Tracklisting
- The Cure for Pain
- Southbound Train
- Lord, Save Me From Myself
- Equally Skilled
- The Moon is a Magnet
- My Love Goes Free
The Cure for Pain
I’m not sure why it always flows downhill
Why broken cisterns never could stay filled
I’ve spent ten years singing gravity away
But the water keeps on falling from the sky
So here tonight while the stars are blacking out
With every hope and dream I’ve ever had in doubt
I’ve spent ten years trying to sing these doubts away
But the water keeps on falling from my eyes
- Chorus -
And heaven knows… heaven knows
I tried to find a cure for the pain
Oh my Lord! to suffer like you do…
It would be a lie to run away
So blood is fire pulsing through our veins
We’re either riders or fools behind the reins
I spent ten years trying to sing it all away
But the water keeps on falling from my tries
Southbound Train
Oh, I guess they’ll say I’ve grown
I know more then I wanted to know
I’ve said more then I wanted to say
I’m headed home, yeah but I’m not so sure
That home is a place
You can still get to by train.
So I’m looking out the window
And I’m drifting off to sleep
With my face pressed up against the pane
With the rhythm of my heart
And the ringing in my ears
It’s the rhythm of the southbound train.
Oh and the wind starts to look like her hair,
And the clouds in her bright blue eyes,
As the sea and the shore fall and rise,
Like her breast as she breathes by my side,
And the moon is her lips as the sun
Is headed on down in the sea,
Like her head as she lays down on me,
Until we reach ocean side,
Over and over, I hear the same refrain,
It’s the rhythm of my heart, and my sleepy girl’s breathing,
It’s the rhythm of my southbound train.
Oh, I suppose they’ll say I should have known,
Or maybe I’m just feeling old,
Like a lawyer
With no one to blame…
I’m headed home, yeah but I’m not so sure
That home is a place that’ll ever look the same.
We’re picking up our things
And we head out in the cold,
And your eyes are where you carry the pain,
And I hear the whistle weeping
It’s crying to the sky,
It’s the rhythm of my southbound train,
It’s the rhythm of my southbound train.
Lord, Save Me From Myself
My mind is dull and faded
From these years of buy and sell
My eyes have seen the glory
Of this hollow modern shell
And sex is a grand production
But I’m bored with that as well
- Chorus –
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh
Lord, save me from myself
Electric sun keep shining
Ripen daughters of the chrome
This world is where I breathe
Let it never be called home
Where the vultures make the money
Is where our bodies fell
Ah, Lord save me from myself!
Equally Skilled
How miserable I am
I feel like a fruit picker
Who arrived here after the harvest
There’s nothing here at all
Nothing at all here that could placate my hunger
The godly people are all gone
There’s not one honest soul left alive
Here on the planet
We’re all murders and thieves
Setting traps here for even our brothers
And both of our hands are equally skilled
At doing evil
Equally skilled
At bribing the judges
Equally skilled
At murdering justice
Both of our hands
Both of our hands
That the day justice comes
And is even now quickly arriving
Don’t trust anyone at all
Not you’re best friend or even your wife
For the son hates the father
The daughter despises even her mother
Look your enemies are right
Right in the room of your household
And both of our hands are equally skilled
At doing evil
Equally skilled
At bribing the judges
Equally skilled
At perverting justice
Both of their hands
Both of their hands
No don’t gloat over me
Though I fall, though I fall
I will rise again
Though I sit here in darkness
The Lord alone, the Lord alone
He will be my light
I will be patient as the Lord
Punishes me for the wrongs I’ve done against him
After that He’ll take my case
Bringing me to light and to justice
For all I have suffered
And both of His hands are equally skilled
At showing mercy
Equally skilled
At ministering justice
Equally skilled
At loving the loveless
Both of His hands
Both of His hands
Are equally skilled
At thwarting evil
Equally skilled
At ministering justice
Equally skilled
At loving the loveless
Both of His hands
Both of His hands
The Moon is a Magnet
The moon is a magnet
Everyone’s at it
Everyone’s had it
Love is a sadness
Love is a madness
We are the addicts
- Chorus –
What are we if we’re not in love?
What are we if we’re not in love?
These are the cages
A kiss is contagious
It’ll betray us all
A kiss will betray us all
Somebody told me
That everyone’s phony
‘Till somebody’s lonely
I hope that you’re lonely
I hope that you’re only
Waiting to phone me
My Love Goes Free
The movement comes in slow
It’s a tune we both should know
But the walls are thin
So we keep our voices low
You’re a bird with a pretty mouth
You’re a bird with songs to shout
And the same refrain continues singing out:
“If you love her let her go.”
She sings beautiful and slow
A tune that only caged birds know
So you’re in Nashville on the phone
And I’m back here at home
And the words are new
But I recognize the tone
“If you love her let her go”
She’s beautifully composed
A tune that only caged birds know
My love goes free…
My love goes free…
My love goes free…