"The Ballad of Sissy and Jelly"
The quiet of the fire mingles softly like coffee and cream with the sounds of the holy man on the mountain laughing wisely as time passes by.
She's seen all of the country--cooled her thumbs in the oceans and hitched the stars but there's something pulls her back her like the tides to the scene of our love.
And the Countess in his castle pulls the strings at the ranch of the housewives and whores but the cowgirls take it over--scare the bitches away with the stench of their cores.
Well Dolores says the Goddess wants the women to rule but not with force and the cranes eat the peyote as the government comes to kick down the doors.
You can hypnotize a chicken--20 times round the head and he's yours for life and it t'weren't no silver bullet. it was a rocking horse, or maybe I lied.
"Mica's Song"
I'll always remember the way you cried in the bathroom cause you looked so unfamiliar when we shaved your hair off. And that night we listened to a candle as it cracked away the seconds in a silence that was comfortable. You always carried an umbrella, said 'It looks like nasty weather, and I don't like feeling helpless.'
and I just wanted you. I just wanted you to know--that I know. That you were the one who made it rain. You were the one who made it rain. And I miss you and I miss you and I miss you...
I gave you my last chance at puppy love and you held it like a baby in your arms--but you told me you didn't have enough for me you'd lost it all a long time ago.
and I just wanted you. I just wanted you to know--that I know that you were the one who made it rain. You were the one who made it rain and I miss you I miss you I miss you...
"Lightswitch"
I hope someone is watching me--if for nothing else just to see for themself the beauty of my symmetry as I rampage through this lifetime. And i may not be anything but a bundle of nerves that exists to compel my finger to turn on a lightswitch.
'Cause I'm sitting in a dark room trying hard to hear something only your eyes can say--and some strange fascination with knowing you wholly incites me to believe I'd hear them if only I turned on a lightswitch.
You see you excite me in ways I can't quantify or contain--but what an elusive lover you have been and remain. Tell me a story that doesn't end with starting over again. And I'll turn on a lightswitch.
"Hangover"
I'll wake up in the morning when the sun sets angry fingers on my eyelids I'm arrested in this moment and I do not know whose room I'm in my mouth will taste like garbage as my head pounds out the backbeat of the song that made you love me when I sang to you so honestly.
And I will promise to the mirror that I'm not the thing I'm looking at I am so much more beautiful I'm so much more intact- and the contours of her body in the bedsprings will recede as I figure out the difference between what I want and what I need.
and hey, bartender whatcha got back there that's stronger than my memory 'cause I remember someone being in love with me.
My eyes are still adjusting to the darkness of her absence as I fumble for my dignity inside this cold reality and promises are little less than pretty words we've lain to rest among the dead and buried of this fickle thing that we call love
i'll wake up in the morning when the sun sets angry fingers on my eyelids--I'm arrested in this moment and I do not know whose room I'm in.
"Body is Liquid"
My body is liquid- my breath is coming out steam. Your hands are cupped beneath me your eyes are burning right through me. Sometimes I'm salty, baby. Sometimes I'm sweet. I think I taste like honey. Maybe I'm candy.
Drink me down. Oh Drink me down.
I think that I'll surrender- I think I'll lay at your feet. You wanted something special, something unique. Sometimes I'm hard to swallow, sometimes I'm easy. I think you want to touch me. Go on and please me.
Drink me down. Oh Drink me down.
My body is liquid. My body is liquid. My body is liquid. My body is liquid...
"Leftover"
So you gave her that mushy pink shit in your chest with fries on the side and she asked you for more. Then she sent it all back in a brown paper bag. Wondering who in the hell she even ordered it for. So now you cry in the dark and act like a fool. Forget about everyone else and believe that she''ll come back to you.
And here I am now begging for scraps of the stuff that she didn't want--tail between my legs I say
'Refuse me. Shit on me. Ignore me. I'll still be in love with you in the morning.'
I remember when I was interesting to you. You sat down in my room and looked at me like I was something. And I caught your eye when you were dancing--told you I wanted you without saying anything.
And here I am now scratching for crumbs of your affection. Honest and brave I say
'Refuse me. Shit on me. Ignore me. I'll still be in love with you in the morning.'
"Great One"
Back through the rusty swinging doors of admiration. Don't you just love it when the fans behave as friends? Guess I should you my heartfelt congratulations but I can't. I used to love the way your voice would touch the ceiling. Sweep all the cobwebs from the corners of the room. I spoke about how you could never forget me but I spoke to soon.
Olga. You forgot to call me on my birthday. You forgot who built you up when you were nothing more than a soundtrack for drinking coffee and writing poetry. Nothing more than a friend to me.
I came to see you as a big star the other day. (blue girls, tough women) You just signed an autograph and walked away. (and the ladies feast on you tonight.) Ain't it funny (You said I would be a great one)how we never ever mean the things we say when we speak to soon? (and you were right)
