Lyrics

Circling the Sun

Keep thinking of the time

How it’s so easy to unwind

A cog in a mystery machine

That doesn’t exist, we’re just floating.

Just circling the sun.

It doesn’t exist, we’re just floating.

We’re just floating.

Deconstructing. . .

 

Tabula Rasa

Some nights I’m just flatlining,

Riding and unbent coaster through the void,

Like an arrow through a great gorge that never ends,

Or a rattle that sighs from a lung that gives in.

 

Some nights all is quiet inside

And static but gently moving too,

Like a paper airplane down an empty hall,

I’m just gliding through.

 

No words, no words can take you to the space I’m crossing

Or the dark I’m delving in.

No thoughts, no love, no hate just a captainless ship,

And it’s getting late.

 

Some nights I’m just a shadow

Moving across the wall without a noise,

Like a puppet through a light screen, dancing but bound,

Or a storybook boy that won’t grow up or come down.

 

Some nights all is quiet inside

And static but gently moving too,

Like a paper airplane down an empty hall,

I’m just gliding through.

 

Some nights all is silently torn,

But whole in its free and mysterious way,

Like a deer cut from its herd by hungry wolves,

I’m just falling prey.

 

No words, no words can take you to the space I’m crossing

Or the dark I’m delving in.

Not thoughts, no love, no hate just a ghostless machine

And it’s getting late.

 

A Full Circle

 

1. Down the Rabbit Hole

To go forward is to go back

To go back is to go forward

She’s running circles on a track

It doesn’t matter which direction

She says, “I am here, I’ve never been there before,

The grass was warm and I was looking hard,”

And, “I am there, I’ve never been here before,

I fell so deep it caught me off my guard.”

 

Ooo—Ooo—Ooo—

 

And at the stroke of midnight

The sun beams from straight above

North, South, East, West are obscured by the lack of shadows.

She’s in the Land of Midnight now

And when push comes to shove

She’ll drink a drink and shrink and slink away.

 

Ooo—Ooo—Ooo—

 

Stranger in a strange, strange land

Where rabbits white are late for dates,

Don’t have time to be her friend

Stranger in a strange, strange land

She’s further now from close

Than she has ever been.

 

2. A Full Circle

Well maybe I’m a fool

And maybe I’m a fake

Or maybe I’m a psychedelic mermaid

Drowning in your oxygen tank.

Ya daa ndaa daa— Ya daa ndaa—

Cause it’s hard to save face

When you can’t make a case

For a logic that doesn’t hold true.

 

Well maybe I’m a pawn

And maybe I’m a slave

Or maybe I’m a little bitty baby

With a war cry like an Indian Brave.

Ya daa ndaa daa— Ya daa ndaa—

I don’t know what is right

And I’m losing the light

It’s getting further and further from view.

 

All those run around times

And a’makin big sound times

And I had to go through it

But I sure did jump into it.

All those run around times

And a’makin big sound times

And I guess maybe I blew it

But, that’s the way I drew it.

All those run around times

Pick yourself up off the ground times

And I tried to play it cool

But, what a fool I was.

Ya daa ndaa—

 

And a full circle comes around every day

I know that it will find a way.

 

3. The Shape of Everything

He walks along the endless beaches of the universe

Collecting your new and used, your new and used experiences.

 He takes ‘em home and chops ‘em up and pastes ‘em back together again

Says, “They’re mine now, and they’re fine now, these experiences.”

 

He acts out all the parts

The saints, the killers, and the broken hearts.

Oh, he’s alone in a big black hole

Never lived one life of his own.

 

Ooo—Ooo—Your new and used,

Your new and used experiences

 

Won’t be forgotten, won’t be swallowed up by time eternal,

Yes we’re small, yes we’re all wondering why we have to die.

 But maybe there’s a reason dangling on a chain in a locket

that she’s tucked away, and when she remembers him, she’ll open it.

 

And when she does what will she find?

Will the truth unlocked be the balanced kind?

Or could it be the twisted symphony

of a broken mind?

 

Ooo—Ooo—

 

He has a stand at the supernova where he spends his days

Selling your new and used, your new and used experiences.

 From the latest to collector’s vintage, if the stars can spare some change,

They can shine like new with a little piece of you.

 

‘Cause after all memories fade. 

Time carries out its brutal raid

on skin and bone, footprints in stone. 

It all gets washed away.

 

Ooo—Ooo—Your new and used,

Your new and used experiences

 

Won’t be forgotten, won’t be swallowed up by time eternal,

Yes we’re small, but now something stays in its own little way.

 

Ooo—Ooo— Butterflies

Change the shape of everything.

Yeah, butterflies

Change the shape of everything.

 

You Have a Shelter

 

1. You Have a Shelter

You have a shelter in my heart

And a sanctuary in my soul

It has always been here for you

To come home to when you want to

When your restlessness subsides

 

And the days have done you in

Well I won’t ask you where you been

You’ll have a meal on my table

And an armchair in my den

 

Because it has always been here for you

To come home to when you want to

When your restlessness subsides

 

And you don’t care no more what is said

With that worry that’s all up in your head

You’ll have a meal on my table

And a blanket on my bed

 

You have a shelter in my heart

And a sanctuary in my soul

It has always been here for you

To come home to when you want to

When your restlessness subsides.

 

2. Flame Out

You toss around in the emotional pool

Your heart’s on fire and there’s nothing I can do

But just wish I could put that flame out

So that the waters would still

But only you can make it happen

Only you can see what I’m seeing in the reflection

I can stay stiff in this quicksand only so long

If you don’t calm down

And if the waters would still the sand would settle

We could see ourselves in this situation for what it is

So what is it?

 

I don’t have an answer for you

I don’t have a clue

I just get still and look into the astral waters

And see exactly what to do

 

So here we are and I fear you’ll drown

As you send yourself spiraling down

The wasteland of your circumstance

It’s out of control

And I hope you know I didn’t mean any harm

But if I flail around with my defensive arms

This little raft of mindfulness could turn over us

And we both would drown

 

I don’t have an answer for you

I don’t have a clue

I just get still and look into the astral waters

And see exactly what to do

Sometimes I don’t like what I see

But it really isn’t up to me

I can’t turn a blind eye and muddy-up the waters

That bind the heart to reality

 

3. No Pueden

Los putos

No pueden

Compartir la escena

Con una mujer de verdad.

 

Devil may hear and the devil may care,

But the devil don’t know that I would meet him there

With a needle and a thread and a fair strong arm,

Fingers that twist and a wrist that’s still warm.

 

I’ll sew the foul mouth shut before I will let

It whisper to fools what I would really rather keep private,

Because I take care of my business, it’s a garden that I tend,

But it takes some devolution to be a chimpanzee, a lady, and a friend.

Especially when

 

Los putos

No puden

Compartir la escena

Con una mujer de verdad.

I said it, I did it, I played it, and I hit it,

And if your bilingual or old enough,

You may know of what I tell.

 

 

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