Fairytales for Unbelievers

lately I’ve been having trouble sleeping
not because you snore or he needs to feed
aches and pains they come and go to these old bones
still sometimes I’m afraid to face my dreams

[CHORUS]
like spinning gold from piles of straw
just got to listen to where you’re led
fairy tales for unbelievers
found the needle and I’ll thread it ’til I’m dead

a month ago, you’d be hard-pressed to find them
they’ll slink on in if you don’t watch your back
not going gray, I swear, it’s silver
biting at your heels they run in packs

[CHORUS]

these old eyes are sunk like ghosts
they’ve seen a lot they’d soon forget
but all that came before is how I came to you
and baby this is as good as it gets

[BRIDGE]
I’m taking this journey
never thought that I’d be on
holding your hand and he in my arm
thankful I don’t have to walk alone

[CHORUS]

Unfinished Business

tell me, where does the time go

when you’re busy wasting time

I swear I meant to call you

but I got to feeling fine

looks like I took you for granted

said some things I didn’t mean

I long to have you back my friend

you’re the best there’s ever been

 

time takes us by the hand

and in mine I’m taking time

such a spinning, circling dance we lead

and I’m all punch-drunk on the rhyme

guess I forgot what this was for

thought, I didn’t need you anymore

so when you’re feeling down and out

all you have to do is shout

I’ll be here forever more

 

haven’t seen you in awhile

can’t help but wonder where you’ve been

wander too far, you might get lost

with the state of affairs you’re in

you’ve been running through my mind all day

your legs must be pretty tired

caught up in the quicksand of this world

in all the mud and muck and mire

Wishful Thinking

Saturday he took his life

pray tell me where did he take it?

Straight to the Potter’s Field

was as far as he made it

wish the songs

hadn’t all been sung

or better yet

find some way to right my wrongs

cause the road is long

and it’s twisty back and forth

I’ll sing this song

your life’s much more than you think it’s worth

can’t wish you back, can’t wish you back

He went out afield a-hunting

not knowing what he was searching for

could’ve all been wrapped up in bunting

but woahoh he wanted more

finally finding out

what it’s all about

and I know

I don’t want no more

the road is long

and it’s twisty back and forth

I’ll sing this song

your life’s much more than you think it’s worth

can’t wish you back, can’t wish you back

Chinese New Year

jacob

 

Got a fortune cookie
just the other day
and I don’t listen
to a thing they say
So I ate the first half
that’s how I do it
never looking back
there’s nothing to it.
It said:

(CHORUS)
What are you waiting for?
Start moving now.
Get your feet up off the floor.
Don’t worry how

Lots of people out there searching
at the bottom of the well
but what they find there in the darkness
I don’t want to be the one to tell.
Stare at the abyss too long
you’ll find it staring back
with hairy eyeballs and crazy teeth
ready to join in the attack.
And it said:

(CHORUS)

It’s already too late
when you turn to run
looks like you’ve sealed your fate
my, but wasn’t it fun?
You could be late for supper
you could be late for class
long as your not late to your own funeral
if you are get off your ass.
And say:

(CHORUS)

So I ate the other half
to make it all come true
then I took you by the hand
to show it’s all brand new.
Just listen to the words I say
don’t worry ’bout the end
this is only my translation
we’ll start a whole new trend
and we’ll say:

What are you waiting for?
Start moving now.
Get your feet out on the floor.
Don’t worry how.
What are you waiting for?
Start moving now.
Get your feet out on the floor.
Don’t worry how.
Don’t worry how.
Don’t worry how.

Shootout at the O.K. Corral

Tumble weeds whisper
across the barren landscapes of my heart.
The ghost town stands empty,
save that last lone leper
holding on with dear life
pulling up that poisonous patch of devil grass.
Wind whipping through
the bat wings of the saloon
looking for one last shot.

Speak those words to me
amid all the excuses
back peddling
and dried up wells.
Water and oil parting ways
still panning for fool’s gold
a King’s ransom
bought and paid for
by his blood,
slipping through your fingers
like a sieve.

Bid me pick up my mat and walk.
Walk the walk and talk the talk
shake off the dust of this world
in places that are too close for comfort.
I know not how it got there.

Get out of Dodge
while you still can.
Vultures,
circling overhead
this town’s for the birds.

Keep on keeping on
the path.
one step at a time,
one day at a time.
Because over that hill
is your oasis,
maybe more desert
or just a mirage.

But at least you’re making good time.