:::::::::::: Straightface :::::::::::: Call out your castaway You'll wake up to carry in the new day Send 'em out from the castle on high Talk is talk, solely in your mind Claim-stake the final words What goes around is knocking at your front door Straightface, you're rapt and High-flown for hire Make believe you breathe out Every one you take The viewpoints slam, Mates just look around to know you're wicked Proclaimed from protected stances Who, wallowing, wear what you've fallen into You demonize what you don't understand Darts surround your heavy, heavy hand Straightface, you're rapt and High-flown for hire Make believe you breathe out Every one you take Better keep the bags packed Keep your nose clean Check the shelf life and date Reticent gonna soon realize Showgirls magazines define your minds eye You're a rough draft you're old news You're a grifter with a funny little hat Straightface, you're rapt and High-flown for hire Make believe you breathe out Every one you take :::::::::::::::: Driving The View :::::::::::::::: From different levels Just pieces together Never had a fall That didn't burn wih laughter Living it down Just enough time to revel All this talk about The machine and what it means On the street side walking Faces wearing different dreams Living it down Just enough time to revel When you're driving the view The pace looks up when the burn goes down Time and again when you're driving the view Another non-issue In around that commonplace Free loose dirt Free the minds of those who gainsay Living it down Just enough time to revel :::::::::::: Medicine Hat :::::::::::: There will be droughts and days inundated unveilings free from saturation departures raised with no masquerading. There will be teachers that die by their own hand pundits that push headlong for atonement friends and followers devoted to living. There will be watchers that plot from in confines and those committed to society's circles unwary cogs with no cadence or virtue. There will be right, there will be wrong. Drop of the hat and it's already started Just like that and the deed is done What I'd give for the hat to be medicine The time is now to be on the run. There will be machinations unforeseen sleepwalking sense from a bad dream no promenade walk in the parkway. There will be catchwords filled with infection circulars to prop up occasion a golden mean to guide the footsteps. There will be levels on high hills that appraise there will be unchanging certainties barometers that follow the stampede. There will be right, there will be wrong. Drop of the hat and it's already started Just like that and the deed is done What I'd give for the hat to be medicine The time is now to be on the run. There will be signposts of indication semaphore ghost signs and warnings hailstone halos and country-blues wailings. There will be strains that break out of straight time but paid with grace, taking roads to the same place with consequence to repay what's been given. There will be layers of means to an end drawn-out days before resolution dregs will rain down from all directions. There will be right, there will be wrong. Drop of the hat and it's already started Just like that and the deed is done What I'd give for the hat to be medicine The time is now to be on the run. ::::::: Strands ::::::: There is a slowness on the throttle a civility at an end Painted out of a corner breaks to bind the strands To decide within the barnstorm or shadows feeding in the lurch Just survive by a stone's throw the decision wheels at work Peace be found, if temporary sirens stir the seeds of regret Gathered clouds are unleashing signs to walk, then place your bet The squatters on high stations the talkers that hold sway Verbal backslide rushes out like grapeshot fine spray No anchor-drop sanctuary no remedy [tends?] to show No finding it uncovered just a wide swing tremolo Broken down, lessons learned redeemed on epitaphs By blindfolded regulars with countenance to switch back Echo farewell to midnight to the loneliness of the chase To the minutes past his red-letter to Elysian Fields defaced No pangs provide delivery breaking out of the throes No reverie decided just a wide swing tremolo No mercy in pokerface lend an ear before you go No sentence yet decided just a wide swing tremolo :::: Flow :::: Wasted air, breathe so low Same old politics of show Just don't find the same as I leave it Still in the flow Still in the flow and I'm low to the ground Just wanna bring it about Already seen from the inside out Varied change, in the words of the weatherman Still in the flow Still in the flow and I'm low to the ground All control is out, spinning A new beginning, tracking and finding Look what we have Talks resumed, strike avoided Political mood winding down Hearts and minefields and three's a charm Still in the flow Still in the flow and I'm low to the ground Still in the flow and I'm low to the ground :::::::::::::::::: Dead Man's Clothes :::::::::::::::::: Who do you answer to? no one there, just pride. Will that water mix with blood to make the hollow man decide? No more dead tides, or red tides wash over in this dream. I'm going, going downtown in a dead man's clothes. Just hollow legs, hollow platforms, kickback parties and raising dimes. Exit left number 65 this nightfall's made up my mind. No more dead tides, or red tides wash over in this dream. I˘m going, going downtown in a dead man's clothes. :::::::::::::::: Right On Through :::::::::::::::: Waking brow, descending sun to scenes that strum, still sawing away break for the wayward and for the stranger we˘re all in this danger, said the screed on the wall. Through it all, through it all Force of will and wishful thinking Straggled and strayed, we've sawed right on through Here's to plotting the true Here's to the string player˘s lament Here's to a marching slow pace Here's to the last funeral song Through it all, through it all Force of will and wishful thinking Straggled and strayed, we've sawed right on through :::::::::::::: Carry You Down :::::::::::::: What has been given to this unforgiving surrounding? No contribution save an unwanted coffin. Can you share the news, the lowdown, what has happened? There's intrigue and passion of a murdering sort. Carry you down, carry you down carry you down, lose your ashes along the way Carry you down, carry you down carry you down, lose your ashes along the way Sister can you tell is this now a warning? Sure to be and then some - few will take heed. Travels and trials from forsaken thinking, just breeding poison till none shall prevail. Carry you down, carry you down carry you down, lose your ashes along the way Carry you down, carry you down carry you down, lose your ashes along the way :::::::: Question :::::::: My mind's made up to pacing across the floor no point in staying if we˘re not saying war I don't mind hanging around whatever now and what else can I do? It's a question of you. Thoughts careen till I can't stand up where's the crime in a streak of bad luck? words to pick at, retreat from words that fester if only to get at the truth - It's a question of you. What it all comes down to is a different set of values to throw away or mobilize to use - It's a question of you. No time to be singular here's hoping that the feeling gets through the sound of sound beginning leads to places where reflections break anew - It's a question of you. What it all comes down to is a different set of values to throw away or mobilize to use - It's a question of you. ::::::::::::::::::::::: Streets That Time Walks ::::::::::::::::::::::: The beliefs from the status quo picture Drop down like from a drip dispenser Leaving too many paths that lead to One-way talk with only the darkness Sun breaks on a buffer-zone madness Fleeing ghosts for all the wrong reasons Apathetic eyes to the future Complacent to the last broken pieces No conspiracy to deny you Or push you astray You've withstood the streets that time walks Still treading on a hallowed gone heyday. Your grievance is wrapped in Just simple surviving Points raised, points abandoned The big dream is hollow Hereafters have not been chosen The flame will find the oxygen Stopgap measures down Just take it for another spin No conspiracy to deny you Or push you astray You've withstood the streets that time walks Still treading on a hallowed gone heyday. Walked into a field of vision Coldhearted steps of perception Closer to other eyes As distant stood the fall Homesick along with a hometown state Pack it up or pack it in Promise of days gone past Is a foregone situation No conspiracy to deny you Or push you astray You've withstood the streets that time walks Still treading on a hallowed gone heyday. ::::::::::::::::: Blue Side Hanging ::::::::::::::::: Say hello to the blue side hanging around Didn't think it mattered just force of habit With room to roam the wayside heals all that˘s wrong Didn't think it mattered now the writing's on the wall Been sidetracked blind Different point of view from far away Sidetracked blind, strung out Just living between the lines The blues have shown and kidnapped your heart away Didn't think it would happen now I know you better With ground to gain the soapbox stairs bar the way Safeguards to sacrifice for a clear resolution Been sidetracked blind Different point of view from far away Sidetracked blind, strung out Relations, take the Fifth, ask questions, arrive No sign of evolution From the hole in the wall inside Not even the cool winds whipping through this town Would ever be enough to tear the world down With limits unknown the time to spare for a spare idea The pull to wander is pulling out of here Been sidetracked blind Different point of view from far away Sidetracked blind, strung out Just living between the lines :::::::::: Blind Hope :::::::::: Spend a million dream days Shook the hand of time, served gods Waited around the display Saw no revelation No good to go feet first All distraction and hesitation With a bucket for the leakage Brackish feelings to bail out Living it up on the downside Living out what's inside Taking it at full stride Taking it Here's one for you Leave one for me Don't mind and don't regret it Forget what's gone and here's your warning: Bring it down and break it in Casting it out, reeling it in Living on blind hope again Casting it out, reeling it in Living on blind hope again