On Killy Yorn

I stayed up later on killy yorn
beflixed a cab on skilly shoren
besides me bed before the morn
aye on killy yorn

aye with nae book to read t'dae
and wile the willy hours awae
I slothed t'work and hae no plae
flixomed from the kiss she blae

I kenner back to fluvie forn
with nae book, nae pages torn
nae doggie here, I be forlorn
aye on killy yorn

I back to Virgini land
flivy round Spring's new stand
gather all me wally in hand
beflix me back to New Amsterdam

Mind Here in my garden in these four walls you'll find it's green, in my garden that's where you'll find me here in my garden that's where you'll find me here in my garden won't you come inside in here in my garden that's where you'll find me here in my garden won't you stay a while won't you tell me a story won't you tell me a story won't you sell me, sell me some time here in my mind

Good Days Coming Some days I don't feel so down I get up and I ride around downtown and I look at all the happy shoppers they're gettin their lattes they're buyin flowers gettin their toenails painted and fixin up their hair they seem so happy and well adjusted sometimes I wonder if I could be like them 'cause I know a good day's comin a good day's comin a good day's comin around the bend Some days I wonder when it's all gonna end but I know a good day's comin a good day's comin a good day's comin around the bend

Lay Me Down Lay me down in fields of green Share your love share your dreams Lay me down below sky blue Swear me now your love is true Lay me garlands round my head Sweet green grass make me a bed Lay around me boughs of green Lay me down beside a stream Lay me flowers round my head Lay my boots upon my bed Lay a flag upon my chest Lay me down to take my rest

The Tree Song Last night, I had a dream I was in a world so concrete and clean and the buildings so tall, no sky in between o I miss the trees And in the morning, she said to me why don't you ... go climb a tree and I said "OK, if you come with me" Won't you come with me and climb a tree And I sing La La La .... ... won't you come with me and climb a tree It was a cold day late in December and I hadn't bathed, since I could remember but I'm up in the clouds, I'm up in my tree and the rain came down and washed me clean And I sing La La La .... ... the rain came down and washed me clean I've got a friend, she's older than me and she's curly and burly and pretty and strong and I sleep in her arms, she's all that I see won't you come and meet my friend the tree sing to her La La La ....

The Nattering Nabob of Nepotism Yes, I partied hard, drank my wine scooted through the National Guard, you know I did my time And after all of these things I've done it still hurts to know I'm not the favorite son Daddy don't love me any more, any more Daddy don't love me any more Gotta go now, start my own war CHORUS: Call on brother Jeb, when you wanna get things done Jeb was gonna be the chosen one brother Neil, the smarter one yah, Neil, was always the favorite son Daddy don't love me any more, any more Daddy don't love me any more

Ridin High I'm comin round the mountain, 4-wheelin round the bend got 4 wheels spinnin on my Mercedes Benz; I'm ridin' My 4 wheeler cost more than the 4 walls of your shack but it's tax-deductible, so I'm gonna get it back when I'm ridin' [ bridge: ] I get an elevated feeling / ridin' way up here; It's like a novocaine high / flying without fear ridin', ridin', ridin' high / I'm ridin' My other car's a hummer, it's a 4 wheeler too better run for cover 'cause I'm a hummin over you when I'm ridin' My hummer's got the power of a loaded Mac truck double steel bumpers, and a machine gun mount for luck when I'm ridin' [ bridge] My other car's a Lincoln, you know I ride in style 4 wheel drive and leather seats, a gallon for every mile a gallon, for every mile, for every mile, for every mile, mile, mile, mile [bridge] cell phone driver better git back in yer lane; I'm gonna disconnect you, gonna cause some pain when I'm ridin' / when I'm ridin' when I ride right up your bumper, when I roll on down your hood your best deal on your little car ain't gonna seem so good 'cause you're sittin in your tin can, but I'm ridin' in my train I told you once, told you twice / git out of my lane / I'm ridin' [bridge] [outro]

Cargo

leaving for home I'm leaving for home I'm leaving this country I'm leaving this country on the long ride home I came as a passenger came as a warrior came as a passenger I am the messenger on the long ride home looking up I see through my gauzy view I see Red, White and Blue I see Red, White and Blue over my eyes looking up I see my mother over me the man in the suit talks about bravery talks about honor and glory she doesn't see glory, honor, duty, or country she just ... sees me, she sees me she sees me, she sees me under Red, White and Blue under Red, White and Blue with tears in her eyes came as a passenger came as a warrior came as a passenger I'm going home as cargo I'm going home as cargo on the long ride home salute me, carry me salute me, pray for me on the long ride home

Rainy Day Lover And I hear music music for a rainy day [REPEAT] a rainy day love and I hear music in the street / in the tyres in the rain / in the low flying airplanes I hear [Chorus:] music for a rainy day [REPEAT] rainy day love a rainy day lover and I hear music in the sky / in the trees in the birds / in the leaves on the ground / in the rain in the arms of an oak tree / with you my rainy day love [Chorus]

Dream Heavy I dream heavy / and I wake up high I dream heavy / and I wake up high I dream large / I dream large Reality just seems to bring me down hard I dream heavy / and I wake up high Do you remember / the day you die Do you remember / the day you die I will get by / getting over you I will get by / getting over you I will not survive / living with you I dream heavy / and I wake up high I dream heavy / and I wake up high I dream large / I dream large And lately real life just seems like a dream I dream heavy / and I wake up high

Rodeo Girl And the next year / she said I wanna dance in the carnival / with the clowns / wanna dance o, in the carnival but her mother said no good little christian girls don't dance in the carnival and the next year / she said I wanna ride wanna ride horses / just like the in rodeo I'll be a rodeo girl / in the rodeo / rodeo girl bridge: she said I wanna be / in the rodeo rodeo girl girl in the rodeo in the rodeo but her mother said no good little christian girls dont ride in the rodeo [bridge]

BART PSA Attention all passengers in the BART system security cameras installed in the bart system are not a guarantee against criminal activity by BART Police Passengers: always be aware of your surroundings train operators: always be aware of your passengers Passengers: be aware of the system Passengers: beware the system Passengers: beware the system Beware the system

O Youth O you try to be smooth and so debonair with your middle-aged body, and your soft, greying hair you mingle well, 'til she's standing there and you're speechless and flustered and boyish and game and you're lost in your head repeating her name you dream of pillows and milky way nights and you're smitten and daring and wistful tonight but O youth! you cry and you swear, is wasted on the young with their devil-may-care they are lovely and lithe and fresh faced and pretty but willowy arms hold pink Hello Kitty sleeping bag fantasies marshmallow fires tangerine kisses lip-glossy desires fumbles and misses her summer vacation could you sweep her away and you live for the moment if only today and here, in this moment you live life forever but she's off to college and your mind whispers Never! could you hip her to Hendrix or teach her from Nietzsche you feel like her daddy you feel like her need she goes off to change into jeans she goes off to leave you still reaching for something to say that would beg her to stay just an hour by the tree she goes off to leave you alone with your need she goes off you dream as you stand in your shoes and your sensible slacks that have nothing to do with the bell bottomed jeans that you wore in your youth in your lingering moment to tell her your truth and your undying love, for the next day or two 'til you slump to your notebook and write 'til you're through your obsession your dream your dwindling days your middle aged madness your foggy eyed haze and your soft, greying hair but O youth! you cry and you swear, is wasted on the young with their devil-may-care but O youth! you cry and you swear, you mingle well till she's standing there.

Electricity Electricity when you lie with me when you're lying in my garden dogs play in the underbrush and dew drops fall on your lips Electricity when you lie with me when you're lying in my garden currents flow winds blow grass grows Soon you'll rise and feel the Sun have faith breathe in red leaves fall on your face Electricity when you rise with me when you're lying in my garden day breaks sunrise day wakes nights slips dew drops fall on your lips

Brownsville General Store Brownsville wakes you up with warm yellow sunshine Fresh cut fields of grass lilacs and daylilies and I know I've been to Heaven Chorus: There's a moon over Brownsville tonight Fall's golden red Winter turns to white I'll be hiding from my demons down Route 44 I got a P.O. box, a town hall a graveyard and a church you can find me here at the Brownsville General store Now I've been to Heaven I've been to Hell Hell is a hospital I know it well I've walked its endless corridors shuffled down linoleum floors sought exit from its windowless walls and green steel firedoors Hell is a hospital Hell is a hospital [chorus] Brownsville wakes you up with white falling snow silent snowfall you're warm by the woodstove and I know I've been to Heaven But I've been to Hell Hell is a corporate office I know it well useless meetings and brainless phone calls I've stared at it's plastic walls Hell is a cubicle plastic people and plastic walls drive plastic cars to plastic malls Hell is a strip mall Hell is Wal-Mart Hell is Wal-Mart [chorus] Now I've been to Heaven I've been to Hell Hell has a leader He says "God is on our side" Hell is a bombed out city Wave your flag with pride Hell is a hospital Hell is a hospital Hell is a hospital where my baby died [chorus] Gotta get back to Heaven Gotta get back to Brownsville Get off at Exit 8 Just a couple of miles more Come round the mountain On Route 44 Roll down the window Roll down the window Roll down the window and breathe breathe breathe the air roll into Brownsville roll into Heaven, Lord and the Brownsville General Store

When the Devil Came to California When the Devil came to California On a clear and perfect fall a clear and perfect fall When the Devil came to California He rode in on his fiery mare shook out his fiery hair When the Devil came to California On a clear and perfect fall a clear and perfect fall When the Devil came to California He rode in on his fiery mare shook out his fiery hair He spied her lying there he stole her last breath of air When the Devil came On a clear and perfect fall a clear and perfect fall

Stay Now the dread has turned to sorrow drifts and lands like down lingers here alights leaves me alone alone why can't we be friends forever? here in hereafter stay by my side when you leave visit me in dreams visit me in dreams and downpours between drops of rain

Mary Love sits at the table, plays hearts with a trick but I've played that hand, now the anger comes quick I wandered around in this all-night town And I found a bar to call home And there's music and laughter and lots of good cheer and a barmaid named Mary who brings you your beer Chorus: And everyone here loves Mary, And Mary loves everyone here Everyone here loves Mary, Mary loves everyone Some day I'll ask her to be my bride, But now I'll just ask for another beer, Mary Mary smiles as she works the tables and chats with the regular folks Puts a hand on your shoulder as she comes around and sits and laughs at your jokes she wears oversized boots, undersized jeans beauty and grace floating by in a tank top ---- Chorus ---- Sure, other girls come into the bar and sure, they look cute for a while but they yammer on cell phones when there's live music or they smoke, or they're easy, bitchy, or dumb and there's only one Mary, at least around here I wait in my corner, 'till she brings my beer ---- Chorus ----