Blue Lips

He stumbled into faith and thought
God, there is all there is.
The pictures in his mind arose,
And began to breathe.
And all the gods and all the worlds
Began colliding on a backdrop of blue.

Blue lips, blue veins

He took a step but then felt tired,
He said I'll rest a little while.
But when he tried to walk again,
He wasn't a child.
And all the people hurried fast, real fast
And no one ever smiled.

Blue lips, blue veins.
Blue, the color of our planet
From far, far away.
Blue lips, blue veins.
Blue, the color of our planet
From far, far away.

He stumbled into faith and thought
God, there is all there is.
The pictures in his mind arose
And began to breathe.
And no one saw and no one heard
They just followed the lead.
The pictures in his mind arose
And began to breathe.

And no one saw.
And no one heard they just followed the lead
The pictures in his mind awoke.
And began to breed.

They started off beneath an olive tree
And they chopped it down to make a picket fence
And marching along the railroad tracks
They smiled real wide for the camera lens
As they made it past the enemy lines
Just to become enslaved in the enemy lines

Blue lips, blue veins
Blue, the color of our planet
From far, far away
Blue lips, blue veins
Blue, the color of our planet
From far, far away

Blue, the most human color [x3]
Blue lips, blue veins
Blue, the color of our planet
From far, far away

Lady

Lady sings the blues so well,
As if she mean it
As if it's hell down here
In the smoke-filled world
Where the jokes are cold
They don't laugh at jokes
They laugh at tragedies.

Corner street societies,
But they believe her.
They never leave her
While she sings she make them feel things.
She says, I can sing this song so blue
That you will cry in spite of you.
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder,
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder.

And I have walked these streets so long,
There ain't nothing right, there ain't nothing wrong.
But the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder,
The little wet tears on your baby's shoulder.

Lady lights a cigarette, puffs away, no regret,
Takes a look around, no regrets, no regrets,
Stretches out like branches of a poplar tree.
She says, I'm free
Sings so soft as if she'll break, says
I can sing this song so blue
That you will cry in spite of you.
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder,
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder.

I have walked these streets so long,
There ain't nothing right, nothing wrong.
But the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder,
The little wet tears on your baby's shoulder.

But on this stage,
I've learned to fly.
Learned to sing,
And learned to cry.
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder,
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder.

But now it's time,
To say goodbye.
Some might laugh,
But I will surely cry.
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder,
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder.

Lady lights a cigarette,
Puffs away, and winter comes.
And she forgets.

Ode To Divorce

The food that I'm eating
Is suddenly tasteless
I know I'm alone now,
I know what it tastes like
So break me to small parts
Let go in small doses.
But spare some for spare parts,
There might be some good ones.
Like you might make a dollar.
I'm inside your mouth now,
Behind your tonsils,
Peeking over your molars.
You're talking to her now
And you've eaten something minty
And you're making that face that I like
And you're going in, in for the kill, kill
For the killer kiss, kiss for the kiss, kiss.

I need your money, it'll help me
I need your car and I need your love [x2]
So won't you help a brother out?
Won't you help a brother out?
Won't you help a brother out, out, out, out, out?

So break me to small parts
Let go in small doses,
But spare some for spare parts,
You might make a dollar
Dollar, might make a dollar.

So won't you help a brother out?
Won't you help a brother out?
Won't you help a brother out, out, out, out, out?

So break me to small parts,
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
There might be some good ones.
You might make a dollar
(There might be some good ones)
There might be some good ones
(You might make a dollar)
You might make a dollar
(There might be some good ones)
There might be some good ones

Samsom

You are my sweetest downfall.
I loved you first, I loved you first.
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth,
I have to go, I have to go.
Your hair was long when we first met.

Samson went back to bed,
Not much hair left on his head.
Ate a slice of wonder bread,
And went right back to bed.
And the history books forgot about us,
And the bible didn't mention us,
And the bible didn't mention us
Not even once.

You are my sweetest downfall,
I loved you first, I loved you first.
Beneath the stars came falling on our heads,
But they're just old light, they're just old light.
Your hair was long when we first met.

Samson came to my bed,
Told me that my hair was red,
Told me I was beautiful and
Came into my bed.
Oh I cut his hair myself one night,
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light.
And he told me that I'd done alright,
And kissed me till the morning light,
The morning light.
And kissed me till the morning light.

Samson went back to bed,
Not much hair left on his head,
Ate a slice of wonder bread,
And went right back to bed.
Oh we couldn't bring the columns down,
Yeah we couldn't destroy a single one.
And the history books forgot about us,
And the bible didn't mention us,
Not even once.

You are my sweetest downfall,
I loved you first.