David Thomas Lyrics
Bay City
(2000)
Clouds Of You
I hear the bones buried in the hillsI hear my brothers my brothers still
I hide away in a coupe de ville
I will drive around
It's funny.
I feel too loud to feel so dumb
I drive into the rising sun
Grey worms are writhing in the ashtray
A cloud's appearing in the roadway.
I feel too loud to feel so numb
I drive into the rising sun
Grey worms are writhing in the ashtray
A cloud's appearing in the roadway.
Honey it's you
I feel alive
I feel like rain when it hits the river
Black Rain
Green River.
Writers: Thomas-Jørgens-Teller-Acs
©2000 Hearpen Music
White Room
Somebody touched meIn a white room
I cried
I will be free
Someday I will be free
Someday.
Writers: Thomas-Jørgens-Teller-Acs
©2000 Hearpen Music
Black Coffee Dawn
All this rain and black coffee tooDoes something to your sense of time and place
What you might be feeling
About the whole damn human race
Gets under your skin
Worries at the place where all the pieces come together
Picking away until something's been pried up
Like an old scab
And the wound is fresh.
All this rain and black coffee
Not doing me a bit of any good
I got way too much time
Which has gotten to be personified
They's out there shooting flares to light up the night.
Now they's coming swarming over the ridge
Loudspeakers blaring
All dressed the same
They's looking at me screaming
Die Yankee Die!
I'm hunkered down
Knowing that I just can't kill so much time.
This morning the sun is like a piece of paper
Somebody tore out of a magazine
They spit on the back
Sticking it to the wall
Now it's curling at the edges about to fall.
The morning is buzzing at me way too loud
My life hurts in places I never knew I could feel
All this rain and black coffee
Not doing me a bit of any good.
Writers: Thomas-Jørgens-Teller-Acs
©2000 Hearpen Music
Salt
(Approaching Reno Absolute US50)A lost highway
A tin can in the sand
Salt
On my lips
On the window
A line
Straight
It disappears.
The blink of an eye
The sea is gone
It's the salt
That lingers on
Up one ridge
Down the other side
The road is a line
Wait!
Half buried
On the side of the lonely highway
Tin can
In the sand
Salt
On my lips
On the window
The blink of an eye.
Did you hear that?
Did you hear?
The sound of the sea
The sea is gone
Tin can
Hold it to your ear
Sound lingers on
Salt!
I turn to her
Do you hear?
Neon buzzing
It's sound in a can
Half buried in the sand
A lost highway
A tin can
Sand!
The sea is gone
It's salt that lingers on
Do you hear the neon?
Buzzing
Buzzing
Buzzing
Buzzing
Buzzing.
Writers: Thomas-Jørgens-Teller-Acs
©2000 Hearpen Music
Nobody Lives On The Moon
Nobody lives on the moonPeople are never saying goodbye
Nobody knows.
Nobody cries on the moon
People are never unhappy on the moon Nobody knows.
Nobody lives on the moon
I live on the moon
Nobody knows.
Writers: Thomas-Jørgens-Teller-Acs
©2000 Hearpen Music
Charlotte
Call me a foolPour me a drink
Charlotte!
My head is on the blink
Tell me what to think
Charlotte!
Writers: Thomas-Jørgens-Teller-Acs
©2000 Hearpen Music
The Doorbell
What will I do if you go?What will I tell the neighbors?
How soon do you think they will know?
Who's gonna talk to me?
Who's gonna be my friend?
What will I do if you go?
What will I do if you go?
Who's gonna care for my emotional needs?
What will I say then who will I be?
Who's gonna talk to me?
Who's gonna be my friend?
Who's gonna talk to me if you go?
What will I do on my own?
I can have a party
And still be alone.
I can sleep on my back
And not answer the phone
I can eat beans out of a can
And keep the house tidy and neat
If you go.
How soon can you go?
I'd like you to know that I will miss you
If you go.
Writers: Thomas-Jørgens-Teller-Acs
©2000 Hearpen Music
15 Seconds
He's a big ugly man in a boatHe waves at the kids
The water is emerald green
As if the sky were cobalt blue
The air has got diamonds powdered through it.
The man shouts at the kids
You'd better close your eyes
In this world the good things sink
While the bad things rise
You better close your eyes.
Writers: Thomas-Jørgens-Teller-Acs
©2000 Hearpen Music
The Radio Talks To Me
All this salt is like so much rainI hear people speak
They say it so plain
All this salt is so much pain
Hugga-chugga
Much too much pain.
You wanna rub salt into my wound
You wanna send me on my way
You wanna take the sheets
From off of my bed
Well hell I'm gonna be better off that way
Better off than dead.
You wanna have to flavor up some humble pie
You're gonna have to bind me up tight
You wanna have to lick the salt
From off of my bread
Well hell I'm gonna be better off that way
What more can I ask?
Writers: Thomas-Jørgens-Teller-Acs
©2000 Hearpen Music
Shaky Hands
Somewhere out thereThere's room for a man with fiery eyes
And shaky hands
Who's got a ways to go.
In the frying pan
Of a distant land
You pull up your stakes
You fight off the snakes.
Rain falls like fool's gold
Across the starry night of warning lights
Gold's a flood pursued by rubes
Who bust out the riverside in haste.
Hit the road looking for a mirror
Boy you got what it takes!
In the rain the road is a constraint
It ties my mind to the rhythm grind of a neon line.
No one knows my name
So who's gonna take the blame
When the blame is a flame
The flame is a fire
That lights the night with gold
That we fools do pursue.
Writers: Thomas-Jørgens-Teller-Acs
©2000 Hearpen Music
Black Rain
Somebody here's gonna have to make this thing workI hear it through the grapevine
That it's gonna have to be me.
Writers: Thomas-Jørgens-Teller-Acs
©2000 Hearpen Music
Turpentine
Sometimes it rains all nightSometimes it rains at dawn
Sometimes you hear the truth
It sounds like a voice of harm.
Everybody needs a roof
To find shelter from a storm
Everybody here must swear
That in the morning you'll be gone.
Everybody here must leave
Everybody here must be bled
It's a hard way to look at it
To leave the facts unsaid.
Writers: Thomas-Jørgens-Teller-Acs
©2000 Hearpen Music
