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Junior
- Margaret
- This Time Summer
- A Little Something
- A Thing Or Two
- Leave That One Alone
- Slide
- Hard As A Rock
- Neverland
- Heather, I Know
- Enemy Friend
- Little Rusty
- Sending Out A Line
- Slipped Away
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I said that I would be right back
But I knew that I was lying.
Meanwhile, across the town, across the track
There was a kid who was really trying.
I was new at the time
As if you couldn’t tell
Sometimes you find
That things don’t work out so well.
I am sorry, Margaret, I can’t help the way I am.
I am sorry, Margaret, I am doing what I can.
I never used to worry about running,
Unless it was to run and hide.
I always used to hurry to have fun, and
I was taken for nothing but a ride.
The train looked so cool
Until it jumped off the tracks
Am I just a fool, now.
A big fool to want a little piece back?
Will you wait for me, will you wait some more?
Until I’m finally free from the chains I wore before.
Will you wait for me, will you wait some more?
Until I’m finally free?
I’ve been seeing now the early morning
In the morning and not the night.
And even when that sun don’t shine,
I think I’m beginning to see the light.
While you’re still asleep,
I’m up and doing puzzles for The Man.
I’ll never be deep, oh well.
I’m doing what I can.
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Hold on now, I’m the hero here
Don’t I make everything perfectly clear?
My landings practiced, my falls on file
Don’t you know there’s ‘miles’ hidden in that ‘smile’?
I thought I knew it then, now like I know it now
It doesn’t matter anyhow, that’s how it’s gotta be
And now I see,
This time, summer, sing again for me.
Dear autumn, dear one, oh have I,
Though I didn’t try, now drained you dry?
The foul waters of the reflecting brook.
And what a deep-down drink I took.
I thought I knew it then, now like I know today.
It doesn’t matter what I say, it’s what I do
That counts, like one-two-three.
This time, summer,
Sing again for me.
Ashes of crashes, and rages of ages.
Trying, unfurling, but dying on curling yellowed pages
Always repeating.
I’m on the roof, I’m underground.
I’m turning up at the lost and found.
I can’t complain, I can’t compete.
I can’t retire, I can’t retreat.
What I saw then was not like this look.
Imagine, all the time it took
And I took time, and oh how time took me.
This time, summer,
Sing again for me.
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Up-and-downing always
Surely as the summer slides to fall
Haunted in the hallways,
We could open any door at all,
But still we forget.
Happy here at half-speed
Half the fun at only twice the price
Something that we might need
Is something less polite and shy and nice
How about now something to take us away?
A little something new
Something to act like glue
Between me and you
I remember this place
And all the little roads I used to take
It’s one more line on my face
A dream I only have when I’m awake
That I can’t forget
Smoking at the bus stop
It always used to bring them right around
It’s funny we’re still riding
We’ve taken every wrong turn in this town
At least it was something to take us away.
Come down, we call but they never come
Come round, they jump from under our thumb.
Another good idea
Another one that I forgot to write down
Is swimming in the Cesspool Of Master Plans,
Where surely it will drown
And then I’ll forget.
Haunted by a half moon
Waxing tragic while we wheel away
Something better come soon
Something better than the same old same.
How about now something to take us away?
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These days I write off what I leave behind
No one, it seems, can be bothered
To try and return what they find.
These days I dish out what I just can’t take
It’s too hard to get too real,
Too fun to find the fake.
And I’m still singing the song
Of the long, long gone.
You’ve got a thing or two to learn
About when to take or pass your turn
And at which temperature I burn.
These days I throw out what I just can’t eat
I’m fat enough, with all the meat in between my teeth.
I know you don’t believe a single thing I say.
I know I took the shortcut,
But I came back a different way.
And I’m trying to write it all down,
But I’m dying to get out of this town.
I looked you in the eyes, your eyes they looked around
You don’t have to take my call
But the truth will track you down
And so I looked again, there was nothing much to see.
I’m just trying to get it all
Before it gets all of me.
You’ve got a thing or two to learn
About when to take or pass your turn
And not to brag how much you earn
I’ll never bow before the stern
You’ll know what temperature I burn.
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The boys are doing flips and somersaults
Forgetting all her famous faults
For a promised peek inside the vaults
But she don’t really know about that.
She’s making circus acrobats
Out of white-starched, horn-rimmed autocrats
Who pledge allegiance true, despite the spats
But she don’t really know about that.
I’m only saying, boys, to leave that one alone,
She don’t wanna know.
They’re twirling nervous by their teeth
Without a safety net beneath
Trying to impress, but she’s fast asleep
And she don’t really know about that.
They’re upside down and their inside out
They’re trying credit cards and clout
Waiting for the wink that says ‘whip it out’
But she don’t really know about that
I’m only saying boys, it might be time to run
She don’t wanna know
Sometimes you see how it will always be
You lose the conquest, you lose interest
You’re left with only the cold and the lonely
Then she makes you smile
And then you wanna know.
And though she’s hardly some old wicked witch
The thought still makes you sting and itch
About how she pulled that ‘bait and switch’
And didn’t even blink an eye.
You came together, but you leave that one alone
And then she wants to know.
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Who’da thunk today it would bring rain?
Can I get back the hours I taught myself to go insane?
Who knew that tomorrow would be gone?
I was looking for it in a place I stayed too late, too
long.
I found no life there
One or two or three steps into summer.
Guess who’s coming back just one more time
Who’s drawn and quartered, broke and pale blue
And says he’s doing fine?
Who’s that smiling, shaking little man?
With the big ideas and the good handshake
And a short attention span.
I found no life there,
Strike one, strike two, strike three
And that’s a bummer
Guess what? It’s rusted shut.
Welcome to your dusty rut.
Surprise! It’s just your size!
Jump on in and theorize.
Sit up straight, don’t wait, look out below
It’s time to learn those little things that everybody
knows.
Likewise for the learned, yesiree.
Someday soon, they’ll see themselves
There’s a thousand things to be.
No life, no life there
One time, two times and the third must mean I’m lucky
I’m lucky
Ready or not, we ride the slide.
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The long-lost blues, and the envy greens
The choose your hues, and they steal your scenes.
The wanna-be’s, and the why-oh-why’s
They eat your ease, and they close your eyes.
No time to make time this time now
Walking through the leafy green fields of your
neverland
Riding underneath the wheels all the way to neverland.
The late night nothing, and the morning same
The blur eternal, and old as your name
The how-could-I’s, and the who-knows?
Turn into nothing, until nothing shows.
The ‘cross your heart’ is uncrossed by night
And the white hot fire is frostbite white
The too-late-smart, it comes slouching by
And it’s wearing thin and piling high.
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Maybe it’ll be alright, if I just get it out of my
sight
Maybe it’ll go away, if I try it on another day
I’ll keep playing
Maybe I can learn to last long
If I don’t come on too strong
Maybe it’ll be okay, if I shut my eyes and run away
Now I’m praying
I’ve got a name for you, you run my life
Enemy friend
Slowest learner in the land, who doesn’t need another
hand
Watching fascinations fade, and pushing them on their
way
Biding idle
Racing with the morning light, hoping to erase the
night
Thinking I can draw an ace, but I’m finishing in
second place
Suicidal
You know your name by now
I shout it all the time
Enemy friend
You’ve got your room without a view
But your sources report to you back from the outside
You know that soon I am exhuming you
You know we haven’t seen our last ride
I’m a stranger in my own house, I pay my rent to you
Enemy friend.
You always seem to come along
And I’m such a sucker for your song.
Never seem to get enough,
I got a steady diet of that stuff
But I’m a liar
You’re pushing me out of your way
Inviting yourself to stay
You’re talking with the crass control
Now it’s me that’s living in your hole
You start fires
We’re Siamese monsters, man
Joined at the will
Enemy friend
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In the middle of a junkyard town
In a nasty ride the boss sent down
On the way to the studio
With a stop or two to help us go
The kid looks good but can he play?
Does he like women, or the other way?
Fairy apparel straight from downtown L.A.
Well, I heard he wants to direct someday.
Ladies and gentlemen, would you welcome please
Little Rusty
Shot through the ceiling like a cannonball
Keep me in helium and me never fall
Stealing every girl with every song
And he’s even staying up all night long
Pass me that thing, I don’t care if it’s gone
A little rusty
Screaming demons, man they’re everywhere now
We asked them in and we showed them around
We never wanted to stay stupid and small
Now we’re side by side with the biggest ones of all.
In the shadow of a white hot light
In a darkened room somewhere, some night
One last ditch, so defiant and deft
One unromantic exit, stage left.
Ladies and gentlemen, would you wave goodbye
To Little Rusty
We gather here today not to praise but to bury
Little Rusty
He’s side by side with the biggest ones of all
He tried and tried like the biggest ones of all
He cried and cried like the biggest ones of all
He died inside like the biggest ones of all
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I’m sending out a line, hope it gets through
I’m spending my time thinking of you.
No more plucking petals, wondering what I should do
No more lonely searching, since I found you
I’m feeling so fine, I can’t believe that it’s true
I’m drawing a line from me to you
No more time in the shadows, or running from the light
No more casting secret spells
Since you fell into my sight
I wish you could be me for a minute or two
So you could see what I see when I’m looking at you
I’m through as a loner, I’m new as a man
We’re building the new world with our very own hands
And who would have thought I’d have seen such a day
When my only concern wasn’t running away
But I’m home and I’m happy and here I will stay
Come closer, come closer and listen as I say.
I’m sending out a line, hope it gets through
I’m drawing a line from me to you.
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I quit as soon as I run out
I stop as soon as I get through
I try when it’s too late or it don’t matter
I ask to be told what to do
And we both know it’s true.
I will never let you down if you know
I’m bound to ever let you down.
I’ll leave when it looks like you ain’t looking
But I’m sure to sneak right back around,
The talk’s all over town.
I guess I slipped away again
I spent my million in a day
I wonder where my wonder went
And if it’s gone to stay.
I’ll drive till I run out of broken old roads
It seems, though, that I never will.
I’ll pay my my penance in the homes of old ghosts
All those ones I can’t quite kill
And how they haunt me still.
And I’m crying out, ‘What’s my crime?’
And why am I still doing time?
Wilted, rose-colored memories,
Please split the difference with me.
And we can both go free.
I can’t find the time to go and get lost
These days, the choice is hardly mine
I’m so tired of trying to smooth it over
I might just bite at the wrong time
And the blame would be twice mine.
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