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Wild Season
The ashes keep floating on a white hot wind
in the room upstairs with the southern view
No more sleeping and no more weeping
no more waiting for that trip to the zoo-
The wild season is about to begin
There's no use spending time worryin'
You can turn your back but it'll draw you in
The wild season is about to begin-
The clock in the hallway knows it's time for love
but it's been broken for years since it fell from my hands
to the marble floor by the closet door
where the six-foot wooden Indian stands-
The wild season is about to begin
There's no use spending time worryin'
You can turn your back but it'll draw you in
The wild season is about to begin-
Break these windows, burn this house
Break these windows, burn this house
Break these windows, burn this house
Tomorrow you'll open your weary eves
and not find a single thing you recognize-
The dust is blowing all across the yard
and the animals run from the beat of their hearts
and the howling cries of the old and wise
looking to hide before the party starts-
The wild season is about to begin
There's no use spending time worryin'
You can turn your back but it'll do you in
The wild season is about to begin-
words by G. Usher, music by D. Schramm
Great Noon Music/ Hot Stove Music/ Door-Man Music BMI
Dizzy Spell
I am walking in a circle
by an unknown center bound
don't know left or right for certain
I'm just spinning round and round.
What keeps me so entangled?
by what circuitry I shape
the symmetry of life uncertain,
except by outside hand I wake?
words and music by D. Schramm
Rogue's Gallery
I walked among shades and sidewalk mirages
Carrying my hat in the rain
Allowing the water to baptize the exile
Drinking the light from above-
And out of a doorway
Stepped a man with a patch
On an eye, who had never known
How to be grateful
I stood on a corner where souls are mistaken
Honoring life on the run
Gathering wisdom in little brown baskets
Handed out under the light-
And out of a taxi
stepped a man with a lie
Branded onto his face
Like a flowered tattoo-
I wandered away into neighborhood alleys
Wearing a prisoner's stripes
Answering charges of loving the enemy
And loving the light from windows
And out of the past
Stepped a man who insisted
On losing his heart
Nothing more, nothing less
words by G. Usher, music by D. Schramm
Great Noon Music/ Hot Stove Music/ Door-Man Music BMI
In Hell's Despite
This rocket's goin nowhere
it's traveling so fast
in one end goes the future
out the other comes the past
and we are on a mission
as we hurtle throught the night
to build a heaven in hell's despite
This rocket's goin nowhere
it's hull is full of holes
no one navigating
no one at the controls
no one said it would be easy
on our maiden flight
to build a heaven in hell's despite
no one said, no one said it would be
said it would, said it would be easy
This old rocket's held together
with string and chewing gum
we don't know where were headed
don't know where were coming from
but we'll know it when we see it
when we see the light
we'll build a heaven in hell's despite
by P. Blegvad and A. Partridge
Mute Songs/EMI
Heal Me Now
There's a reason for everything
things are not what they seem
seems like nothing is happening
in my world today
There's a price to retreat I guess
to a room without doors
If you ask I will answer yes
take this all away
Lay me down, in my darkness
lay me down to sleep
but in my bed, yellow, blue and green
circle round my head
Hold me, thrill me, hurry up and heal me
I'll put this behind me if you just remind me how
to heal me now
There is wisdom in keeping still
on a merry-go-round
if you ask me you know I will
ride this whirl away
Lay me down in my weakness
lay me down to sleep
to my surprise, lines and circles
dance before my eyes
Hold me, thrill me, hurry up and heal me
heal me now
words by G. Usher and D. Schramm, music by D. Schramm
Great Noon Music/ Hot Stove Music/ Door-Man Music BMI
If I Were
If I were to die today
take my body far away
build a box of pine and pitch
and bury me so deep
light a candle on my grave
and walk away
So I'll pull down my windowshade
and I won't see the sun today
called up with a million men
and suddenly obscure
everything I knew I know
is so unsure
We have found no trace of glory
this is not like stories that we were told
of soldiers slowly coming home
All is lost, still loss gets deeper
every night the sleepers in this town pray
no dream will reach them where they lay
If I were to die today
take my body far away
build a box of pine and pitch
and bury me so deep
light a candle on my grave
and walk away
words by K. Jacobs and D. Schramm, music by D. Schramm
Small Pond Music/ Hot Stove Music/ Door-Man Music BMI
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01-june-04