Portland.
i remember when they told me that you drank the whole pack of little kings
i said no, he doesn't drink, that can't be him you see
they also said that you were hitting on this girl inappropriately
i said he doesn't even like girls, that can't be him you see
and later you told me that all of it was true
you said that you smoked a whole pack of cigarettes too
you said that if you did, you might die
but you didn't die, you just got sick
we don't die, we just get sick
we don't die, we just get sick
we don't die, we just get sick
we don't die, we just get sick
this is why i don't like portland, i always think about that night
of you lost and broken, drunk on a rooftop smoking cigarettes and wishing you would die
i just can't get that thought out of my mind
i just can't get that thought out of my mind
no, i just can't get that thought out of my mind
this was a long time ago
but i still remember the note that you wrote
and your handwriting was impeccable
your poetry was remarkable
and you said "I'm going out west,
I think I found love and now I've gotta prove it,
gotta put it to the test
I'm gonna put it to the test
I'm gonna put it to the test
But I bet that you wouldn't have guessed
that you'd have to learn to drive a big rig
and i bet that you wouldn't have guessed
that you'd wake up one morning and find that your lover had left
the day after you'd found her smoking crack
the day before you lost your wallet and your pack
now you're alone on a rooftop
with nothing in the world
some friends who let you down in indiana,
a broken heart from a broken girl
and i wish that i could have been by your side
to tell you everything would be alright
yeah i wish that i could have been by your side
to lie, lie, lie
i would have told you that everything,
everything will be alright
yeah, everything will be alright
everything will be alright
everything
everything
will be alright
Cops Can't Dance
We are not afraid of you no matter what you do anymore.
Your muscles and mustaches do not intimidate us anymore.
So your bullets can still kill us, but for every one that falls someone new will stand up.
We're building a culture of resistance and you're helping us along.
The tighter you squeeze, the more pressure builds up.
You've got the guns, you've got the money, you've got the tanks, you've got the bombs.
You've the media and the government, you've got god, and you've got the malls.
We've got love, we've got our dreams, we have hope in our hearts.
We've got our bikes and our songs, we've got our drums and we've got our guitars.
We've got something that you'll never understand.
We've got honest and meaningful friends that we're willing to die for if that's what it takes.
And we're not even getting paid.
You don't stand a chance, because cops can't dance.
Spring Cleaning (Out My Brain)
Well my phone doesn't ring
I've got this answering machine
but there are never any messages for me
I go to work and I come home to be alone
no, there is no one waiting for me
and I make tea just for me in the microwave
no these days I don't bother with the stove
I order pizza and watch a dumb movie
and I wish that I could go home
I wish that I could go home
I go out sometimes and pretend that I'm alright
and I say hi to all the people that I see
I will smile at them and tell them I'm doing fine
but I will not let them get too close to me
I can't let them get too close to me.
because there's no tellin' when I am gonna leave
and i keep thinkin' for some dumb reason that you might come for me.
I keep thinkin' for some dumb reason that you might come for me.
Lushmore
We unzipped our tent and we looked out of it
We saw the morning it all it’s beautifulness
We saw foxes in the fields and we saw magpies in the trees
And everything had a fresh wet coat of green
We sang a song that we’d never heard before
Well the tune was just floating in the wind
And somehow we both knew the words
Even though they didn’t make any sense
Da louin da mort da louin da mort dalouin da mount agust a dar dean
Da louin da mort da louin da mort dalouin da mount agust a dar dean
We were both hummin’ it when we walked by
The farmer who’s eyes open wide
He said good morning to you two, where did where did the learn that tune
The kettle’s on, oh wont you come inside?
We went in and we had some tea with him
He said please tell me where’d you learn that song?
And where did you sleep? Was it by the old grey tree
That’s the place that the fairies like to haunt
They would sing and dance around it every Monday
Every Tuesday and every Wednesday too
This is well before that tree was so grey
It’s been years since I have heard that tune
My father would sing it to me
Just like his father used to sing it to him
But he always insisted that we sing it quietly
For they are jealous and don’t like to hear their songs on clumsy mortal lips
Da louin da mort da louin da mort dalouin da mount agust a dar dean
Da louin da mort da louin da mort dalouin da mount agust a dar dean
Bigger (James F Beck Cover)
you let me down, i let you in on my story
you snooped around, then looked all over my building
how i'd like to see you in deep blue waters
with rocks in your pockets, you'd go down to the bottom
but i don't believe in this kind of behavior
if i'm gonna get past this i'm gonna have to be bigger
and i don't like this house, it feels more like a prison
i broke some mirrors and now i'm serving my sentence
and i'm thinking about the dagger we've got on the table
and i'm thinking about those high voltage cables
but i don't stand for this type of behavior
if i'm gonna get past this i'm gonna have to be bigger
Your Idea For a Movie
let's open with el camino in flames
let's open with ?? crab legs
?? people at table ten
she took all she could take, she's not coming back in
he decided not to drive anymore because he no longer has a car
he gathers up a few of his important things
he grabs a guitar and stands back pretty far
because this is beginning to feel like a movie
and the movie star is always his clone
and unless he gets lucky and gets a ride real soon
he doesn't think that he's gonna make it to his show
they haven't seen each other in over a year
they don't know where one another is
they walked out on each other for one reason or another
but they can't remember what that reason was
now they both do their best to never think of each other
they do what they can to forget it all
they both know they did the right thing with no regrets
but the audience knows they're wrong
because they were in love and she didn't believe
and it burned him into ash
they were in love and he wanted to get ??
but she thought it was a little too fast
she walks across the cold parking lot
gets into her car but can't get it to start
so she calls up her new boyfriend
but he's messing with the girl from the mini mart
so she walks home in the snow, does 20 blocks
doesn't know what she's gonna do
takes the stairs because the elevator's broken
she opens the door and she discovers the truth
she picks up a chair and now there's blood in her hair
and she packs a tiny bag, calls an ambulance, and steps back out into the cold wet air
he's walking ?? road
he's got 300 more miles to go
when the sun goes down ?? and starts looking for a place to sleep
he slips under a bush and strums the guitar
a scorpion crawls up his leg and he never knew there were so many stars
he presses a few sad chords and starts to softly sing
he accidentally starts to sing about her and it burns him more than a scorpion sting
his first impulse is to smash the guitar, but it's all he's got left in the world
he swore he'd never sing another song about her
never would her name make his lips curl
she takes all the money she's saved, buys a ticket for a big jet plane
she's never seen the desert before, and she doesn't really like new england anymore
she gets on the next plane to phoenix, doesn't want to ??
she doesn't know what to do when she gets there
she rents a car and drives into the night
he wakes up all covered in ants and makes his way back to the road
gets a ride right away from a trucker named joe
he says, "i will take you where you want to go"
they pull onto a side road where the pavement turns into dirt
joe says, "you better give me what you got, unless you want to get hurt"
she drives north, ?? the grand canyon
starts wondering what she's doing with her life
she stops at a truck stop for some gas, finds a liquor store and gets a bottle of wine
she meets a burly man in the parking lot, he's got some stuff to sell
she buys a pocket watch and an old guitar
he says he needed the money to get his son out of jail
it was his first time being robbed and he made it out just fine
he had some money safely hidden in his sock and he made it to ??, got a room for the night
it was only 15 dollars and all rooms came with HBO
it had been years since he had watched TV, and all it did was make him feel alone
she picked up the guitar, she always kinda wanted to learn how to play
but it made her think about him so she put that ?? back down right away
she knew he could never forgive her, if she knew where he was was to ask
all she left him was a post-it note that said, "goodbye dear, i'm never coming back"
he woke up with a headache and a throat that was incredibly dry
he went out looking for a dr. pepper and the light of the machines(?) blinded his eyes
the only thing left was big red, and that made her pop back into his head
he knew she could never forgive him for going out that night and never coming back again
he started kicking the machine, he started to yell and scream
he should have never set his car on fire, what the hell was he thinking?
she heard the noise outside, she peeked her little nose through the blinds
she saw him standing there but could hardly recognize him through all that hair
he realized he was being watched and remembered that the doors automatically locked
his keys were on his bed and that soda machine ate his 50 cents
so he pulled out his revolver and he pointed it up at the sky
let off a couple of shots and thought that it might be nice to go to jail tonight
she opened the door, she asked him who he thought he was
she said she was trying to sleep and he's yelling and kicking and firing a gun
he said he was sorry, then he figured out who she was
tears started flooding his sore eyes, he fell to his knees and he dropped the gun
she said, "don't be so dramatic, hurry up get inside.
i'll hide you from the cops when they come. everything's gonna be alright"
they locked the door behind them, he saw his guitar on the floor
she said she was sorry, she said, "please forgive me, dear"
he said, "what for?"
"for leaving you," she said
he said, "no it was me that left."
he said, "hey, where'd you get my guitar?"
she shut him up with a long kiss
they pieced together what they had done
he picked up his guitar and then he played a song, and for the first time ever she sang along
and they both sang, "you don't know what you've got until it's gone"
