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calm that wicked wind,
to pick you up
and carry you off eastward,
though i did release you
for to seek a warmer sky

should you be blown back
know that i will always run to greet you,

Everybody's saying
That I'm not so cool
So I'm going back to charm school
Charm school

Here in my new necktie
Feeling so refined
Working on my handshake and my smile

I had ducked out of the rain
Into Maria's wedding day
And I sat there with her friends
And with her family
And I was happy

I wasn't someone they'd invite
Because I didn't know the groom

by the school
on the street
you were dropped off with a sign,
"this piano is free"
you didn't look free to me

cast aside
obsolete

Spending time together is easy
When you spend so much time apart
I gave up my freedom
But I gained a second heart

Second heart is all I need this fall
Cuz you know: I need someone to sing me to sleep

The morning belonged to the grapefruit
Ripe in the gold Rome sun
I throw out the rind
It's just bitter to me
Done, done, done.

The skyline is made of the umbrella pine
And I wish we could climb everyone

Take the shells that you've collected
Sow them with your favorite silver thread
Now you jingle, now you rattle with every step
Skeletons upon the stairway
Showing up the teeth inside their heads
Is it you or are they laughing at what you said?

And when the day came,

Somewhere in the front of the footlights
I'm looking for a good place to sit
All my lines get so complicated
That I take a fall into the orchestra pit

Samson suffered the same fate
Powerless and losing his hair
Somewhere in the wings there's a sensible whisper:

King Chris Coyne, Total Shams, and Shoeless Jed
Wise Chyld King, Sean and Reshma, Coll and Brian
Darkhorse Jack setting things on fire at Glass
Fernie's got a drink, and Blake's got a wedding ring
Darya the Mad Russian, Lissa, who gave up her naps
Dia Sokol, Dan Mooney, Errol, and ol' Jackpot Junior
Doung and Nell, Randy Bell, drums by Microsoft Excel, and Margaret Welles
Lynchburg, Williamsburg, Park Dr., and Austin Texas, car alarms on Grand Street

I would've died
Just to hear voices
Just to see faces
I was so alone

I went deep
Into my graveyards
Found my ghosts there

alright!
i'm over by the water cooler
listen to the chatter
while i'm working to get fired but it doesn't seem to matter
when the week is nearly through
but i find something to do
cause the end is coming soon
yeah the end is coming

No conditions
No exceptions
No time to pause and check your reflection
Don't know if you'll find a way without a compass or chart

No additions
No retractions
No way to appease all the warring factions

I was found out in the rushes,
Like a can of paint and old paintbrushes,
Like a ribbon wrapped around an old latch key,
Wicknor-Whatnot that's what you call me.

I was sleeping on your patio,
Listening to your brand new radio,
When you startled me awake,

bed clothes, why am i in bed clothes?
watching out the window
watching what i don't know
on the fire escape now
hands they start to shake now
ready for the rail to break now
and i'm awake at last awake

La la la la la la la la la
Shanghaied
La la la la la la la la la
Shanghaied

It was a cutty conversation
Suddenly I'm rollin' in the dirt
I tried to stumble down the passageway

There are those who understand
That long before this all began
A hammer hit the nail with great sympathy

A clothespin hanging on the line
The cork that bottles up your wine
Strings that bowed in concert, make a symphony

I caught the bus in Chinatown
And slept the whole way up by 95
The driver, cut and weaved so crazy, just his luck kept him alive and I guess I believed his rhythm on that morning after New Year's Eve

And I remember Shanghai
How I wasn't sure just what was safe to eat
The chickens pecked and wandered at the barefoot ankles of the children hawking figurines of workers smiling
What's the Chinese word for cheese?

They've just a single stinger
To use it costs them life
They know they'd better mean it
They'd better be precise
But I can sting again and again,
as wanton as I please
I'm dangerous tonight
The envy of the bees

High school ring,
High school ring,
Who would have guessed it was a homicidal thing.
Crying crying crying on your front porch swing.
Eyes swollen up like a yellowjacket sting.

Call him a thief, call him a crook,
Youll never get back what the magpie took.

You were saving the date
But you woke up too late
Pulled the covers down over your head
You haven't left your front door
For a week maybe more
Tell me, hey, what's the news from your bed
You know your face is all covered with your birthday cake
That you're eating in the kitchen at home

I was spending my days with my demons, yeah
They had taken up inside of my heart
They were trying to keep me entertained
They were tearing me apart

Well my memory, she was packing, yeah
And I knew that she would never come back
She handed me a letter and

Should I go and console the wise men?
See what the wise men have to say?
They council patience in their wisdom
But would I rather be wise than brave, anyway?

Should I go and console the ocean?
See why the ocean looks gray?
I'm throwing pebble after pebble in

We were on some endless chases
Living out of old suitcases
It was showing on our faces
True
And we barely both remember
How we made it through December
And the bruises still are tender
True

she sees an angel
sittin' on top of her shoulder
watchin' as she slowly gets older
though she cannot explain

and he will wait there
tethered to the tip of her finger
her very own serenade singer