Who am I to judge a gift horse, though
The shirt was a quiet storyteller
Where are you this Sunday morning I'm in shaky health I am in the back yard leaking on the spot where you proclaimed yourself You are hungry wanting breakfast and my heart is in a stew Where were you girl when I needed you Lucinda Williams Imports and altercations My faculties on a shoe-string vacation I settled down on a hurt as big as Robert Mitchum And listen to Lucinda Williams Oh, convenient lies, rubber knives I'm a dastardly villain, doing belly dives I before E except after me I'm dowsing my vitals at break-neck speed You and your little entourage Playing amazing little parlor games in the garage Like a jury of my peers triangulating My pretty point of exasperation Yes we gather for some of that Catholic juice And hide behind the shower curtain, i watch the virgin spruce I'm soaking wet and feeling funny The mirror's a mirage, no wonder I always look so crummy My heroes are all off in the great beyond England is old but Atlantis is gone Feathers are floating down, and I can't dodge them The tar is oozing from my little noggin It's ugly ancient residue There ain't no mistaking what's been abused Feathers are floating down and I can't dodge them The tar is oozing from my little noggin It's ugly ancient residue There ain't no mistaking who's been accused Florida Florida, Florida, the redneck Riviera Florida, Florida, there's no more pathetic place in America Yes a man must make unpopular decisions, surely from time to time And a man can only stand what a man can stand It's a wobbly volatile line Florida, Florida, the water table is fucked Florida, Florida, there's no more perfect place to give it all up A man must take his life in his own hands Hit those nails on the head And I respect a man who goes to where he wants to be Even if he wants to be dead Florida, Florida, its a tropical paradise Florida, Florida, theres no more perfect place to retire from life Stupid Preoccupations I am sick of you Expecting me to do All these puny ingratiations You know I am a terrible patient I am barely alive Ever since my daddy died I've been searching for my own little babies To misbehave and betray me I tie one on to all the others And say a soggy toast to all my drunken brothers "They've got organizations for people like me with stupid preoccupations" Y'all are all innocent I'm just bitching at your expense And the price for cockiness is worth swiping It's primal griping I am nearly reformed So don't say that you weren't warned 'Cause when I break into a smile that is aching It may be too ugly to look on Hallelujah for the ghosties And all those scary monsters under the boiling seas "They've got organizations for people like me with stupid preoccupations" Panic Pure My earliest memory is of holding up a sparkler High up to the darkest sky Some 4th of July spectacular I shook it with an urgency I'll never be able to repeat At times i might be accused of being painfully nostalgic But as of late i'm looking forward to the future Thought i've never been much of a planner Throwing caution into the fan Catch as catch as catchers can And so all you observers in your scrutiny Don't count my scars like tree rings My jigsaw disposition, it's piecemeal properties Are either smoked or honey cured By the panic pure Miss Mary Miss Mary took a shower and she showed herself to me She said that God and all his glory was revealed to her carnally She said she'd been with no man, but she must have been with me And when I felt her with my finger, the proof burned my belief So how much can I stand, I'm just a mortal man I wring my praying hands, she stands there before me C'est la vie, whatever that means, la di da And a Doris Day, que sera sera C'est la vie, whatever that means, la di da And a Doris Day, que sera sera Steve Willoughby Someday I'm gonna be rich Someday I'm gonna be bona fide Someday I'm gonna be Just like Steve Willoughby But today I'm simply I'm simply terrified I'm terrified Someday I'm gonna be bright Someday I'm gonna be smarter smarter than smart Someday I'll know something Just like Larry King But today I simply I don't know where to start I don't know where to start Someday I'm gonna be hot Someday I'm gonna be bigger bigger than big Someday I'll be adored Just like Wally George But today I simply I ain't worth a fig I ain't worth a fig Someday I'm gonna be good Someday I'm gonna be virtuous Someday I'll be a paragon Like Louis Farrakahan But today I simply I'm a mess I'm in a mess Someday I'm gonna be cool Someday I'm gonna kick major major butt Someday I will transcend Just like Jane's Addiction But today I simply I am in a rut I'm in a rut Someday I'll get a career Someday I'm gonna stop wasting all my time Someday I'll gain a skill Just like Deborah Norville But today I simply I ain't worth a dime I ain't worth a dime West of Rome West of Rome, just east of the border In a static-y Ramada Inn Polishing his boots and pummeling his liver Steeped in the dark isolation Just what business does he have around here Credentials are wearing out with each little bit of cheer Yes it's a bad scene we're convening Brushing his teeth and milking his ulcer Preparing to waste another wily morning Stroking himself and them phoning up his sister He tells her their life would make one whale of a movie Yes a childhood full of dry goods and wet neglect The father they now sponge off of they have no absorbing respect Yes he's a glad boy to have such a void Yes he's a martyr crawling across cobble stones From his cozy cottages just west of Rome Yes its a sad state for great suffering Big Huge Valley Well the big huge valley is a ribbon of light The aqueducts are snakes tonight The stars are homesteaders, staking claims My head is hopping with historical names Transfer trucks are buffalos Chewing up this desert road Yes and i am nothing especially Just an uptight man on a useless journey And the oil is pumping up out of the dirt Those virile dinosaurs continue to squirt And the mountains lay like croaker sacks The global forces sculpt with tectonic panache And the crop duster flies through those blackish skies She ain't on the clock She's banking in and pulling out Her propeller eyes on the wind sock Well the big huge valley is on a respirator Life juices pumped from up in the sierras The almond trees battle their own disease The hay is jaundiced and the raisins wheeze Cattle march under the knife I do believe the big doctor is sweating up a storm tonight Soggy Tongues Narrowed eyes and soggy tongues Beautiful rumors are flying about the ugly ones The girl she is by the pool Yellow journalists' jewel And all those wagging fingers Are silly little stingers Rabbits are cooking breakfast the fog is fragrant The girl she is waking up against the famous vagrant The cool council is tallying fines to be levied The girl she is tightly grinning the vagrant thinks it's all too heavy Presents are presented and bribes reluctantly taken Summer's sweetie iced a cohort while the rest of the town was baking Traffic is light and appetites are hearty and tongues are soggy Accusations are tossed like darts at the good little girl who is groggy BONUS TRACKS Nathan The great grandfather with his pious beard Bathed in the river, all his years Many books that lined his walls Jews and gentiles, held him in awe Nathan stepped through the broken window And looked to the river where his mother once floated Nathan stepped through the broken window And looked to the river where his mother once floated He had four sons, all healthy and proper One was converted, became a Christian doctor His daughter filled with typhus and succumbed He grew quiet his wife fell dumb Nathan stepped through the broken window And looked to the river where his mother once floated Nathan stepped through the broken window And looked to the river where his mother once floated His granddaughter recalled, the day he died She was six years old, frosted with fright She clutched the toe, the stiff cold toe And renounced the wrongs only she could know Nathan stepped through the broken window And looked to the river where his mother once floated Nathan stepped through the broken window And looked to the river where his mother once floated Wheres the Clock Wheres the clock
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