Jim White - Transnormal Skiperoo (2007) by Jim White (보컬) on maniadb.com

The days of our innocence and grace flow by
The smiles we wear upon our face blow by

Oh, the sweet wine of youth
Goes sour over time
Seems like the more that you lose
The more you ache to find

A town called Amen
Like a bright-eyed smile
For some long lost friend
It's a town called Amen

Sit at the window sill
See the children rushing by
Come a flood of summer rain
Strange increments of time

How the wild engines run
Burning shadows from our minds
Lord when the purging gets done
I sure pray what's left behind

Is a town called Amen
Like a bright-eyed smile
For some long lost friend
It's a town called Amen

Come lay down on this bed
Hey, close your weary eyes
Like the clouds above our heads
Life slowly passes by

Did you kiss the dog you love
When you were a little child?
Will you lay in the arms of
Some sweet reverie a while?

In a town called Amen
Like a bright sunrise
Hey, if you open up your eyes
You're in a town called Amen, Amen

Sometimes you gotta take off your shoes
Sit right down in the middle of the road
Kick off the dust and deal with the news
That you are blind

These dreams are familiar
These are places we've been before
Somewhere in the wild blue yonder
Lies a path where blindly we go

And I ain't counting on nobody
Ain't counting on my fingers and toes
Ain't counting on no superstition
'Cause my proposition is we are blind

These dreams are familiar
These are places we've been before
Somewhere in the wild blue yonder
Lies a path where blindly we go

And on the day that I play my last hand
As I set out blindly for some promised land
One thing I know, I'll hope it's dreams not eyes
Take a soul where it wants to go

These dreams are familiar
These are places we've been before
Somewhere in the wild blue yonder
Lies a path where blindly we go
Blindly we go, blindly we go

Dixie is a scourge and a scar
And a girl in my heart and a state of mind
Jesus is the man with a plan
He's a short haired Mexican friend of mine

This small town crowd should've dragged you down
Can't leave your past behind
Wipers in the rain tap out time
Coming up on a new state line

I wanna be a jailbird
From the prison of my own damn mind
Gonna get me a fast car
Set out and see what I can find

Brick up the well of tears and disappear
Leave myself behind
Gonna be a jailbird
From the prison of my own damn mind

Midnight, take a short cut
Through the downtown cemetery
No stepping on graves
Check the statue of the Virgin Mary

She's catching moonlight in the shadows
Revealing spider webs
Can you see the black widow
Hung between our lady's hands?

I wanna be a jailbird
From the prison of my own damn mind
Gonna get me a fast car
Set out and see what I can find

Brick up the well of tears and disappear
Leave myself behind
Gonna be a jailbird
From the prison of my own damn mind

Now used to be when I was young
I was so hungry for oblivion
My thoughts would linger
Like fingers in a deadly web

But in time as sorrow showed it's face
In kind I learned to ache for grace
To work and pray to one day
Be delivered whole, alive and free

I wanna be a jailbird
From the prison of my own damn mind
Gonna get me a fast car
Set out and see what I can find

Brick up the well of tears and disappear
Leave myself behind
Gonna be a jailbird
From the prison of my own damn mind

When too much beauty numbs the mind
When what you see ain't what you get
When digging deeper what you find
Is skeletons best left behind

We go crash into the sun
Ain't enough bullets in this here gun
We got cash, now who's talking trash?
Jumping up and down on the bus downtown

We are brash, we all fall down
We take out our brains and shake 'em all around
It's a gas, a real kick in the pants
Everywhere we go we bring the house down shouting
'Hoo, hoo, who do you know and do you blow minds?'

And when the monkey see what the monkey do
Some fool's checking out the chump in you
They got magic hoops for jumping through
You let some space case say false is true

We go crash into the sun
Ain't enough bullets in this here gun
We got cash, now who's talking trash?
Jumping up and down on the bus downtown

We are brash, we all fall down
We take out our brains and shake 'em all around
It's a gas, a real kick in the pants
Everywhere we go we bring the house down shouting
'Hoo, hoo, who do you know and do you blow minds?'
Do you blow minds?"

The further you go the deeper it gets
With so much to remember, it's fun to forget
Surrender your mind to life's sweet blindfold
Hey, don't think twice just do as you're told

Go on and crash into the sun
Ain't enough bullets in this here gun
We got cash, now who's talking trash?
Jumping up and down and the bus downtown

We are brash, we all fall down
We take out our brains and shake 'em all around
It's a gas, a real kick in the pants
Everywhere we go we bring the house down

We go crash into the sun
Ain't enough bullets in this here gun
We got cash, now who's talking trash?
Jumping up and down on the bus downtown

We are brash, we all fall down
We take out our brains and shake 'em all around
It's a gas, a real kick in the pants
Everywhere we go we bring the house down shouting
'Hoo, who do you know, hoo, who do you know?'
Hoo, who do you know?"

And do you, and do you, and do you, and do you, and do you
And do you, and do you, do you blow minds?
Just ask him, do you blow minds?
You gotta blow minds, can you blow minds?
You're wasting my time

Out in the junkyard in the pines
They're working over time
Hacking back them vines
That are eating up their minds
Fruit of the vine, that old fruit of the vine

We're doing 30 in a 45
Disregarding highway signs
You learn to take your time
Down south in the summertime
Fruit of the vine, that old fruit of the vine

It ain't no crime in being alive
It ain't no sin, we're just trying to get by
Lead our lives one day at a time
Hand to mouth, low down in the dirty old south
Living on the fruit of the vine

Now some say love come COD
Others turn to G O D
Cash it in on PCP, IOUs and IEDs
Fruit of the vine, that old fruit of the vine

Scraps of paper in a tree
Photographs and memories
Train wrecks of tangled dreams
Lives coming apart at the seams
Fruit of the vine, that old fruit of the vine

It ain't no crime in being alive
It ain't no sin, we're just trying to get by
Lead our lives one day at a time
Hand to mouth, low down in the dirty old south
Just living on the fruit of the vine

It ain't no crime in being alive
It ain't no sin, we're just trying to get by
Lead our lives one day at a time
Hand to mouth, low down in the dirty old south
Living on the fruit of the vine

Now that old vine, it never sleeps
And it strangles as it creeps
Out in the junkyard in the pines
Fall asleep and you will die
Fruit of the vine, that old fruit of the vine

You think you're gonna get your little piece of the sky
Up in the sweet by and by?
As for me I believe I'll try to get mine before I die
Fruit of the vine, that old fruit of the vine

'Cause it ain't no crime in being alive
It ain't no sin, we're just trying to get by
Lead our lives one day at a time
Hand to mouth, low down in the dirty old south
Living on the fruit of the vine, living on the fruit of the vine
Living on the fruit of the vine, living on the fruit of the vine

That's how they found him
He was howling at the moon
He's sitting right there on the railway tracks
And the train was coming

There was a string of wild flowers
Draped around his collar
And when he saw the men were coming for him
Well, he began to holler

He cried, "Take me away, take me away"
But the men could not be sure
If he was talking to them or talking to the oncoming train

Now his mama she watched religion on the TV
Each day from dawn to dusk
And at night when she'd hear him howling
Well, she'd cried to Jesus

For years she begged the Sweet Redeemer
To heal her crazy son
Until finally she just gave up on miracles
And called the men to come

She told them, "Take him away, take my son away
'Cause after 20 long years
I've simply run out prayers to pray"

But as he stood to fight the men
From the other side of the railway bed
He thought he heard the calling voice
Of an old friend he thought long dead

But when he turned away from the men
He found it was a stranger calling him
And as if he knew that man
He smiled and raised his hand

As he stepped into the golden sun
Of the headlight of the oncoming train
And as he did he locked eyes with that stranger
He cried out one last time
He cried, "Take me away, please, take me away"

And to this day in this little town
Not a soul knows what he was trying to say
All them years of shouting take me away
No, no one knows what he was trying to say
Or who that stranger was

I'll never fit in so why should I try?
How I'm I ever gonna pass for a normal guy?
I can't wear no suit and tie, gotta let my freak flag fly
If I walk the straight and narrow one more day I think I'll die

Because I wanna live in a turquoise house
With a turquoise garden and a turquoise yard
Drive around town in a turquoise car
Find a turquoise girl with a turquoise heart

Now faith is a riddle and love is a dream
Things are seldom what they seem
If you say your prayers at night and comb your hair just right
You might not feel like you're in hell but then again you might

Me, I wanna live in a turquoise house
With a turquoise garden and a turquoise yard
Drive around town in a turquoise car
Find a turquoise girl with a turquoise heart

I want turquoise carpets and turquoise shoes
Turquoise papers with all the turquoise news
Turquoise only, not teal or aquamarine
I've seen my future and it's a shade of blueish green

Now I can't turn back, there ain't no way
(He's going turquoise today)
When word gets out there'll be hell to pay
(He's going turquoise today)

This life's not for the faint
But you can't be what you ain't
I know I'll never truly be myself
Till I get me that turquoise paint

Because I wanna live in a turquoise house
With a turquoise garden and a turquoise yard
Drive around town in a turquoise car
Find a turquoise girl with a turquoise heart

I wanna live in a turquoise house
With a turquoise garden and a turquoise yard
Drive around town in a turquoise car
Find a turquoise girl with a turquoise heart

A turquoise girl with a turquoise heart
A turquoise girl in a turquoise dress
And a skirt and a shirt
That's covering up her turquoise heart

It's the twilight hour
As the sun goes down
I see a flatbed Ford with a scrapyard load
Rattle off through town

The railroad crossing lights flash on
There ain't no train in sight
A crescent moon will soon ascend
As day gives way to night

And I feel home
And I think how far away
I got from home
Back in the bad old days
But I'm done turning diamonds to coal

Now just before dinner time
This old drunk comes knocking on my door
Say he's looking for some girl who lived here
Twenty-seven years ago

The radio in the kitchen is playing
'Papa Was A Rolling Stone'
And as he strolls away into the night
And the streetlights flicker on

I get to thinking about home
And how sometimes there come a day
When I try to get back home
But all you can do is run away
But I'm done turning diamonds to coal

In love we find out who we are
In sorrow we abide
Our strength's revealed by what we build
From the broken things inside

But a day will come when you will know
Which way you must choose to go
To travel on and live alone
Or turn yourself around and try to get back home
Try to get back home

And now way up high two jet planes
Weave spider webs across the sky
As that flatbed Ford has dropped his load
Now there he goes swinging by

And the silence gathering 'round this house
Makes such a lovely sound
That I know for sure that I am cured
From turning diamonds, from turning diamonds to coal

'Cause I feel home and I'm done turning diamonds to coal
Yes, I'm done turning diamonds to coal
Yes, I'm done turning diamonds to coal
Yes, I'm done turning diamonds to coal
Yes, I'm done turning diamonds to coal

Down at the drugstore where they sell medicine
Back in the corner stands a plywood Superman
He never saves nobody from nothing
He just leans against the wall looking sad

Me, I go climbing on my broken ladder
Aiming for high places but I never quite can
Lay two hands on the heart of the matter
Sometimes I feel like that plywood Superman, Superman

Last night at the truck stop the cashier at the diesel desk
Stopped to talk to me as I paid for my beer
She's single with two kids, says she loves Las Vegas
Her dream's one day some rich man will take her away from here

When she goes climbing on her broken ladder
She's searching for some sweet, far off promised land
But nobody never breaks free of nothing
Wrapped in the arms of a plywood Superman, Superman

Now my old daddy, he worked in a factory
And he used to beat on me with his mind not his hands
And though for ten years he's laid in that grave in Birmingham
To this day I still hear him saying what a useless thing I am

When I go climbing on my broken ladder
I'm searching for something but what I don't understand
Is how you can climb forever and still never reach nothing
Trapped in your life like some plywood Superman, Superman
Plywood Superman, plywood Superman
Plywood Superman, plywood Superman

Things that you know
Places you won't go
Faces where you see
Traces of yourself

Ooh, life's a big mystery
In the puzzle of history
I see pieces of heaven
In photographs of you and me

Over mountains so high
Through shadows below
The dreams you will dream
The love you will show

In the dust storm of memories
Of triumphs and tragedies
I see pieces of heaven
In photographs of you and me

From before you were born
Till you're old as sin
Your wild oats strewn
Across the fields of time

My one prayer will always be
That some day you like me
I see pieces of heaven
In photographs of you and me
Photographs of you and me

Oooh, it's been a long long one day
longer than a country mile
stronger than a hurricane
oooh, it's been a long long
day.

This red barn in the field.
Dusty winds blow round it.
It stands in its place
firm and tall.

So safe inside am I
that I can see
one hundred prairie miles
waving on endlessly.

And papa snores again
while mama lies awake
silently wondering
why that grey
cat that she loved
up and run away,
ten years ago one
dusty day just like today.

Long one day there I lay
under the big windy sky I prayed;
dear Lord make the flickering hands of fate
finally flip the page
to the yellow sun
of my coming age.

Oooh, it's been a long, long long day....
longer than a country mile
stronger than a hurricane.
Oooh, its been
a long long day.