1. |
If I Could
03:32
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i'd give you everything if i could
i'd buy you diamond rings if i could
i'll be there by your side, day and night, black and white, morning light
i'll pray for our salvation if i should
i'll pray for domination if i should
whatever comes to mind, when it's time, day and night, black and white
i'll shed 1000 skins if you would
shed 1000 skins with me too
we'll be quite the pair
day and night
black and white
in the morning light
i'd give you everything if i could
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2. |
Dusk 'til Dawn
08:53
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Something that scares
upon the stairs
And I can see right through it
I’ll keep on lying to myself
There is nothing to it
And now I’m gone
Without a song
I am gone
From dusk until dawn
The Damned and saved
around the table
Chant like drunken druids
Hands are raised
and debts are paid
Nobody’s fooling
And now I’m gone
Without a song
I am gone
From dusk until dawn
At a great cost
All bets are off
This was a fixed election
Our boat is tossed
Our crews been lost
There is no redemption
And now I’m gone
Without a song
I am gone
From dusk until dawn
We dream our fears
Are crystal clear
And we will wake tomorrow
But life defines
A subtle line
Between our joys and sorrows
And now I’m gone
Without a song
I am gone
From dusk until dawn
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3. |
Hold Your Fire
05:16
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Hold your fire
Knightsbridge is calm tonight
Whimsical girls give a fright
To superstars
Is that what you are?
Sacrifice is we all own
Heart and soul and hearth and house and home
To whatever’s on
Ornamental, accidental, sentimental hogwash washes over me
Starlight can only burn only the best of us, can't you fucking see?
Just you and me
It’s easy and it's soft and free
A simple path to Tennessee
Go south then dead east
Ain’t she a fright?
Placing candles on her window sill
Some water for her yellow pills
Then she'll shoot to kill
Runways and bumper cars turn their pretty suns, towards the blackened sea
Shall you walk or spring to life when everything seems dead to me to me to me?
Take a pass Take a ticket Take a chance today
cuz this isn’t yesterday
is today the day?
It’s blown apart
And all my pieces are just scattered wide
Through a million acre countryside
Me you'll never find
And we'll find pleasure in the sober and the sanest things
And we'll sign everywhere and everybody knows that life’s a powder keg
It's Primed for blowing up and blowing down the marrow in her useless wings
Hopeful and helpless pulling happenstance across the planet's rings
Sisters and brothers rolling underneath the colors playing hide and seek
You can trust us with the ordinary rust upon these metal peaks
They will explain, they will kindly rearrange, they will spell and speak
and Mighty carriage wheels spinning, ever after down a dead end street
Hold your fire, Knightsbridge is calm tonight
Whimsical girls give a fright
To superstars
Is that what we are?
Sacrifice all that we own
Heart and soul and hearth and house and home
To whatever’s on
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4. |
The Wasteland
07:18
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His face was next to nothing
But it fit him well
A goddamn tortoise shell
He sits and stays a spell
A terrifying something
Eyes a quiet kill
Right there bitter pills
The room falls dead and still
Riding through the wasteland
a Wild Graceland
a Race into eternity
Ride into the wasteland
we'll Find a place there
A chance to reach our destiny
He pulls it from his pocket
A small business gun
Shoots bullets just for fun
The slow down burns begun
It shivering and shuts the morning
wall to wall
He sells fear door to door
He strong as iron ore
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Kurt Van Hook North Carolina
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