1. |
Poindexter
03:28
|
|||
|
I could have dreamed that I met Lincoln
I could have dreamed anything else
I could have dreamed that I had duck feet
I could have dreamed anything else
But here comes Admiral Poindexter
Trepanning for the new race
He's caught me like a butterfly
Oh how did I get in here?
Oh what do they want from me?
Oh god, I can't look
Don't make me one of them
I should have known those Reagan cowboys
Mad dogs and milkmen weren't done with me yet
There's no escape from the island of stupid
Help us remember to make you forget
Watch the screen and move your arms
Along with the bouncing ball
Take the drug 'til you chew the rug
Oh how did we get in here?
The drug isn't working
I'm going to remember this
Don't make me one of them
We could be dreaming a translucent garden
Flowers so fragrant in silvery light
And yet here we are tossing and turning
Plowing the ocean night after night
'Cause here comes Uncle Poindexter
Captain of all memory
He's helping us get comfortable
Oh how did I get in here?
Oh what do they want from me?
Oh god I can't look
Don't make me one of them
One of them
Don't make me
|
||||
2. |
Romaine
02:22
|
|||
|
Romaine, the time has come
To square off your shoulders
And spit out your gum
God bless the dog that sneezes
Renew my faith in all I have lost
A giant salad toss
Oh for a day, for a while
You're the envy of the produce aisle
But in your head, in your dreams
I think you know
Everything does not appear the way it seems
Romaine you're showing your age
Discourse and danger and minimum wage
You know they take their toll
Somebody save my sore, tired ass
I know it does sound crass, etc. but
Oh for a day, hey for a while
You're the envy of the produce aisle
But in your head, oh in your dreams
You must know
Everything does not appear the way it seems
Everybody has a secret
Some are worth confessing
I like crispy bits of bacon
In my salad dressing
|
||||
3. |
Lorelei
03:49
|
|||
|
Listen babe I'm sorry that I left you in your tower of sorrow
Pulling out your hair, thinking I'd be back tomorrow
I guess I kept my dance card full firing drivers, thugs and cooks
It takes a lot of hacking to get in the history books
I was gone, bent upon my slaughter
I left you there gazing on the water
Lorelei
I'll fight my way out of this dream
Hey don't cry
Knit a scarf
Don't pull out the seams
Don't look down
Wait for me
Suddenly it came to me, standing in the bloody field
At twilight as my medals shone you were home alone
I left my fury and my rank fading into silhouette
Running like a dog to see if you were waiting yet
In fairy tales the hero would have caught her
But I was late for you leapt in the water
Lorelei
The air is chill that you vacated
Was it I drove you to the deep?
Lorelei
Now it's me whose breath is bated
Paralyzed
All my hopes lie beneath the sea
Silently calling me
Silently calling me
Silently watching me
Beneath the sea
|
||||
4. |
Gone To The Dogs
02:59
|
|||
|
Baby you and me have gone to the dogs
All we do is scuffle and snarl
Fighting over scraps that remain
And tangling our tails in the sheets on the bed
You're barking at me; I cower and whimper
Tied to a tree the long, cold winter
Flowers come out; we eat them, of course
And throw them back up
When I think about the way I used to run and play with you
It makes me want to jump that fence
And sniff out something new to chew on
Gone to the dogs
We've gone to the dogs
My fellow Americans we've gone to the dogs
Everybody knows we're barking at logs and garden hoses
Eating too much and dropping a bit too close to the house
We're ill-behaved, yes
The grass is dead
We trampled it down
So much fun to have in the sun
Creatures to kill
And circles to run
In the sky above the King of Dogs is sleeping in a knot
When he wakes up there'll be big trouble
A bad dog always gets caught
You'd better grovel
Gone to the dogs
We've gone to the dogs
Gone to the dogs
We were always dogs
|
||||
5. |
Still Time
03:52
|
|||
|
There's still time to see I'm right
Still time to see there's still room for me
Still time to need less proof for me
Don't think, don't pray, don't go
There's still time to beg me to stay
Still time to say that this all was a game
Still time to smile and laugh it away
Don't think, don't pray, don't go
I must not have heard you right my love, my love
I would not call this a fight my love, my love
I've not yet heard your reply my love, my love
Ah dot dee dah, ooh whap duh dah duh dah
My love, my love
There's still time to see you can't hide
Still time to see I'm somewhere standing by
Still time to see I won't let you change your mind
Can't think, can't pray, you can't go
I must not have heard you right my love, my love
I would not call this a fight my love, my love
I've not yet heard your reply my love, my love
My love, oh my love, my love
There's still time
There's still time
There's still time
|
||||
6. |
Regarding My Estate
03:52
|
|||
|
When I was just a baby suckling vinegar and tears
My mother used to claw at me and grab me by the ears
She said, "You little parasite, why can't you disappear?"
But I don't want to bore you with the story of my life
My feckless, fumbling father and his wretched, clinging wife
That awful hallway carpet, all that plain domestic strife
Oh, my life!
Let's simply say I learned how to make my own way
I do not need the television; I am quite complete
I think I shall refrain from catching colds out in the street
I like it in my kitchen, though I can't bear carving meat
If I got any meaner
Guess I'd chew off my own leg
Still I keep my demeanor
'Cause I love to see my relatives beg
Now do not pay attention to what everybody knows
Like I'm as rich as Solomon or Jesus Christ arose
The bank owns all this garbage
All I have are these frail bones
And one silver dollar
I've been saving it for you
But you mustn't tell a soul
Hide it in your shoe
Well never mind my nonsense, look! The roses are in bloom
Tomorrow we shall pluck some and festoon this dreadful room
Run and fetch the kettle, child, your mother's on the boil
It isn't us who grows them
It's the worms beneath the soil
|
||||
7. |
Robe Theme
03:15
|
|||
|
I'm driving in my dream
I see the hazy sky above the trees
After all the after-alls
And all the things you said you'd seen
I had to check my eyes
And I had to fortify for life
'Cause we're winding down the time
Won't you make the most and try?
Well, the light it has importance
And the road it took me underflight
After all the after-alls
And all the things you said last night
I had to check my eyes
And I had to fortify for life
'Cause we're winding down the time
Won't you make the most and try?
This is the gateway to your faire
I've never seen you before
Are you there?
Yes sir, madam, sir
See you next time
Well, I'm sleeping in my dream
I see the coachlight up above the trees
After all the after-alls
And all the things you said to me
I had to check my eyes
And I had to fortify for life
'Cause we're winding down the time
Won't you make the most and try?
|
||||
8. |
||||
|
And did young Stephen sicken,
And did young Stephen die?
And did the sad hearts thicken,
And did the mourners cry?
No; such was not the fate of
Young Stephen Dowling Bots;
Though sad hearts round him thickened,
'Twas not from sickness' shots.
No whooping-cough did rack his frame,
Nor measles drear, with spots;
Not these impaired the sacred name
Of Stephen Dowling Bots.
Despised love struck not with woe
That head of curly knots,
Nor stomach troubles laid him low,
Young Stephen Dowling Bots.
O no. Then list with tearful eye,
Whilst I his fate do tell.
His soul did from this cold world fly,
By falling down a well.
They got him out and emptied him;
Alas it was too late;
His spirit was gone for to sport aloft
In the realms of the good and great.
|
||||
9. |
Anhedonia
03:17
|
|||
|
Anhedonia
There's comfort in your face
I thought that I was dreaming
When I found you in that place
I was splashing in the bottom of the well
Or was my arm caught in the flu?
All I knew was everything had gone to hell
A crack of sunlight illuminated you
Anhedonia
We used to lay so still
I'm sure I could have known you
If I'd had a century to kill
Why do your troubles never bring you any pain?
If you've got secrets they don't show
Look at you running like a statue in the rain
Look at me telling you as if you didn't know
Anhedonia
One day she disappeared
But when the sun slips into shadow
I still feel her breathing in my ear
|
||||
10. |
Tombstoned
04:19
|
|||
|
Woke up this morning with my tombstone in my bed
Woke up this morning I was dead
Woke up this morning with my tombstone in my bed
Got up this morning I was absolutely dead
And on my tombstone was the story of my life
A bit too scant to be a book
And on my tombstone was the story of my life
I couldn't help it, I just had to take a look
It said that I was born in the suburbs
And grew up watching the TV
It said that I was still in college at the age of forty-three
It said my masterpiece just went to chapter three
The pages were rotting in a vault
It said relationships were difficult for me
Though my divorce was not entirely my fault
You could say that I was crushed
By the dead weight of these words
My paltry life appeared so rushed
Epigraphy is for the birds
Woke up this morning with my tombstone in my bed
Woke up this morning I was dead
Woke up this morning with my tombstone in my bed
I guess I died when it landed on my head
|
||||
11. |
Hearts & Minds
03:51
|
|||
|
Hey little girl alone in the snow
Do you need someplace that you can go?
I know a place
Come there with me
I could use the company
Don't have to talk until you're ready
We'll just watch the sun go down
I've got some rations: canned spaghetti
I promise no-one will be coming around
Don't be scared
Why do you hang like a stone in the air?
Why all those tangles in your hair?
Where will you go when you wake up?
Drink some water from this cup
I have to go back to my men now
Listen kid, don't forget
I almost shot you where you stood
The war isn't over yet
Don't be scared... to run
Don't be sacred, too scared to run
Don't be scared... to run
Don't be sacred, too scared to run
Don't be scared
|
||||
12. |
||||
|
Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair
Her face so soft and wondrous fair
The purest eyes and the kindest hands
I love the ground on where she stands
I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
But satisfied I never can sleep
I'll write to you a few short lines
I suffer death ten thousand times
Oh I know my love and well she knows
I love the grass on where she goes
If she no more in this world I'd see
My life would quickly fade away
The winter's gone and the leaves are green
The time has passed that we have seen
And still I hope that the day may come
When she and I may be as one
Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair
|
||||
13. |
Wrong
03:03
|
|||
|
Oh baby, you're so beautifully wrong
I had to put you in a song
Where else would you belong?
Oh baby, I can see what people mean
When they say you should be seen
Only on the giant screen
Don't mind me if I survive
Leaching light that leaks from the hive
Staggering in the turbulent air
You're my omnivore on a mission
Swallowing starlets and politicians
Spewing out your dust so fine and rare
Oh baby, you're so beautifully wrong
But without you I got no song
I guess you knew that all along
Find me in your surging train
A sea of arms that reach in vain
Destiny swirling down a drain
I won't be ashamed to stare
I will fight to find my chair
I got nothing to lose, got nothing to hide
Oh baby, I can feel you in the air
Feeding on my stare
Almost as if you're really there
|
||||
14. |
||||
|
The False Knight Upon the Road
"Where do you go so late?" said the knight on the road.
"For I got to meet my God," said the child as he stood.
And he stood and he stood and 'twere well he stood.
"For I go to meet my God," said the child as he stood.
"How will you go by land?" said the knight on the road.
"With a strong staff in my hand," said the child as he stood.
And he stood and he stood and 'twere well he stood.
"With a strong staff in my hand," said the child as he stood.
"How will you go by sea?" said the knight on the road.
"With a good boat under me," said the child as he stood.
And he stood and he stood and 'twere well he stood.
"With a good boat under me," said the child as he stood.
"Methinks I hear a bell," said the knight on the road.
"Aye, it's ringing you to hell," said the child as he stood.
And he stood and he stood and 'twere well he stood.
"Aye, it's ringing you to hell," said the child as he stood.
|
||||
15. |
Last To Go
05:01
|
|||
|
You dream that you live in a mansion
With wainscoting flecked with gold
Or you dream that you live in a cave in the hills
Like the gnostic fathers of old
You dream that you marry your true love
And you nest for the rest of your life
Or you dream that you pack up a suitcase and gun
And finally get shut of your wife
Now killing your time is murder
And murder's a crime as we know
But when you find that you're you
And you're not someone else
Your dreams are the last to go
You dream that they wait on your judgment
And no-one can sit 'til you speak
Or you dream that you're stripped of your name and your rank
And you have to dig holes for a week
You dream you're the emperor Augustus
And the war in the north looks grave
But Augustus falls sleeping while studying his maps
And dreams he's Augustus' slave
Now killing your time is murder
And murder's a crime as we know
But when you find you're the slave
Of the world that you rule
Your dreams are the last to go
What does it matter if your dream is real?
If it's all that you have
If it's all you can steal
In the cold morning light with my coffee
I picked through the bones of the Times
The glamor, the gore
I'd seen it all before
I lost the war with my wandering mind
I daydreamed I finally forgave you
For dreaming of somebody new
But I forgot the whole thing
When the telephone rang
And I picked it up
It was you
Now killing your time is murder
And murderers often go free
But the balance of time
Will attest to the crime
That this dream has inflicted
On me
|
||||
David Morrison Wimberley, Texas
Singer, composer, multi-instrumentalist, producer. Occasional guest vocalist w/The Rudy Schwartz Project, Farrago Ensemble,
The Able Sea & others. Has played hundreds of solo & band shows & been
featured on Church of the Subgenius show. Coproduced the Glimmer Blinkken's Golden Days & mixed the Mustn'ts EP. Currently w/the Lemon Settlement & the Swangles. Runs Rat Palace Recording.
... more
If you like David Morrison, you may also like:
Four Singles
by Operator Music Band
Four speaker-melting singles from New York's premiere "live techno" outfit, descended from vintage synthwave, deep house, and dance punk.
go to album
Off-kilter Portland indie rockers make an unexpected return with a tight three-track EP, their first new release in 12 years.
go to album
Walk Thru Me
by The Folk Implosion
Lou Barlow & John Davis return as Folk Implosion, with 10 more songs that are sweetly tuneful.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Apr 16, 2024
go to album
How Will I Live Without a Body?
by LOMA
An earthy yet somewhat chilly record about life, death, and reconnection, the latest from LOMA experiments with a turn towards the gloomy.
go to album
Within/Without
by Houses of Heaven
If you've been craving something dark and gritty yet stylish and dancefloor-ready, this hard-edged industrial synth opus might fit the bill.
go to album
The London band's new album is a vibrant postcard from southern Italy, boosted by brass, strings, and pizzica percussion from local players.
go to album
