October, November CD



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Released in 2004
Lookout! Records #LK307
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The Bridal Veil

Baby is a howling storm
I don't know if I can hold on anymore
Can you hold
Hold on no more
Jasmine lips
Kiss blood-blistered wrists
You got your whole body
Curled up like a fist
Please let me go
In this shell beats the heart of a whore
Damned to never love
Anyone, anymore
But when the next life begins
I will come back as your skin
We'll be together as one within
Your perfect skin
Let me go
I'll be a thousand miles along
Before you know that I am gone
Let me go

The Suicide Party

She’s got hand ink
To my thin blood
Blue runs red
Right back into bright sun
The smoke wraps around her fingers
Like the ghost of a silver ring
Drifted ashtray
Bring it on
We’ll knock you down
Can’t get away
Strange things I have in heart
That will to hand
Gonna scare up a grip
And I’m downtown
Baby I’m looking
Most of the ghost that lingers
Is the last breath of our dying thing
She goes through the glass
With a crystalline splash
Running left
Knock you down
Can’t get away

Stay West

“You’ve got to walk that lonesome valley
You’ve got to go there by yourself
Well there ain’t nobody else
Going to go there for you
You’ve got to go there by yourself”
When I see what I have of you
Is fading now, you said
I can see all in front of you
Crawled into the cave-in
In the Tennessee hills
One hundred forty pounds
Hanging from you’re six foot frame
Last thing we said to you
Stay west, young man
Get out while you can
Get out while you can

Hearts Of Chrome

Reach in with heavy hands
You find a hear to hard to break
Reaching this heavy heart
I don’t think that we’re going to make it this time, no
Billy was is Biko pulled the bullets out of you
Biko standing, holding up the proof
Said, “We go nothing”
We got nothing left to lose
Late October in the fading light
And the hearts of men will roam
Come the rattle of the driving rains
The boy’s got a heart of chrome
Like waters of the coming flood
Cursed with your father’s oily blood
Steel gathers in the eastern sky
Steel gathers in the fathers’ eyes
I see the one I want
But the one I want
Don’t want me

Down Pretty Low

Four days rolling out from the midwest
To the hills outside Los Angeles
White van with no windows
Shooting down Laurel Canyon road
Bottles in the back in a stack like firewood
In the desert on a funeral pyre
Wind whistles through the trees every time you cry
Flames reaching up
Licking the winter sky
Four days down on dark waters
Four days lost on low times
Cornered in the dark
Beside the lake in Echo park
Where lotus grow
Down pretty low

The Jet Trash

Bathing in the velvet wave of heat
A promise to the flame’s apology
I waited long enough to burn you down
To the ground
And Berlin is a bowel of burning gold
The quick of heart become the flames to burn it all
And you sang, “Why don’t we disappear?
I never liked it here”
I saw the stinging violet rain fall
You sat up in bed and arched your back against the wall
The empire is crumbling
And the empire will fall to you

In The Lights

I built a tower and finally reached the sky
But I can’t explain just how it works inside
Well it’s enough for me to say
That the bottom of the tower is crumbling away
I found a new heart on my sleeve
I tried to pin it down, it began to bleed
They say “He drink too much-
Boy lost in his own head
Going that way will wind boy up dead”
Found the same little motel room
We turned into a rocket;
Into a tomb
And a shadow from the willow tree
Was sobbing on the wall
To the sound of the evening breeze
I climbed to the tower’s top
To try and follow the sun
Where it goes when the day stops
Got so high I couldn’t see the ground
The crows were a sharp cloud
Swirling around my head
Lost in the lights

The Cloud Of Glass

The desert lasts for days
Dream the space from bed to stage
Bruise-purple hills line the way
Your love lifetimes away
The engine’s hum becomes a sad song
An oil and gears song
I-10 stretching on
400 miles to Galveston
Steel cranes march into the bay
Stayed indoors all day
As hollow as this hotel room
As hungry as your handsome groom
I follow you
Up and down the 45
Kempner park at sunrise
Lafitte down burden
Lafitte down sword
The chains of your love
Lay down a crown of thorns

Thirteen Foot Waves

From your patch of delta waves
The time has come to go
Rise, rise
By the old, low palm
The rusted razor bale
November slips away
Past Christmas day
Caught a ride on the state road
Made it to the gulf
You were lost at sea
To be discovered
Exposed like a lover
With thirteen foot waves
With saltwater graves
Windows sealed tight
Keep out the chance of light
No time to say goodbye

The French Exit

Got a line on you
Got designs on you
Got my sights on you
All the white on you
The star that shines from me alone
Burned steady in the red
Going down to Los Angeles
You know it’s so hard, but
I will find our fortune
Waiting in the light
Of the early afternoon

Kiss Until Kissed

Pray from rain to come and rinse the days away
Cold and tapping impatiently on the panes
But the summer sky will just laugh
And stay the color of your bright blue eyes
Sun dancing in this empty room
You danced before you walked
Me and Margot Kidder watched
As you grew towards the sky
Like a pine after fire
You said it’s hard to be a girl
When you’re a boy
Said it’s hard to sleep without the usual noise
If you can go anywhere
Couldn’t you bring me along
You’ll stay away until all that’s left of us
Will be these songs

Your absence darkens the room
Awaken grasping
Your absence forms a vacuum
Kid I am grasping

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