every time i close my eyes it’s you and i know now who I am.

Every time I close my eyes
It’s you and I know now
Who I am

Yea yea yea and I know now

There’s a place I go
When I’m alone
Do anything I want
Be anyone I wanna be
But it is us I see
And I cannot believe I’m fallin
That’s where I’m goin
Where are you goin
Hold it close won’t let this go

Dream catch me, yea
Dream catch me when I fall
Or else I won’t come back at all

You do so much
That you don’t know
It’s true
And I know now
Who I am

Yea yea yea
And I know now

There’s a place I go
When I’m alone
Do anything I want
Be anyone I wanna be
But it is us I see
And I cannot believe I’m fallin
That’s where I’m goin
Where are you goin
Hold it close won’t let this go

Dream catch me, yea
Dream catch me when I fall
Or else I won’t come back at all

See you as a mountain
A fountain of God
See you as as a descant soul
in the setting sun
You as the sound

I’m young
There’s a place I go
When I’m alone
Do anything I want
Be anyone I wanna be
But it is us I see
And I cannot believe I’m fallin

There’s a place I go
When I’m alone
Do anything I want
Be anyone I wanna be
But it is us I see
And I cannot believe I’m fallin
That’s where I’m goin
Where are you goin
Hold it close won’t let this go

Dream catch me, yea
Dream catch me when I fall
Or else I won’t come back at all

two.

in the middle of the night i was sleeping sitting up,
when a doctor came to tell me, «enough is enough.»
he brought me out into the hall
i could have sworn it was haunted
and told me something that i didn’t know
that i wanted to hear:
that there was nothing that i could do to save you
the choir’s gonna sing, and this thing is gonna kill you
something in my throat made my next words shake
and something in the wires made the light bulbs break
there was glass inside my feet and raining down from the ceiling
it opened up the scars that had just finished healing.
it tore apart the canyon running down your femur,
i thought that it was beautiful, it made me a believer
and as it opened i could hear you howling from your room
but i hid out in the hall until the hurricane blew
when i reappered and tried to give you something for the pain
you came to hating me again and just sang your refrain

you had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare
you were just a little kid, and they cut your hair
then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying
they should have listened, they thought that you were lying
daddy was an @sshole, he f@#ked you up
built the gears in your head, now he greases them up.
and no one paid attention when you just stopped eating.
eighty-seven pounds and this all bears repeating.

tell me when you think that we became so unhappy
wearing silver rings with nobody clapping
when we moved here together we were so disappointed
sleeping out of tune with our dreams disjointed
it killed me to see you getting always rejected
but i didn’t mind the things you threw, the phones i deflected
i didn’t mind you blaming me for your mistakes
i just held you in the doorframe through all of the earthquakes
but you packed up your clothes in that bag every night
and i would try to grab your ankles (what a pitiful sight.)
but after over a year, i stopped trying to stop you
from stomping out that door, coming back like you always do.
well no one’s gonna fix it for us, no one can.
you say that, no one’s gonna listen, and no one understands
so there’s no open doors and there’s no way to get through,
there’s no other witnesses
just us two.

there’s two people living in one small room
from your two half-families tearing at you
two ways to tell the story no one worries
two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry
two people talking inside your brain
two people believing that i’m the one to blame
two different voices coming out of your mouth
while i’m too cold to care and too sick to shout

you had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare.
you were just a little kid, and they cut your hair,
then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying.
they should have listened, they thought that you were lying.
daddy was an @sshole, he f@#ked you up
built the gears in your head, now he greases them up.
and no one paid attention when you just stopped eating.
eighty-seven pounds and this all bears repeating

deliver me from reasons why you’d rather cry, i’d rather fly (with you)..

Before you slip into unconsciousness
I’d like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss

The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We’ll meet again, we’ll meet again

Oh tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You’d rather cry, I’d rather fly

The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back, I’ll drop a line

your voice always around..

I’m on my way
back to the time, before we were wired.
I’m on my way
back from the light of switchboards and dials
back from chaos, rewind
I’m on my way
back from the time, of mainframes and lines
I’m on my way
back from the bright, and neon designs
back from cell phones
back before we were moving so….so

Summers, open the curtains
Mornings, I can recall
One string linking our houses
Tin cans taking the call
Sunlight, snapping the picture
clotheslines carry the sound
Augusts making the fiction
Your voice always around

Analog dreams, recording the scene:
we’re wiring the trees,
stringing the sky, to play off the light,
these wild frequencies
And dreams of defiance
the follies of science
can make you feel so . . . so

two loose kites falling from the sky.

I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
oh what a contrast you were
to the brutes in the halls
my timid young fingers held a decent animal.

Over the ramparts you tossed
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
tied to a brick
sweet as a song
the years have been short but the days were long.

Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
when our kite lines first crossed
we tied them into knots
and to finally fly apart
we had to cut them off.

Since then it’s been a book you read in reverse
you understand less as the pages turn
or a movie so crass
and awkardly cast
that even I could be the star.

I don’t look back much as a rule
and all this way before murder was cruel
but your memory is here and I’d like it to stay
warm light on a winters day.

Over the ramparts you tossed
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
tied to a brick
sweet as a song
the years have seemed short but the days go slowly by
two loose kites falling from the sky
drawn to the ground and an end to flight


Συνέχεια

Mr Jones.

Shalalala la la la Uh huh..
I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with a black-haired flamenco dancer
You know she dances while his father plays guitar
She’s suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
Man I wish I was beautiful
So come dance this silence down through the morning
Shalalala la la la la yeah.. uh huh yeah..
Cut up Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
Cause I want to be someone who believes

Yeah!

Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales
And we Stare at the beautiful women
«She’s looking at you. Ah, no, no, she’s looking at me.»
Smiling in the bright lights
Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely

Well Ima paint my picture
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful
Yeah well you know Gray is my favorite color
I felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew a Picasso
I would buy myself a gray guitar and play

Mr. Jones and me look into the future
Yeah we Stare at the beautiful women
«She’s looking at you.
I don’t think so. She’s looking at me.»
Standing in the spotlight
I bought myself a gray guitar
When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely

Ill never be lonely
cause im never gonna be lonely

I want to be a lion
Yeah!, Everybody wants to pass as cats
We all want to be big big stars,yeah but we got different reasons for that
Believe in me cause I don’t believe in anything
and I, I want to be someone to believe to believe to believe yeah!

Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio
Yeah we stare at the beautiful women
«She’s perfect for you, Man, there’s got to be somebody for me.»
I want to be Bob Dylan
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
When everybody loves you, ah son, that’s just about as funky as you can be

Mr. Jones and me staring at the video
When I look at the television, I want to see me staring right back at me
We all want to be big stars, but we don’t know why, and we don’t know how
But when everybody loves me, I want to be just about as happy as can be
Mr. Jones and me, we’re gonna be big stars..

look my eyes are just holograms.

All God’s children need travelling shoes
Drive your problems from here
All good people read good books
Now your conscience is clear
I hear you talk girl
Now your conscience is clear

In the morning when I wipe my brow
Wipe the miles away
I like to think I can be so willed
And never do what you say
I’ll never hear you
And never do what you say

Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you’ll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety

We’ve just poked a little empty pie
For the fun that people had at night
Late at night don’t need hostility
The timid smile and pause to free

I don’t care about their different thoughts
Different thoughts are good for me
Up in arms and chaste and whole
All God’s children took their toll

Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you’ll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety

Cup of tea, takes time to think, yeah
Time to risk a life, a life, a life
Sweet and handsome
Soft and porky
You peg out ’til you’ve seen the light
Peg out ’til you’ve seen the light

Half the people read the papers
Read them good and well
Pretty people, nervous people
People have got to sell
News you have to sell

Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you’ll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety