1. |
full grown man
02:52
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i was born a full grown man,
with hair on my face and blood on my hands
and i know. lord knows, i know
born with bills in the mail in my name
and i only stayed here to figure out why i came.
i don't know. won't you tell me, please? i don't know.
i was born bald and wrinkled and worn.
too small to notice but to loud to ignore
and i know. lord knows, i know.
i was born with a story to tell,
about how life can be heaven and how life can be hell,
but i don't know. hell, i just don't know.
i was born with a word on my hand,
but it was written in a language that i don't understand,
but i know. lord knows, i know.
born with a promise to keep or to break,
and i take, and i take, and i take, and i take,
and i don't know. the lord knows. i don't know.
and i was born with a devilish smirk,
and an ax to grind and an angle to work,
and i know. lord knows, i know.
born all tangled and tied up by lines,
and i ain't lost my spirit, but i have lost my mind,
so i don't know. lord knows. i don't know.
i was born dried up and cracked,
with a knife in your hand, and a target on my back,
and i know. oh yeah, girly, i know.
cuz i was born to learn and to love,
but the more i get burned, then the less i can trust,
so i don't know. i really just don't know.
i was born to this empire of dirt,
and i hope it don't kill me. hell, i hope it don't hurt,
but i know. oh no. i know.
and i was born weeping and tired,
but i can't get to sleep cuz of the light of the fire,
and this thorn in my side keeps pushin' straight thru,
and i don't know what'll save me
and i don't know what'll do.
so, i'll pray to the lord.
i hope he answers back,
cuz a freight trains approaching
and i'm tied to the track,
and if the music's over,
please, just hum
to the rhythm of my train
'til catastrophe comes.
and i know the lord knows i don't know.
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2. |
start a fight
03:02
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we're at a party
start a fight
want me to like you
start a fight
steal me a beer
steal my heart
spend the night
start a fight
and that's the only way to tell
you want blood
you want flesh
forget the butcher
buy direct
fuck the butcher
crush his head
drink the blood
eat the flesh
and that's the only way to tell
he likes to disco
he likes to jive
his leather jacket
even says his name
his hair don't care
in nighttime sunglass
start a fight
eat the flesh
and that's the only way to tell
my morning coffee
my bloody nose
my clothes are still wet
my eggs and toast
my shower cold
with ceiling drip
stain the walls
with my dead skin
and that's the only way to tell
stretch to fit
wear it out
the nipple belt
the running mouth
mine are sealed
with sealing drip
three piece meal
your rotten skin
and that's the only way to tell
his crispy nimbus
sea of blood
his crown of dirt
his thorny bed
his broken work
his beading sweat
his toiling rest
but women love him
and that's the only way to tell
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3. |
ol' dirt rag
00:38
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instrumental
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4. |
zombie
05:40
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i feel like
a zombie
a monster
zyclon b
or buddha
or gandhi
or daddy
or mommy
chorus:
i am nothin
ain't that somethin'
don't(won't) you love me
until i'm gone for good
i feel like
a whiskey
so drink me
or hit me
i'm bleeding
it's running
i'm dreaming
so punch me
queen mab make
genetics
we ghost dance
electric
i feel like
i'm jesus
so drink me
or hit me
i'm punch drunk
a punchline
a fruit punch
i'm jelly
a lunch line
a bully
milk money
i'm hungry
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5. |
caught on the thought
03:26
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i will trim all the meat
from my lips and cheeks
that way i'll smile all my life
i will walk on down the road
til the soles of my shoes are worn down to the bone
leaving you a trail back home
i'll collect all of my shedding hair
as a testament to all the stress of you not being there
chorus:
but the funniest part is my body
will probably not even dare try and stop me
caught on the thought of mending this broken heart
i will cut off all of my muscles
in case you come back to eliminate struggle
'cause i just don't wanna fight
i'd even cut off my feet if you stay
so you can be sure i'll never run away
no i'll never run away
i'll even give you my eyes brain and heart
to keep on the head of your bed in a jar
'cause you were always much kinder to them than i
(chorus)
i will pull out my nervous system
just to get rid of those hurt feelings you left me with the day you left
i would've cut off my ears and left them aside
just so that they would'na ever had to hear you say
goodbye
and now i'll cut off my hands at the wrist
that way i won't have nothin left to hurt myself with
again and again
(chorus)
i'll do all of this like my father before me
if you have all of me you'll have no way to ignore me
any more
i send all of me in boxes with letters
with careful instructions to put me back together
baby could you stitch me back together
and if you follow the steps to a "T"
then there isn't a chance your love won't resurect me
and i will breathe
chorus
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6. |
blue sky blues
02:30
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7. |
delicate
04:27
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she used to say he was a delicate man
look on his face said
he didn't know where he was goin
he always said there ain't no use in a plan
cuz the planet's always changing
there ain't no way of knowing
he used to wonder how the world was so cold
cursed with a midas touch
turned the girls he loved into money
no need to wonder why his heart was so broke
hurt himself without knowing
so he wouldn't feel funny
chorus:
but doin good enough wasn't good at all
he got loaded as a gun
what's done is done, he's done
he's crawlin' down the hall
and by the time he get's to bed
he don't remember what he said
or know how she still with him in the mornin'
he used to think that bein stoic was best
but with your hand tight to your chest
you ain't really playin
he met a woman that was more like a test
he lips so tight she didn't ever even do no real sayin
he could see her heart right on her sleeve
but when he reach out
she was always just pullin away
she just didn't wanna see how she feel
and just insisted
that there never wasn't even no game
(chorus)
she used to think he was a delicate man
broke his heart of glass
just so she could sweep up the pieces
he still says there ain't no use in a plan
let's the world around him
bring him to where ever he's needed
he always wondered how it brought him to her
just confused him
cuz she always seemed so independent
then he realized how much he was in need
and when she was around
it really seemed to make all the difference
(chorus)
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8. |
ramble
04:44
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there's a kid in houston
with a needle in his arm
tell you time and time again
it ain't doin him no harm
walkin on the boulevard
is how he earns his fix
brand new private dancer
with the same old bag of tricks
he's afraid to sleep at night
laying in an abandon building
who knows when overdose or aids
or some crazy sucka's gonna kill him
chorus:
and you can ramble your whole life away
but you can't run from your problems
and you can gamble with your life each and every single day
but even winnin isn't gonna solve them
and i could change this song
if some good news would come
our way
any way
there's a hood in hollywood
makin' hisself a killin
sellin all sorts of formally owned goods
to anyone who's willing
now he's wearing fancy clothes
and adorned in and ocean of bling
sittin back counting stacks of cash faster than a burglar alarm can ring
in the dark in an apartment
his fake chains make a noise
the owner awoke and the hood got smoked
now he's a memory to all of his boys
(chorus)
there's a man in atlanta
who can't find hisself a job
and everytime he saves a dime
some sucka always comes to rob him
he stays away from drugs and alcohol
cuz so far he learned that much
don't make no difference
cuz in everyone's opinion
he's just another dirty lush
he get's tired of gettin ripped off
and finds hisself a gun
he shed some lightning through a thief in the night
now his days in the street are done
(chorus)
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9. |
almost home
03:13
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this car has all of our albums and cassettes
cartoons and clarinets
and "mom are we there yet"s
almost home for the first time again
may your children have orange futures
under golden clouds
on a red earth that they know so well
because it's underneath their nails
may they breakdance on your floors
and color on your walls (lease be damned)
and busy you because you need them too
and we should all be so lucky
lucky like you
and we like you
so drop a line or give a poke
we don't have to hope we know
that you'll be great
this car has all of our picture and song
mittens and scarves
our tears and our stains
almost home for the first time again
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10. |
fine enough
04:48
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lately i've been aching all the time
and experiencing frequent absence of mind
i see the doctor and i read between his lies
i'm dying i haven't got much time
but with all this i find that i feel
fine (x3) enough to leave you all behind
all i want's my friends to go away
but they come and visit nearly every single day
why would they wan't to see me in this pain
i'd rather they never even saw me again
but with all this i find that i feel
fine (x3) enough to leave you all behind
they all wonder what they will ever do
without me when i'm gone
and i am left to wonder what i will ever do
without myself
but with all this i find that i feel
fine (x3) enough to leave you all behind
and the hours don't seem nearly as long
now that i'm almost gone
i guess you could say i'm just movin' on
and that nothin', no, nothin' can go wrong
but with all this i find that i feel
fine (x3) enough to leave you all behind
lately i've been crying all the time
lacking something i can quite define
i lay in my hospital bed and stare right thru my blinds
as these tears, these tears leave my eyes
and thru all them i find that i feel
fine (x3) enough to leave you all behind
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11. |
neighbors (maybe baby)
03:09
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who are your neighbors?
do you know there names?
i don't.
neither do i.
who are your neighbors?
can you tell me some names?
i can't.
i guess i've never asked.
why are we strangers?
why isn't that stranger than the last
twenty one hundred years?
i don't know where my brain is.
we're rat's biting fingers between the bars of cages.
i am faceless just like you.
chorus:
but maybe, baby, when we're famous
that's when we won't have to take this
anymore.
who are your neighbors?
i need identification.
please tell all of your guests
"it's time to go on home."
what is your number?
that makes sense cuz it's one less than mine
but why are we standing in this line?
cuz police are gestapo
but who get's to stop 'em
after all aren't they just defending us from ourselves?
we've grown apart
i'm sorry. not knowing you breaks my heart in two.
now wars can start.
(chorus)
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12. |
girl that got away
04:12
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i could feel you standing there beside me
your beauty was so slinding i didn't have to look
you asked me if i was superstitious
i felt a bit suspiscious so i took my time
i decided i replied and i said no
you said you had to go i said i changed my mind
i sit and curse all of the words i meant to say
i guess your just another girl that got away
so what am i to do without you?
what am i to do?
i could see you from the view
provided by my picture window
i blew out a hit of indo and waved hello
you saw me but you acted like you didn't see me
my friends would not believe me so i let it go
but i was cut deep by the jagged edge of your ways
asked myself for the rest of the day how you could be
so cold
i sit and wonder what the hell i'm supposed to do
i guess from what i know there ain't no approaching you.
i guess you're just another girl that got away.
another girl that got away.
could some one tell me why i fall in love with every girl that i see.
every single time i think that this could be the one.
is it my fault that i find every woman so lovely
someone should probably shove me back into reality
maybe next time a woman makes my heart skip a beat
i will be discrete and keep my love to me
i used to wonder about the meaning of it all
who knew a simple thought could make one feel so small
if i don't chase you
you can't get away
now you can't get away
i sit and wonder what the hell
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13. |
rio grand
01:23
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i went down the rio grand
held a letter in my hand and
although i had writ and read it
i know i'll never know just what it said
for the rest of my days
i went down the rio grand
i was lookin for a man
asked some guy to stop and listen
he did so i gave him the description
told me i was lookin for my self
i went to the end
to get myself a peek
stuck my head over the edge
and realized i was too deep
i went back up the rio grand
held the whole world in my hands
seen that thing from end to end
and i know i'll never know just what it meant
for the rest of my days
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14. |
run on
02:05
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you don't owe me anythink you're pretty clever don't you know that at any given point in time to say goodbye is never long enough is enough the goings tought get all your stuff and leave it to someone like me to have my eyes too wide open to leave it to someone like you to put someone like me through this isn't funny anymore of this is it was never good enough for you i would do almost had me that time for me to pack on up to me to get my stuff it up your ask me one last time to walk on through the door and leave it to someone like you to put someone like me through and leave it to someone like me to have my eyes too wide open to see.
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15. |
the rest is better
04:15
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i woke up about ten o'clock that day
phone call brought the news that you passed away
i shaved my face put on my black suit and made my way to your wake
i'm late the rest is better anyway
if we don't know how it ends
you're laid to rest it's better anyway
if you don't know how it feels
to be stuck here without you
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16. |
callin' me back
01:56
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the death of me is slung to my back
the triggers sits right on my lap
my last glimmer of hope
just ties knots in my rope
but my home is still callin me back
i've grown to broad for these fields
where i sow my own nothing congeals
a lost little shame
all alone in the rain
and my home is still callin me back
it's time now to see what you've done
asking who is the killer and holding the gun
i looks at my hands
to see that the blood is my own
and my home is still callin me back
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17. |
i'll be damned
01:28
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look at your arms
your skinny wrist
could never hold down
a man like this
wanna see me broken
wanna see me break a sweat
break the heart of a man like honey
you have to try your best
and i'll be damned if a girl like you
go'n get the best of a man like me
you got a pretty smile
heard you talk real smart
say you wanna be in love
but you ain't got none
in your heart
never seen som'n look so sweet
and be so cruel
but get the best of a man like me honey you know it just ain't go'n do
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