Sleepy Eyed

Tangerine
Breathless from the coffee I drop my newspaper down
And left my eyeballs to read about some other town
Your blueberry flu and message at breakfast was nice
But when you shoot your mouth off expect to pay the price

She's a tangerine
Made in California
She's a soul fillet
Just a little haiku
To say how much I like you
And sap your sex away

Your tarpaper skin and visible beating heart
Your words on the paper sure gave me a start
Your huckleberry flu and one plus one is you
So if I can't be me, well I might as well be with you

She's a tangerine
Made in California
Need a soul fillet
Baby cry your eyes out
Baby dry your eyes out
Burn your life away

When the day came to an end you bounced right back again
Watch an evening news show the L.A. blues again
Your California sunshine sure gives me a sweat
And your tangerine nectar's a taste I won't forget

She's a tangerine
Made in California
She's a soul fillet
??? cry your eyes out
Sister dry your eyes out
Burn your life away

It's just a little Haiku
To say how much I like you
It's just a little Haiku
To say how much I like you
It's just a little Haiku
© 1994 Scrawny Music, BMI


Summer

Sight unseen, sadder seas
Summer song sung all along
Dragged across the seven seas
To the beach come follow me

Summer's gone a summer song
You've wasted every day, every day

Cellophane, a grandma's town
Summer's letters on the ground
Seven pins, the fall begins
When the leaves burn, summer ends

Summer's gone a summer song
You've wasted every day, every day
Summer's gone, can't wipe it off my hands
Write it in the sand, in the sand

Where've my heroes gone today?
Mick and Keith and Willie Mays
Broken windows trails outside
I can take you for a ride

Summer's gone a summer song
You've wasted every day, every day
Summer's gone, can't wipe it off my hands
Write it in the sand, in the sand
In the sand

Summer's gone a summer song
You've wasted every day, every day
Summer's gone, can't wipe it off my hands
Write it in the sand, in the sand
In the sand
In the sand
In the sand
In the sand
© 1994 Scrawny Music, BMI


Kitchen Door

I scratched my finger
On the door in front of you
You scratched your finger
At the girl outside
That's a bigger
Responsibility
When All My Children
Is an endless bore

I'm the number on your kitchen door
I'm the gifted son who cannot score
I'm the number on your kitchen door
Please remember just to keep the score

I scratched my finger
On the door in front of you
Please remember
That I'll always care
That's a harbor
That you can sail to
When all your ocean
Is a mindless chore

I'm the number on your kitchen door
I'm the gifted son you can not scorn
I'm the number on your kitchen door
Please remember just to keep the score

Well that's our number on our kitchen door
But it's more than numbers that I adore
I adore

I'm the number on your kitchen door
I'm the baseball team from Baltimore
I'm the number on your kitchen door
Like Cinderella she just sweeps the floor
Like Cinderella she just sweeps the floor
Like Cinderella she just sweeps the floor
© 1994 Scrawny Music, BMI


Rules

Everyone has their own myths
If not their father's troubles
It's the mother's kiss
But me would you save my life
Or take it away from me - stab me with a knife

Hey you could find it in yourself, I know
To fly across the cobalt sky
And leave me down below, I know
To bend my neck and wave goodbye

You pictured in black and white - clouds stay 'til night
Don't make the day look right
You in a beatnick black beret - out on a sunny day
Make the crows fly away

Hey you could find it in yourself, I know
To fly across the cobalt sky
And leave me down below, I know
To bend my neck and wave goodbye

Hey you could find it in yourself, I know
To fly across the cobalt sky
And leave me down below, I know
To bend my neck and wave goodbye
Wave goodbye
Wave goodbye
Wave goodbye
Wave goodbye
Wave goodbye
Wave goodbye
© 1994 Scrawny Music, BMI

It's You

There's no time - a few hours to sleep
Just drive 'til tomorrow
Here I go - my drunk tank's on empty
I've run low on sorrow
One last lemon drop is all that's left from our last trip
And that is the taste of you, of you

Auld Lang Syne you're drunk all the time
Sing happy new year
Here's my crime: dried up twists of lime
Is all we have left here
If I've had just one thing that
Could tranquilize my mind - it's all in a drink
Of you, of you
Oh little one it's you, it's you

Are you Joan of Arc or Marie Antoinette?
Did you come here to remember or to forget
As silly as it seems it only happens when I dream
All at one time of you, of you

The truth is in your teeth
Because your smile's beyond belief
All that is true of you, of you
Oh little one it's you, it's you
© 1994 Scrawny Music, BMI


When You Discover

Come back when you are done
Looking down on everyone
Ain't it hard when you discover that you're dumb

Open up your sleepy eyes
Cut off all your family ties
Ain't it hard when you realize you're young

All these noises in your head
Last time I saw you
You were dead

Roll your eyes back in your head
Mark the words that I have said
Come back when you realize you're dead

All these noises in your head
Last time I saw you
You were dead

Roll your eyes back in your head
But mark the words that I have said
And come back when you realize you're dead

Ain't it hard when you discover that you're dead
© 1994 Scrawny Music, BMI


Sunday Night

Sunday night and now I know
How the night can pass slow
All kinds of ugly outside that's right
And I'm all alone tonight

Distant highway din
Leaky roof my doubt drips in
And as the street lights and my prospects dim
She turns in bed and thinks of him

Where's the solace you can find
At the bottom of your mind?
Friends pushed me from behind
And I feel so empty I could die

A ladder to the edge
Hangover throbs inside my head
And all the stupid things I've ever said
Now make me wish that I was dead

It's night time, Greenwich mean time
A man puts on a detour sign
And the waterfalls of regret
Unleash in a torrent of cold sweat

Where's the solace you can find
At the bottom of your mind?
Friends pushed me from behind
And I feel so empty I could die

Sunday night
Sunday night

Where's the solace you can find
At the bottom of your mind?
Friends pushed me from behind
And I feel so empty I could die
Die, oh die
© 1994 Scrawny Music, BMI


Your Stripes

It was a time so full
And as rich as me and you
In a case of deja vu
I forgot that I knew you
Every day was like a grape
Or as rich as a chocolate cake
And I took all I could take
And laid claim to what I'd could stake

Oh I loved you in your stripes
Oh you looked so good in stripes
But they never stay the same
They just change from day to day
But they never look the same
They just change from day to day

And I'm truly scarred for life
We glow like fireflies
Lost in the lows of nights and
Forgetting family fights

And at night the starlight gleams
This pillow's made for dreams
You drift away it seems
Into soft flannel dreams

Oh I loved you in your stripes
Oh you looked so good in stripes
But they never look the same
They just change from day to day
But they never look the same
They just change from day to day

They all look the same
They all look the same

Oh I loved you in your stripes
Oh you looked so good in stripes
But they never look the same
They just change from day to day
But they never look the same
They just change from day to day
They never look the same
They just change from day to day
They never look the same
They just change from day to day
© 1994 Scrawny Music, BMI


Sparklers

In the colored light stands you
The end is in sight - no need to fight anymore
They're hot in pursuit and they're pursuing you
All the way home and now you're finally alone
All the way back home

Now you're catching dust like desire
Stockpiling stars collecting their wildfire
Fireworks outside - its the fourth of July
Now I see you - you're in a different light
You're in a different light

Like the rain when you're conscious of it
She was sparkles
Like a drug on the tip of your tongue
She gives sparkles
She was sparklers

They gunned him down outside
How long does it take? Shots echos across the lake
And there he stood in a puddle of his own blood
Slighter than snowflakes earth began to quake
All the way back home

Like the rain when you're conscious of it
She was sparkles
Like a drug on the tip of your tongue
She gives sparkles
She was sparklers

Like the rain when you're conscious of it
She was sparkles
Like a drug on the tip of your tongue
She gives sparkles
She was sparklers
She was sparklers
© 1994 Scrawny Music, BMI


Clobbered

Well, I clobbered you with hands so indescrete
March around like a soldier in defeat
I've clobbered mountains with my finger tips
While you're alone on top of kissing lips

Well, I clobber you
And I clobber me
When our eyes would meet
My heart would skip a beat
Skip a beat, skip a beat
Skip a beat, skip a beat

Well, I kill my times with films of blood and scorn
And little girls that grow up to be more
I've clobbered mountains with my finger tips
While you're alone on top of kissing lips

Well, I clobber you
And I clobber me
When our eyes would meet
My heart would skip a beat
Well, I clobber you
And I clobber me
I clobber you
And I clobber me
You clobber me, you clobber me
You clobber me, you clobber me
© 1994 Scrawny Music, BMI


Sundress

I wanna hear your sad sad voice come to me loud and clear
I wanna hear your lips and tongue form the words no ears should hear
And I wanna watch you while your face reddens with fear
And watch your eyes get all clouded up with tears

This thing is such a stupid mess
So nuts you never would have guessed
You better watch yourself
Your words just tell

Watching your sundress just blowing in the breeze
This time of year I want to breathe but I just sneeze
And the sunshine is just killing me my degrees
I go to smell the roses just to get stung by the bees

Your words just free me day by day
You better watch the things you say
Button your lip
Your tongue just slips

I don't need to read about myself in other towns
I don't want to hear all you have seen or what you've found
And when you turn for the second go around
Just keep your mouth shut and your ear down to the ground

Your words just free me day by day
You better watch the things you say
Button your lip
Your tongue just slips
© 1994 Scrawny Music, BMI


Twenty Points

I thought of you, did you think of me
I guess we'll wind up running down your street
Twenty points for me

I see that bandage lying under your sheets
I see that blood, it's running down your cheek
Twenty points for me

Twenty points on top of me
Take your points away from me
Take your points away from me
Take your points away from me
Take your points away from me

Well I hurt you, so you hurt me
I count them up, all you were plain to see
It's twenty more for me

I take from you, you take from me
You plant that garden and you toss that seed
It's twenty points for me

Twenty points on top of me
Twenty points, why can't you see
If you can't take them honestly
Then take your points away from me
Take your points away from me
Take your points away from me
Take your points away from me
Take your points away from me
© 1994 Scrawny Music, BMI


Souvenir

You're a blue ribbon surprise
A hot mold plastic dinosaur
You're a starfish from Florida
Give the machine another quarter
Watch it appear
Oooh you souvenir

Take yourself a handful of sand
And put it in your hat for awhile
Or how about this rubber band
You could be my good luck charm
When you appear
Oooh souvenir
Souvenir
I waited for you all year
Souvenir
I waited for you all year

I am so evil in the morning
But now that we have come this far
Don't say I gave you no warning
And don't make me stop this car

When you appear
Oooh souvenir
Souvenir
I waited for you all year
Souvenir
I waited for you all year
Souvenir
Souvenir
I waited for you all year
© 1994 Scrawny Music, BMI


Crueler

It's so mean
It's crueler than your dreams
And it's worse than it seems
Add it up
Stick it in your cup
You're sure to get enough

It runneth over now
You can't complain no more
Your bones are cracking now
You'd better knuckle down

Life's so cheap
It's cheaper than it looks
You can't learn that from books
Stay in the house
Stay clear of what you fear
And you're old beyond your years

It runneth over now
You can't complain no more
Your bones are cracking now
You'd better knuckle down

You're leaving your long shadows
Leaning into space
And your hardscrabble life
Is written all over your face

Counterfeit
The bankroll that was his
Fist of change that was yours
A life so cheap
It was cheaper than it looked
You can learn that from books

It runneth over now
You can't complain no more
Your bones are cracking now
You'd better knuckle down

They'll leave you with a prayer book
And a pocket full of grace
And your hardscrabbled life
Is written all over your face

Life's so cheap Life's so cheap It's so mean
It's crueler than your dreams
And it's worse than it seems
It's so mean
It's so mean
Whisper in my ear
Whisper in my ear
Whisper in the night
Whisper all the time
Life's so cheap
© 1994 Scrawny Music, BMI

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