a snipe hunt
I can’t keep my mouth shut

BUCKLE IN THE BIBLE BELT

Up Nights
You wear indifference well
It gnaws on you though
You’re the one with all the baggage it ain’t your kid
You’re the one with all the habits keeping hid
You’re the one they gotta stop, before you start up again
You’d just been making the month
They’re going to cut the kid up
It got you, flipping you out
It got you, keeping you up nights
Go put another notch in your belt
You’ve just been mad at yourself
You should’ve stopped at this
Well, it got you, keeping you up nights,
You’ve been up nights all month long
You’re right, you’ve always been right. Wrong!
Go take another look what you did when you took it all out on him

Saint Nick On The Fourth In A Fervor
Saint Nick on the Fourth in a fervor
What church do you belong to?
I’m owned by that one as well
Pledge white, red and blue

KK Highway and I’m on my way
I’m going down to old Norfolk
We wear those canoes like old river shoes
All the girls got on cut off jean shorts
A set of prerequisite items are on board all of our aluminum floats

Let’s get one thing straight from the get-go
This glimpse of brilliance is better than a long look at mediocrity

I own all of my ideas
I stole just one or two
Every six month a savior born in Eden
Our petting zoo

Let’s jump off Bidwell!
Let’s jump off Big E!
Let’s climb to the top of our world
And see if we can’t jump off, cannot jump off

I owe all of my ideas
To the ones I stole from you
Every 6 month a sucker born in Eden
Our petting zoo

I nipped at all of those high heels
What church do you belong to?
Saint Nick on the Fourth in a fervor
Pledge white, red and blue

Gusto
Gusto, Gusto!
Don’t give me motion sickness
You are my second weakness
I’m working on the first

It is a simple science
Don’t count out self-reliance
Don’t count on anyone but yourself
Trust yourself

Discovered a new found freedom
Wearing those same sad dollar bills,
Rubbing up on you
Hearing those same old comments
Having that same old kind of fool
Giving you all that makes you ill

She lost her infant baby
She’d never even named him
Headstone read “My beloved child”
Now she know, she knows!
She cooked up a pot of crazy
Fought off a fit of madness
She’d never even named that child!

Falling In
On a desert day in Meremac Spring,
Our lives were changing
I was floating down that river way
And there’s no other place I wanted to be
‘Cause she’s new to me and I can’t get her off of my mind
I keep falling in and out with you
My skins burnt and she started laughing
What am I gonna do?

Hangman
(Traditional Folk Song)

Caney Mountain
Can he climb old Caney Mountain?
Can he outrun that crusading mob of men
Who aim to kill him with the crucifix
They’d fished out of Hodgson’s Mill?

They drug her cold, blue body from its depths
That old relic served to drown her
As a millstone round her neck

Can he clear that western wall
Which looms large out the Ozarks’ side?
Calls of men and dogs are closer
As is the end of his life

Could he ever find forgiveness
From those gospels he came to preach?
Held her down as he baptized her
So that heaven she might reach

High shined sequined buckle in that bible belt
High shined sequined buckle in the middle of that bible belt

This Is Not A Cure For The Common Cold
Diagnosis, tits on a mule, worthless!
Wooden nickels will purchase products
Placed in a bunch of false advertisements
They’ll treat symptoms that you don’t even have
This is not a cure for the common cold
It’s just the best thing that they know your money will buy
And I’m sold! I’m sold out and I don’t have any plan to buy back in again
I’m not kidding, it’s a circle system
Spinning spitting pennies
At the many medicinal maladies that we’re faced with
Bigger than life, bigger than life
Now they’ll put plenty into this and that
And toss money at the fat cat
Rolling out the fully loaded sled
A hair lipped monument, circle what’s wrong with it
I just don’t suggest getting sick in America
Don’t dance the waltz unless your talk is chalk white, toned and tempered
Oh no, we invented the wheel

Bully In The Pulpit
Dogs on the heel and we are all thrilled to death,
Yes, we are all coming forward tonight
Mortgage off our souls and take a loan out on the lord
Yes, we are all coming forward tonight
Bully in the pulpit he gonna spit fire,
Gonna give you guilt, go on Sir, with your bad self
You can turn around and get right back to where you come from
Dolls in the pew and there’s a Fox loose in the aisle
Babies silenced by the backroom of the church
If ever you held your tongue, these times are troublesome
You ain’t a sinner at birth
Troublesome times are here, filling our hearts with fear
Freedom we all hold dear now is at stake
But our troubles will soon be o’er, happy for ever more,
When we meet on that shore and we’re all safe
All of the dead shall rise
A righteous meeting up in the sky
Going to where nobody dies
Heavenward bound

Cureall
This big old world needs a little girl’s voice
That you could employ when you want something
Cureall, those waters cure what ails you
Your problems will dissolve
This old world has a viscous side to it
And it’s an age-old truth that you’ve always had a fortress built inside you
And when attacked there you escape to

You Lit Up The Night
I know, I’m poor, we’ve been over this before
But one day I’ll come into money
And we will make those changes surely

The days and nights will intertwine
Ours the next house on the line
And when that surge comes with the power
The dark of night will be devoured

I know, I’ve had a moment called a watershed
My childhood well it ended then
My second one could not begin
For 50 years or twice my life, you’ve lit up the darkest night
No city sought or stole your love
You both gave it all to us
You lit up the night

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