Television Album

I was out stumbling in the rain staring at your lips so red
You said, "'Blah, blah, blah" you got a pillow stuck in your head"
How could I argue with a mirror
She looked at me. Yes, I hear her.
When I see the glory, I ain't gotta worry

She said, "There's a halo on that truck, won't you please get it for me?"
I said, "Of course my little swan, if ever and ever you adore me."
She got mad. She said, "you're too steep."
She put on her boxing gloves and went to sleep –
When I see the glory
A I ain't got no worries

Up on the high, high hills – with my floating friend –
Watchin' all the silver – no one can ever spend
I feel the touch of her hand and all it will erase;
These footprints I followed tho they followed my every pace –
Days, be more than all we have.
No matter how much I cross I always see the same stream.
I'm standing up on these bridges that are standing in a dream.

Soldier boy stands at a full salute.
He wants your orders to execute.
Send him out – 'neath the screaming red lights
In a narrow ditch for the funny fights.
Foxhole, foxhole too much danger
Where's my guardian angel – oh no
You show me the war, I don't know what for.
You show me the war but the war 's such a bore.
In the line of duty, in the line of fire
A heartless heart is my proper attire.
The flashing sword has been explored
The perfect slice – perfect slice of life.
I feel the shells hit – Moonlight web
Goodbye arms, so long, head.
No more danger
Hello guardian angel.
Pin me down, go ahead it's a cinch
You pin me down, you'll feel the pinch
I was trained for fights
Foxhole, foxhole
Foxhole, foxhole.

I jump outa bed and pull down the shade
I used to have such sweet dreams – now it's more like an air raid.
I see the opposition clear – I see them stare
I don't care – it doesn't matter to me – I never think about it
Slip out of myself like a shadow and somersault thru walls
I can't tell, it's really so odd
Is this spring or fall?
Your wine is just sour grapes
Pour me a glass anytime I'm not there
Careful Careful
I'm not bitter I just get so sore
I need that girl more and more
Cuz when she whispers in my ear it gets so hard
It get's so hard to get out of bed
It's more than I can do.
If someone must work today, let it be you.
All this confusion hit me like a dare but I don't care.

Last night I drifted down to the docks
The water… glittering and black.
The snow fell lightly and disappeared.
I felt the old ropes grow slack.
I thought I'd dissolve when the beacon revolved.
I just get so carried away.
Once I had a ship, yes I had a map
I had the wind like a tree has sap
I sank into these banks of clay
I get carried
Those rooms were freezing and always dark but where we were never mattered
Your head was golden
There was lightning in your arms and then the glass shattered.
It was noon at midnite.
The day that never ends –
The lamp it whispers and makes amends – everything was more than I took it for.
I got carried away.

Storms all that summer we lived in the wind, out in some room in the wind,
Your hands they were folded. You knew no demands.
My tongue, it clattered like tin, My eyes repeat. They take my seat.
Your eyes they say you resigned from the heat.

We leaned in the cold, holding our breath, watching the corners turn corners.
Coins on the table, the cards in the air, the face at the window kept smiling.
Storms all that winter we stayed locked away.
Waiting. Watching. Falling.

End of the street. Horizon retreats.
You ran with it. I wish I could.
Sleep is not sleep. My eyes repeat.
You take the voltage that watches you weep.
You caught the voice. I listen close.
All I heard was the echoes.

Praise emptiness.
Her rose-colored dress.
Her circling motions.
Praise emptiness.
Everything scattered, nothing was missed.
We took our house in the fire.

You're pushin' a furnace
You're workin' too hard
You're setting things off – all over the yard
You play with your 'top' – till your eyes start to spin
Then you shrug your shoulders and ask me where I've been
Travel fulfills you but the distance it kills you

Oh oh ain't that nothin'
Why don't you tell me somethin'
Tragedy
Ain't that nothin'
I just wish you'd tell me something –

The fan keeps whirling
The wind stays hot – but I can't keep from slippin' a lot
I look in that purse
It's a blessing and a curse

Discover dishonor with its thousand commands
It ain't worth a shot
That target is sand
But I love disaster and I love what comes after.

The elevator called me up.
She said you better start making sense.
The stone was bleeding, whirling in the waltz.
I went to see her majesty. The court had no suspense.
She said, "Dream dreams the dreamer."
I said it's not my fault.